Macbetto in Antwerpen

Ik ken geen klemmender, luguberder uiting van moordzucht dan dit: 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 th’access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visiting of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between Th’effect [...]