Lady Macbeth Mindmap

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,
Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it.
Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o’ th’ milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way:
Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear And chastise with the valor of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round,
Come to my woman’s breasts, And take my milk for gall,

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	Created by Amber Hawkins over 5 years ago