
♛ | ❛ —————– come, you spirits
that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
& fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
of DIREST CRUELTY. make thick my blood.
stop up th’ access & passage to remorse,
that no compunctious visitings of nature
shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
th’ effect & it. come to my woman’s breasts,
& take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers,
wherever in your sightless substances
you wait on nature’s mischief. come, THICK NIGHT,
& pall thee in the dunnest smoke of HELL,
that my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
norheavenpeep through the blanket of the dark,
to cry “ hold, hold ! “