"How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here?
I think it is the weakness of mine eyes
That shapes this monstrous apparition.
It comes upon me. Art thou any thing?
Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare?
Speak to me what thou art."
"I prithee,
Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it."
"Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,
That have but labour'd to attain this hour"
Good Bye BIT .
1 comment:
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