With Cain go wander through the shade of night, That blood should sprinkle me, to make me grow. To wash this blood off from my guilty hand.- [Exeunt. THIS play is one of those which Shakspeare has, apparently, revised ; but as success in works of invention is not always proportionate to labor, it is not finished at last with the happy force of some other of his tragedies, nor can it be said much to affect the passions, or enlarge the understanding. JOHNSON. |