...peace between The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You...dark, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor ! Enter Macbeth. The future in the instant. Mac. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady...

...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...blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold! Great Glamis ! worth/ Cawdor ! i « Murderous. ^ Pity. 8 Wrap as in a mantle. Enter MACBETH. Greater than both,...

...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...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! I think the objections in the Rambler to the •words knife and dun are ill founded. P. 504.— 301.—...

...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...dark, To cry, Hold, hold " / Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor50! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy letters have transported...

...pace between The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, « Hold, hold ! " Enter MACBETH. Groat Glamis ! worthy Cawdor! Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy...

...pace between The effect, and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, " Hold, hold ! " Enter MACBETH. Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant present, and I feel now The...

...the blanket suggested to Shakspeare that noble image in Macbeth, where the murderer invokes night: Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...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...

...peace between The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You...To cry, Hold, Hold!— Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Enter MACRETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Thy letters have transported me beyond...

...between • The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers. Wherever in your sightless substances You...hell! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; 1 Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark. To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor...

...passages ; but he has instances of still greater boldness. Among these may be named Lady Macheth's — " Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...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,...