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...coimlel, my lord ihould to the heavens be contraty, oppofe againft their wills - - ItU. i 358 I 17 — Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, to cry, hold, hold Mucktti S Ч О Т II* — Thou feed, the heavens, as troubled with man's ail, threaten his bloody...

...'Tis your counfel, my lord mould to the heavens be contrary, oppofe againfl the! wills . - - Join — Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, to cry, hold, hold Macbeth — Thoa leeft, the heavens, as troubled with man's nit, threaten his bloody ftage IkU —...

...{I thee in the dunneft fmoak of hell, i That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; i Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, * To cry, Hold, hold ! Enter Macbeth. Great Glamts ! worthy Cawdor ! . [End,racing hin:. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Thy letters...

...night, And pall thee in the dunneft fmoke of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes : Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold! Hold! ' Macbeth, AI&.I lUDGMENT. I fee men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward...

...night, And pall thee in the dunneft fmoke of hell ! That my keen knife fee 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...

...night, And pall thee in the dunneft fmoke of hell ! That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! Great Glami? ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy...

...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 ! i « Murderous. ^ Pity. 8 Wrap as in a mantle. Enter MACBETH. Greater...

...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 Macbeth. The future in the instant. Mac. My dearest love, Duncan...

...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 think the objections in the Rambler to the •words knife and dun are ill founded. P. 504.— 301.—...