come to me spirits make me as cruel as a man .Make me cruel from my head to my toes !
stop me from being remorseful ,COME TO ME YOU MURDERING MINISTRIES TAKE MY MILK FROM MY BREAST AS AN OFFERING
make my evil actions immune to heaven's judgement
The raven himself is hoarseThat croaks the fatal entrance of DuncanUnder my battlements. Come, you spiritsThat tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,And fill me from the crown to the toe top-fullOf direst cruelty. Make thick my blood.
Stop up th’ access and passage to remorse,That no compunctious visitings of natureShake my fell purpose, nor keep peace betweenTh’ effect and it. Come to my woman’s breastsAnd 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 knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark To cry “Hold, hold!”