Hamlet Hoedown

Lyrics

The raven himself is hoarse.nThat croaks the fatal entrance of DuncannUnder my battlements. Come, you spiritsnThat tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,nAnd fill me from the crown to the toe top-fullnOf direst cruelty! make thick my blood;nStop up the access and passage to remorse,nThat no compunctious visitings of naturenShake my fell purpose, nor keep peace betweennThe effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts,nAnd take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,nWherever in your sightless substancesnYou wait on nature’s mischief! Come, thick night,nAnd pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,nThat my keen knife see not the wound it makes,nNor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,nTo cry ‘Hold, hold!’

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