Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lady. He brings great newes.
Lady. Exit Messenger.
Lady. The Rauen himselfe is hoarse,
Lady. That croakes the fatall entrance of Duncan
Lady. Vnder my Battlements. Come you Spirits,
Lady. That tend on mortall thoughts, vnsex me here,
Lady. And fill me from the Crowne to the Toe, top‑full
Lady. Of direst Crueltie: make thick my blood,
Lady. Stop vp th'accesse, and passage to Remorse,
Lady. That no compunctious visitings of Nature
Lady. Shake my fell purpose, nor keepe peace betweene
Lady. Th'effect, and hit. Come to my Womans Brests,
Lady. And take my Milke for Gall, you murth'ring Ministers,
Lady. Where‑euer, in your sightlesse substances,
Lady. You wait on Natures Mischiefe. Come thick Night,
Lady. And pall thee in the dunnest smoake of Hell,
Lady. That my keene Knife see not the Wound it makes,
Lady. Nor Heauen peepe through the Blanket of the darke,
Lady. To cry, hold, hold.
Lady. Enter Macbeth.