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...
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!"
{actor} 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...
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!"