"they have more in them than mortal knowledge.

"When I burned in desire to question them further,

"they made themselves air into which they vanished.

"Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it came missives from the King

"who all-hailed me

"Thane of Cawdor,

"by which title before these Weird Sisters saluted me

"and referred me to the coming on of time with,

"'Hail, king that shalt be."'

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.

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 night,

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