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...compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect, ana it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall,...sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, Ihick night, And pall" thee in the dünnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife9 see not the wound it...

...fight, I should have known it Without a prompter. Macbeth exclaims, — Come thick nii*ht, And pall me in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see...makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry hold ! hold ! Shakspeare's blank verse is far superior to that of any other poet, —...

...compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall,...wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall6 thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knifef see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven...

...compunctious visiting* of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall,...wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall* thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife' see not the wound it makei ; Nor heaven...

...ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night. And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife...makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold! Without going over the long, tissued, and offensive detail of the privation*,...

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...untwisting its own strength. Perhaps the true reading in Macbeth* is — blank " Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife...makes, | Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark !" Act i., ac. 5. But, after all, may not the ultimate allusion be to so humble an image as that...

...call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue. MILTON. Come, thick Night, , And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ; That my keen knife...makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold! Hold! SHAKSPEARE, MACBETH. Richard yet lives, hell's black intelligencer. IDEM,...

...untwisting its own strength. Perhaps the true reading in Macbeth * is * Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife...makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark ! Act I. sc. 5. U 4 — blank height of the dark — and not " blanket." " Height " was most commonly...