Macbeth *

si corbul, croncanind, a ragusit, Vestind ca sortii fost au aruncati! Veniti! Veniti! Voi, duhuri, ce vegheati Pe gandurile mortii, crunta zee! si ma nvatati sa nu mai fiu femeie! Ma umpleti, de la crestet pan la talpi Cu o rautate neinduplecata! The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal 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!