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 the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it
Come to my woman’s breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering 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!’
Now
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在哪 — 苏黎世。ETH IIS PhD 第一年。
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