...entrance of Duncan Under my hattlements. 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 the access and passage to remorse ; That no compunctious visitings of...

...Duncan Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits That tend on mortal1 thoughts, 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"; That no compunctious visitings of...

...entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. 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. Macbeth came home. He and Lady Macbeth talked about King Duncan's visit. He would stay for only one...

...himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty. (Enter MACBETH.) Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor! Greater than both by the all-hail hereafter! (They embrace.)...

...thrusts her arms straight up in the air.) LADY MACBETH. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, Fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty. MARIE. I think she's got an idea. (LADY MACBETH begins walking her husband around the stage whispering...

...ungewöhnliches Verhalten auffallt. Erstens schwört sie explizit ihrer weiblichen Natur ab ( „unsex me here, / And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full / Of direst cruelty", I, v, 41-43); zweitens schlafwandelt sie, was 68 vgl. Suerbaum, Ulrich. Shakespeares Dramen, S 187/188....

...against the king of Scotland: . . . 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 visitings of nature...

...against the king of Scotland: . . . 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 visitings of nature...

...Shakespeare's Lady Macbeth when she implores: 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 visitings of nature...

...werden, wie sie es rituell beschwört: 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, [...] come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murth'ring ministers...