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The Raven

A thriller monologue from Macbeth by William Shakespeare. About 1 min.

Told the King will sleep under her roof tonight, Lady Macbeth calls on dark spirits to strip her of pity.

Lady Macbeth
30s to 40s. Ambitious for her husband, and ready to kill for it

  1. A messenger has just told her that King Duncan comes tonight.

  2. The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements.

  3. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,

  4. And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty!

  5. make thick my blood, Stop up th’ access and passage to remorse,

  6. That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between Th’ effect and it!

  7. Come to my woman’s breasts, And take my milk for gall, your murd’ring ministers,

  8. Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature’s mischief!

  9. Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell

  10. That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,

  11. Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark To cry, “Hold, hold!”

  12. Enter Macbeth.

  13. Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor! Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!

  14. Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant present, and I feel now The future in the instant.

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Public domain, William Shakespeare, 1606. Text from Project Gutenberg #1533.

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