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’accéss and
passage to remorse,
That no compunctious
visiting of nature
Shake my fell purpose,
nor keep peace between
Th’effect and it.
Shakespeare - Macbeth
Act 1 Scene 5
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