杰瑞发布于2023-01-06
"Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it came missives from the King "who all-hailed me "Thane of Cawdor, "by which title before these Weird Sisters saluted me "and referred me to the coming on of time with, "'Hail, king that shalt be."' 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. Come, thick night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, that my keen knife see not the wound it makes, nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark to cry, "Hold, hold!" Hie thee hither that I may pour my spirits in thine ear and chastise with the valour of my tongue all that impedes thee from the golden round.