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  • There’s no art

    To Find the mind’s construction in the face.

  • 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, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between Th’ effect and it. 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, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry ‘Hold, hold!’

  • If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well It were done quickly. If th’assassinationCould trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success: that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all, here, But here upon this bank and shoal of time, We’d jump the life to come. But in these cases We still have judgement here, that we but teach Bloody instructions which, being taught, return To plague th’inventor. This even-handed justice Commends th’ingredience of our poisoned chalice To our own lips. He’s here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.

  • When shall we three meet again?

    In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

  • When the hurly-burly’s done,

    When the battle’s lost and won.

  • The Prince of Cumberland- that is a step

    On which I must fall down or else oérleap,

    For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires,

    Let not light see my black and deep desires;

    The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be

    Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

  • I dare do all that may become a man;

    Who dares do more is none.

  • What beast was’t then

    That made you break this enterprise to me?

    When you durst do it, then you were a man;

    And to be more than what you were, you would

    Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place

    Did then adhere, and yet you would make them both.

    They have made themselves, and that their fitness now

    Does unmake you.

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