Macbeth I.V

Macbeth Act 1 Scene 5
Lady Macbeth's monologue. LADY MACBETH Give him tending;
38 He brings great news. Exit Messenger. The raven himself is hoarse
39 That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
40 Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
41 That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
42 And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
43 Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood;
44 Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
45 That no compunctious visitings of nature
46 Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
47 The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
48 And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers,
49 Wherever in your sightless substances
50 You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
51 And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
52 That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
53 Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
54 To cry "Hold, hold!" Enter MACBETH. Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!
55 Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!
56 Thy letters have transported me beyond
57 This ignorant present, and I feel now
58 The future in the instant.

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