 | Glyne A. Griffith - History - 2001 - 196 pages
...avoid the ontological fallacy embraced, for example, by Shakespeare's Lady Macbeth when she implores: 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... | |
 | Bernhard Dieckmann - Human sacrifice - 2001 - 312 pages
...eigenen Lebensgeister sind nämlich männlich, oder sollen es werden, wie sie es rituell beschwört: Come, you spirits, That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex...toe, top-full Of direst cruelty! Make thick my blood, [...] come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murth'ring ministers (I, v, 39ff).22... | |
 | Candace Vogler - Philosophy - 2002 - 316 pages
...enterprises like war and childrearing. Consider that moment of vicious resolve when Lady Macbeth bids: 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 purpose nor keep... | |
 | Mary Lynn Bryan, Barbara Bair, Maree de Angury, Jane Addams - Biography & Autobiography - 2010 - 716 pages
...witches' prophesies, famously summons herself in a witchlike way to the task of murder, proclaiming: "Come, you spirits / That tend on mortal thoughts,...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,... | |
 | Wystan Hugh Auden - Drama - 2002 - 428 pages
...him up: The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. 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... | |
 | Stuart E. Omans, Maurice J. O'Sullivan - Drama - 2003 - 270 pages
...work. The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements./ / Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex...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,... | |
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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... 
