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LADY MACBETH ACT1 SCENE5 SOLILOQUY
The raven himself is hoarse , Under my battlements.Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts,unsex me 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 visitings of nature shake my fell purpose,nor keep 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 wait on nature's mischief!Come,thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,That my keen see not the wound it makes,
Nor heaven peep through the blank of the dark,To cry "HOLD,HOLD."
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