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Lady Macbeth: Come, You Spirits (feat. Neil Dignam, John Hunt, Roisin Ward Morrow & Luke Webb)
by Deborah Stokol
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He brings great news
The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
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 th' 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 knife see not the wound it makes
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark
To cry Hold, hold
He brings great news
The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
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 th' 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 knife see not the wound it makes
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark
To cry Hold, hold
