Macbeth

by William Shakespeare

Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Under my battlements. Come, you spirits 40 That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe topfull Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood;

Still it cried “Sleep no more!” to all the house; “Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more.”

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow