Macbeth Page #3

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Fiten!

Will it not be received, when we have mark'd with blood

those sleepy two of his own chamber

and used their very daggers, that they have done't?

Who dares receive it other, as we shall make

our griefs and clamour roar upon his death?

Leave all the rest to me.

How goes the night, boy?

The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.

Hold, take my sword.

There's husbandry in heaven;

their candles are all out.

Take thee that too.

A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,

and yet I would not sleep.

Merciful powers,

restrain in me the cursed thoughts

that nature gives way to in repose!

Give me my sword.

Who's there?

A friend.

What, sir, not yet at rest?

The king's a-bed.

He hath been in unusual pleasure, and

sent forth great largess to your offices.

This diamond he greets your wife withal.

I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters:

To you they have show'd some truth.

I think not of them.

Good repose the while!

Thanks, sir:
the like to you!

Now o'er the one halfworld nature seems dead,

and wicked dreams abuse the curtain'd sleep.

witchcraft celebrates pale Hecate's offerings,

and wither'd murder,

Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,

whose howl's his watch,

thus with his stealthy pace.

with Tarquin's ravishing strides,

towards his design moves like a ghost.

Is this a dagger which I see before me,

the handle toward my hand?

Come, let me clutch thee.

I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feeling as to sight?

or art thou but a dagger of the mind, a false creation,

proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

I see thee still, and on thy blade and dudgeon

gouts of blood,

which was not so before.

There's no such thing.

What news?

The doors are open;

and the surfeited grooms do mock

their charge with snores.

We will proceed no further in this business.

Was the hope drunk wherein you dress'd yourself?

hath it slept since?

and wakes it now, to look so green and pale

on what it did so freely?

From this time such I account thy love.

Art thou afeard to be the same in thine own act

and valour as thou art in desire?

I dare do all that may become a man;

who dares do more is none.

What beast was't, then, that made you

break this enterprise to me?

When you durst do it, then you were a man;

And, to be more than what you were, you would

be so much more the man.

I have given suck, and know how tender 'tis

to love the babe that milks me.

I would, while it was smiling in my face,

have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,

and dash'd the brains out,

had I so sworn as you have done to this.

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