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 visiting of nature shake my fell purpose.
Come to my woman's breasts and... take my milk for gall,you murthering ministers,
wherever in your sightless substances you wait on nature's mischief!Come, thick nigth, 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".........



You can go fuck yourself sideways.....I dont care!