Quotation by Shakespeare

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.
William Shakespeare (1564–1616), British dramatist, poet. Lady Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 1, sc. 5, l. 39-49 (1623).

Summoning evil spirits that attend on murderous ("mortal") thoughts.
Surprise me with a
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