Макбет

           Messenger:Thekingcomeshereto-night.

           LadyMacbeth:Thou’rtmadtosayit:

           Isnotthymasterwithhim?who,were’tso,

           Wouldhaveinform’dforpreparation.

           Messenger:Sopleaseyou,itistrue:ourthaneiscoming:

           Oneofmyfellowshadthespeedofhim,

           Who,almostdeadforbreath,hadscarcelymore

           Thanwouldmakeuphismessage.

           LadyMacbeth:Givehimtending;

           Hebringsgreatnews.

           ExitMessenger

           Theravenhimselfishoarse

           ThatcroaksthefatalentranceofDuncan

           Undermybattlements.Come,youspirits

           Thattendonmortalthoughts,unsexmehere,

           Andfillmefromthecrowntothetoetop-full

           Ofdirestcruelty!makethickmyblood;

           Stopuptheaccessandpassagetoremorse,

           Thatnocompunctiousvisitingsofnature

           Shakemyfellpurpose,norkeeppeacebetween

           Theeffectandit!Cometomywoman’sbreasts,

           Andtakemymilkforgall,youmurderingministers,

           Whereverinyoursightlesssubstances

           Youwaitonnature’smischief!Come,thicknight,

           Andpalltheeinthedunnestsmokeofhell,

           Thatmykeenknifeseenotthewounditmakes,

           Norheavenpeepthroughtheblanketofthedark,

           Tocry‘Hold,hold!’