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With his surcease, success; that but this blow
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
I dare do all that may become a man ;
Who dares do more is none.
* An allusion to the winds; sightless is used for invisible.
The Visionary Dagger Scene.
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind; a false creation,
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going,
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
And on thy blade, and dudgeon,* gouts† of blood,
Thus to mine eyes.
We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it; She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice
Remains in danger of her former tooth.
But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds
Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep
In the affliction of these terrible dreams,
That shake us nightly better be with the dead,
*The handle of the dagger.
+ Spots of blood.
Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace,
In restless ecstasy.*. Duncan is in his
Macbeth's Terror at the Ghost of Banquo.
What man dare, I dare:
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The baby of a girl.
Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence!
Malcolm's Description of the Character of Macbeth.
I grant him bloody,
Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,
Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin
That has a name.
The Qualities which become a King.
The king-becoming graces,
As justice, verity, temperance, stableness,
+ Inhibit means to forbid; the original reading is inhabit then.
Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,
I have no relish of them.
A Distracted Kingdom.
Alas, poor country:
Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot
Be call'd our mother, but our grave: where nothing,
Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's lives
Lady Macbeth in the Sleep-walking Scene.
GENTLEWOMAN. Lo you, here she comes! her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep.
her stand close.
DOCTOR. How came she by that light?
by her continually; 'tis her command.
DOCTOR. You see, her eyes are open.
GENTLEWOMAN. Ay, but their sense is shut.
rubs her hands.
Look, how she
GENTLEWOMAN. It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands; I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.
LADY MACBETH. Yet here's a spot.
DOCTOR. Hark! she speaks: I will set down what
comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.
LADY MACBETH. Out, damned spot! out, I say! One; two; why, then, 'tis time to do't:- Hell is murky - Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?-Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?
DOCTOR. Do you mark that?
LADY MACBETH. The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now?- -What, will these hands ne'er be clean ?—No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with this starting.
DOCTOR. Go to, go to; you have known what you should not.
GENTLEWOMAN. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that: heaven knows what she has known. LADY MACBETH. Here's the smell of the blood still; all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh oh oh!
DOCTOR. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged.
GENTLEWOMAN. I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body. DOCTOR. Well, well, well,
GENTLEWOMAN. 'Pray God it be, sir.
DOCTOR. This disease is beyond my practice: yet Ι have known those which have walked in their sleep, who have died holily in their beds.
LADY MACBETH. Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so pale:-I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave. DOCTOR. Even so.
LADY MACBETH. Тo bed, to bed; there's knocking