...Macbeth, Lady Macbeth's apostrophe to night. Come, thick night! And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; 207 Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold! "In this passage is exerted...

...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 makes. ... we cannot but sympathise with the horror of the wretch about to murder his master, his friend,...

...fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. 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!' (To MACBETH) Husband! (MACBETH moves...

...sightless substances You wait on natures 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!' (Iv41-55) Lady Macbeth's defiance...

...this vault to brag of. [Ibidem.] LADY MACBETH. Come, thicknight, And pall thee in ihe clnnnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, Tocry,//oW,/íoW.'[I,5.] MACBETH. Besides, this Duncan...

...sightless substances 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!' Act I, Scene 5 Duncan, Banquo, Lady...

...reading in Macbeth* is — blank height of the * " 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 !" Act i. sc. 5 But, after all, may not the ultimate allusion...

...black and deep desires The eye wink at the hand Come, thick night And pal I thee in the dünnest 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'. Alternatively, you could create star...

...you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes. To cry 'Hold, hold!' (Enter Macbeth) Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Greater than both, by the all-hail...

...passage most apposite to the present inquiry: Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold ! Hold ! (i, v, 51-5) Apart from the subtle interplay of vowels, in which 'peep' plays its part, and of consonants,...