1/9/2024 0 Comments Readwrite think macbeth![]() ![]() You wait on nature’s mischief! Come, thick night,Īnd pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, The effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts,Īnd take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,Īnd fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more ![]() So please you, it is true: our thane is coming: Is not thy master with him? who, were’t so, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem Than wishest should be undone.’ Hie thee hither,Īnd chastise with the valour of my tongueĪll that impedes thee from the golden round, That which cries ‘Thus thou must do, if thou have it Īnd that which rather thou dost fear to do That wouldst thou holily wouldst not play false,Īnd yet wouldst wrongly win: thou’ldst have, great Glamis, The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great It is too full o’ the milk of human kindness What thou art promised: yet do I fear thy nature Ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being Thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou Shalt be!’ This have I thought good to deliver Me to the coming on of time, with ‘Hail, king that The wonder of it, came missives from the king, whoĪll-hailed me ‘Thane of Cawdor ’ by which title,īefore, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred To question them further, they made themselves air, Learned by the perfectest report, they have more in ‘They met me in the day of success: and I have ![]()
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