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" You 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 makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry " Hold, hold !  "
Macbeth, from the text of S. Johnson and G. Steevens, revised - 15 ÆäÀÌÁö
ÀúÀÚ: William Shakespeare - 1784
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The British essayists; with prefaces by A. Chalmers, 22±Ç

British essayists - 1802 - 266 ÆäÀÌÁö
...stabbing his king, he breaks out; amidst his emotions into a wish natural to a mur« derer: —-i—Come, thick night! And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of...hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes j Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark. To cry, Hold, hold ! In this passage is exerted...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare, 3±Ç

William Shakespeare - 1803 - 558 ÆäÀÌÁö
...breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief Come, thick night, And...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 !...
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The British essayists; with prefaces by A. Chalmers, 42±Ç

British essayists - 1803 - 300 ÆäÀÌÁö
...breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murth'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief: come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! Terrible invocation ! Tragedy can speak no stronger language, nor could any genius less than Shakspeare's...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of ..., 4±Ç

William Shakespeare - 1803 - 412 ÆäÀÌÁö
...Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall 8 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 ! worth/ Cawdor !...
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Select British Classics, 8±Ç

1803 - 268 ÆäÀÌÁö
...breaks out amidst his emotions into a wish natural to a murderer : -Come, thick night ! And pall theejii the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; Nor Heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark. To cry, Hold, hold ! In this passage is exerted all...
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Notes Upon Some of the Obscure Passages in Shakespeare's Plays: With Remarks ...

John Howe Baron Chedworth - 1805 - 392 ÆäÀÌÁö
...substances You wait on nature's mischief! Dr., Johnson's is the true explanation. P. 496.— 298.— 377. Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! I think the objections in the...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, 6±Ç

William Shakespeare - 1806 - 432 ÆäÀÌÁö
...gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief's ! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...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 Cawdor50!...
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The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL.D.

Samuel Johnson - 1806 - 354 ÆäÀÌÁö
...purpose of stabbing his kin;, he breaks out amidst his emotions into a wish natural to a murderer : Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it malces ; . . Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark. To cry, Hold, hold! In this passage is...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With Explanatory Notes. To ..., 1±Ç

William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 578 ÆäÀÌÁö
...sightless substances [night, You wait on nature's mischief* * Come, thick And pall' thee in the dunneat smoke of hell ! That my keen knife' see not the wound it makes Kor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark Tocry,//»W,Aoa/:.' GrcatGlamis! worthyCawdor Enti...
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Macbeth. King John. King Richard II.-v. 2. King Henry IV. King Henry V.-v. 3 ...

William Shakespeare - 1807 - 346 ÆäÀÌÁö
...breasts^, , . , r And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the deepest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; ^j,^ Nor heaven peep through...
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