macbeth 2

1st part Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
2nd I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
3rd 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?
4th I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw.
5th Thou marshall’st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use.
6th Mine eyes are made the fools o’ the other senses, Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before.
7th There’s no such thing: It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes.
8th Now o’er the one halfword 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.
9th With Tarquin’s ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
10th Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
11th Whiles I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
12th I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
13th Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell.

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