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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
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
Th' effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief. 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!" -Lady Macbeth
Significance: This speech follows behind Macbeth's speech and contrasts it by using similar imagery of darkness. Where Macbeth wants to hide, Lady Macbeth is calling the darkness to her. She also wants to cast off her femininity because, in this context, it is seen as a sign of weakness. She is effectively trying to make herself into the man her husband isn't. This also shows that she is much more evil and nasty than her husband is.