 | Irving Ribner - Art - 2005 - 232 pages
...reversal of normal life impulses. She calls upon the forces of darkness to support her in her purposes : Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex...remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature 1 See EMW Tillyard, Shakespeare's History I' lays (New York, 1947), p. 317. I have treated the play's... | |
 | Dominic Baker-Smith - Humanism - 2005 - 350 pages
...of Lady Macbeth's other-worldly regal style is her rhythmic, treble invocation of diabolical powers: Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex...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... | |
 | Kenneth Muir - Literary Criticism - 2005 - 224 pages
...that Duncan is coming to Inverness, she invokes the ministers of darkness to take possession of her: Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex...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,... | |
 | John Russell Brown - Drama - 2005 - 280 pages
...impatient release, before her voice drops to the real nature of what she feels possible within her; Come you spirits, That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex...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,... | |
 | Gunnar Olsson - Science - 2010 - 569 pages
...the mind of Lady Macbeth nothing is but what is not. And for that reason of imagination she prays: Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex...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,... | |
 | Verena Schörkhuber - 2007 - 37 pages
...allied with the witches, she phrases this unsexing as the undoing of her own bodily maternal function: Come, you Spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex...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... | |
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Come, 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... 
