I 'gin to be aweary of the sun,  
 And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.  
 Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack!  
 At least we'll die with harness on our back.
Macbeth (1606) act 5, sc. 5, l. 49
I 'gin to be aweary of the sun,  
 And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.  
 Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack!  
 At least we'll die with harness on our back.
Macbeth (1606) act 5, sc. 5, l. 49