 Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH.  Hamlet, Prince of Denmark: A Tragedy - Side 34af William Shakespeare - 1770 - 207 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 602 sider
...Breafls, And take my Milk for Gall, you murth'ring Minifters, Where-ever in your fightlefs Subfbnces, You wait on Nature's Mifchief. Come, thick Night, And pall thee in the dunneft Smoak of Hell, That my keen Knife fee not the wound it makes, Nor Heav'n peep through the Blanket of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 492 sider
...nature Shake my fell purpofe, nor keep peace between Th' effect, and it. Come to my woman's breads, And take my milk for gall, you murth'ring minifters...nature's mifchief. — Come, thick night ! And pall theein thedunneft fmoakof hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heav'n peep through... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 548 sider
...nature Shake my fell purpofe, nor keep peace between Th' effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breafts, And take my milk for gall, you murth'ring minifters!...That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes. Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark To cry, Hold! bold! Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis! worthy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1750 - 336 sider
...gall, you murd'ring minifters ! Where-ever in your fightlefs fubftances Yon wait on nature's mifehief. Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunneft fmoak...That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes, Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark• To cry, HoU, bold! Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis ! worthy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 510 sider
...nature Shake my fell purpofe, nor keep peace between Th' effeft, and it. Come to my woman's breafts, And take my milk for gall, you murth'ring minifters...hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Ner heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold ! , Eater Macbeth. Gteta-GIami;!... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1762 - 478 sider
...woman's brcafis, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring minifters ! Whtre-ever in your fightlcfs fubftances You wait on nature's mifchief. Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunneft fmoke of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 652 sider
...nature Shake my fell purpofe, 6 nor keep peace between Th' effect and it. Come to my woman's breads, And * take my milk for gall, you murth'ring minifters,...in your fightlefs fubftances * You wait on Nature's mifchief.—Come, thick night! prefent words may ftand. The meffenger, fays the fervant, had hardly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 404 sider
...and it ! Come to my woman's breafts, And take my milk for gall, you murth'ring minifters, Wherever in your fightlefs fubftances You wait on nature's...hell ! That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes; < And that which rather 2: and hit, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 510 sider
...minifters! Where-ever in your fightlefs iubltnnces You wait on nature's mifchief. — Come, thick night 1 And pall thee in the dunneft fmoak of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the daik, To cry, hold, hold ! Enter Macbeth. Great Glames ! worthy... | |
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