Loading ...Oogah! Oogah! I trumpet this news:
World financial markets are like a piecrust stretched across the roof of a volcano!
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of parts of the globe;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use
And dreadful objects so familiar
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter’d with the hands of war;
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
And Gold’s spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Richard640 by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch’s voice
Cry ‘Havoc,’ and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial. (3.1.254-275)
Oogah! Boogah!