00:00Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out contagion to this world.
00:16Now could I drink hot blood and do such bitter business as the day would quake to look on.
00:30Soft now to my mother.
00:33All my offence is rank, it smells to heaven.
00:37It hath the primal eldest curse upon it, a brother's murder.
01:00Now might I do it, Pat, now he's a praying, and now I'll do it.
01:05And so he goes to heaven, and so am I revenged.
01:09That would be scant.
01:12A villain kills my father, and for that I, his sole son, do this same villain send to heaven.
01:17When he is fit and seasoned for his passage.
01:22Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge.
01:26Oh!
01:27Oh!
01:29Oh!
01:31Wretched state!
01:34Oh!
01:35Possum glad as death!
01:39No, when he is drunk asleep, or in his rage, or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed.
01:45Then trip him that his heels may kick at heaven, and that his soul may be as damned and black as hell whereto it goes.
01:53Now to my mother.
01:54And now to my mother.
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