Fifth Soliloquy Flashcards
1
Q
Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood,
A
And do such bitter business as the day
Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother
2
Q
O heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever
The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom
A
Let me be cruel, not unnatural: = natural feelings re: mother
I will speak daggers to her, but use none;
My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites;
3
Q
How in my words soever she be shent,
A
To give them seals never, my soul, consent!
