CAPTAIN So they Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe. Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, Or memorize another Golgotha, I cannot tell- (1.2.2)
But I am faint; my gashes cry for help.
So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;
They smack of honor both. Go get him surgeons. (1.2.3)
LADY MACBETH 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! (1.5.3)