...invokes night: 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'!" In Bishop Hurd our author has found a formidable accuser, I transcribe the following very sensible...

...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 the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! ' to the messenger and the raven) had deprived the one of speech, and...

...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 the blanket of the dark, To cry. Hold, hold ! « Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor !» Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter !...

...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!— Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Enter MACRETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Thy letters...

...B. Lady Mac. 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! Come thick night, &c.] A similar invocation is found in A Warning for Jnire IVmnen, 1599, a tragedy...

...Macheth's — " 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 I" Here " blanket of the dark " runs to so high a pitch, that divers critics, Coleridge among them,...

...with kisses. " Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunnest arauke 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 Glamls ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter Macbdh. Greater than both, by the all-hail HEREThy letter» have...

...nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall 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! — Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy...

...certainly prior to Macbeth : And pall thee 2 in the durinest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife 3 see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark 4, " O sable night, sit on the eye of heaven, ' That it discern not this black deed of darkness ! '...

...murderer : -Come, thick night 1 And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of bell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, ' To cry, Hold ! hold ! In this passage is exerted all the force of poetry, that force which calls new powers into being,...