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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
And pall thee in
The dunnest smoke of hell.