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" And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood ; Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it! Come to my... "
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The Plays of William Shakespeare, Том 3

William Shakespeare - 1803 - 558 страници
...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...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 British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the ...

Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 424 страници
...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...not the wound it makes; Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, " Hold, hold ! " Enter MACBETH. Thy letters have transported me beyond...

King Lear: A Tragedy in Five Acts, Том 4

William Shakespeare - 1808 - 432 страници
...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...not the wound it makes ; Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, « Hold, hold ! " Enter MACBETH. Groat Glamis ! worthy Cawdor! Greater...

The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, Том 3

William Shakespeare - 1813 - 476 страници
...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...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...

The Family Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes; in which Nothing is Added to ..., Том 4

William Shakespeare - 1818 - 362 страници
...it ! Come to my woman's breasts, 3 Diadem. 4 Supernatural. And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You...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...

The Plays of William Shakspeare, Томове 11–12

William Shakespeare - 1826 - 996 страници
...ii- effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring mi lusters, Salisbury : If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot, .Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me blanket of the dark, To cry, //•'./. hold I — Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBXTH. Greater...

Elements of Moral Philosophy, Том 1

Daniel Dewar - 1826 - 528 страници
...peace between The effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murthering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You...knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep thro' the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold !— There are some striking passages illustrative...

Elements of Moral Philosophy and of Christian Ethics, Том 1

Daniel Dewar - 1826 - 558 страници
...peace between The effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murthering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You...knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep thro' the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold !— There are some striking passages illustrative...

The Southern Review, Том 8

1832 - 542 страници
...between The effect, and it ! Come lo my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you niurd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You...not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold! Without going over the long, tissued, and offensive detail...

The Southern Review, Том 8

1832 - 540 страници
...The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'rmg mimsters, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on...not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, JUold! Without going over the long, Iissuer), and offensive detail...




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