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...stabbing his king, he breaks out; amidst his emotions into a wish natural to a mur« derer: —-i—Come, thick night! And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes j Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark. To cry, Hold,...

...here; 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...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,...

...peace between Th' effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murth'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You...night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! Terrible invocation ! Tragedy can speak no stronger language, nor could any genius less than Shakspeare's...

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...purpose of stabbing his kin;, he breaks out amidst 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 malces ; . . Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark. To cry,...

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...and passage to remorse; That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose; nor keep pace between The effect, and it! Come to my woman's breasts,...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,...