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Lady Macbeth, Lines 37b-53a
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Act 1,
Scene 5
Lines 37b-53a

Lady Macbeth performs a speech from Act 1, Scene 5 of myShakespeare's Macbeth. 

myShakespeare | Macbeth 1.5 Performance: Lady Macbeth, Lines 37b-53a

Lady Macbeth

                                    The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. 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 the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever, in your sightless substances,
You wait on nature's mischief. 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.'