In thunder lightning or in rain
Smoked with bloody execution…unseamed him from the nave to th’ chops
You should be women, and yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.
Unsex me here
the instruments of darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles, to betray ‘s in deepest consequence
Look like th’ innocent flower, But be the serpent under’t.
Heat oppressed brain
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown
Thou canst not say I did it. Never shake / thy gory locks at me
Brief candle , Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player