...Shakspeare that noble image in Macbeth, where the murderer invokes night: Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, 'Hold! hold'!" In Bishop Hurd our author has found a formidable accuser, I transcribe the following very sensible...

...nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee 8 in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife9 see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through...dark, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! ' to the messenger and the raven) had deprived the one of speech, and added harshness to the other's...

...mischief done to nature, violation of nature's or" der committed by wickedness. JOHNS. That my keen knife9 see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through...present, and I feel now The future in the instant. Macb. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. /;;.'/ M. And when goes hence ? Macb. To morrow,...

...night. And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; 1 Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark. To...present, and I feel now The future in the instant. Macb. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady M. And when goes hence? Macb. To-morrow, —...

...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...Hold, Hold!— Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Enter MACRETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Thy letters have transported me beyond This...

...of still greater boldness. Among these may be named Lady Macheth's — " Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of Hell, That my keen knife...through the blanket of the dark, To cry Hold, hold I" Here " blanket of the dark " runs to so high a pitch, that divers critics, Coleridge among them,...

...\ve must uot always look for the syntactical in Shakapeare. B. Lady Mac. Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! Come thick night, &c.] A similar invocation is found in A Warning for Jnire IVmnen, 1599, a tragedy...

...nor is there any smothering with kisses. " Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunnest arauke of hell! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes...the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold! hold! Great Glamls ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter Macbdh. Greater than both, by the all-hail HEREThy letter» have transported...

...it makes -, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the <brk, To cry, Huid, hold." - Great Glarnis ! worthy Cawdor !' Enter MACBETH. Greater than both,...have transported me beyond This ignorant present, and 1 feel now The future in the instant. .Mm l>. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady M....

...Lady Macbeth, revolving the murder of Duncan, says, " Come, thick night, And pall thee in thedunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound...makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the night, To cry, Hold 1 hold!" The darkness prayed for is the thickest that can be procured, and therefore...