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Macbeth (Folio 1, 1623)
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136 The Tragedie of Macbeth.
579A heauie Summons lyes like Lead vpon me,
580And yet I would not sleepe:
582That Nature giues way to in repose.
583 Enter Macbeth, and a Seruant with a Torch.
584Giue me my Sword: who's there?
585Macb. A Friend.
589This Diamond he greetes your Wife withall,
592Mac. Being vnprepar'd,
595Banq. All's well.
598Macb. I thinke not of them:
599Yet when we can entreat an houre to serue,
601If you would graunt the time.
604When 'tis, it shall make Honor for you.
607My Bosome franchis'd, and Allegeance cleare,
613Is this a Dagger, which I see before me,
614The Handle toward my Hand? Come, let me clutch thee:
617To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but
618A Dagger of the Minde, a false Creation,
619Proceeding from the heat-oppressed Braine?
620I see thee yet, in forme as palpable,
621As this which now I draw.
624Mine Eyes are made the fooles o'th'other Sences,
626And on thy Blade, and Dudgeon, Gouts of Blood,
629Thus to mine Eyes. Now o're the one halfe World
631The Curtain'd sleepe: Witchcraft celebrates
632Pale Heccats Offrings: and wither'd Murther,
633Alarum'd by his Centinell, the Wolfe,
637Heare not my steps, which they may walke, for feare
638Thy very stones prate of my where-about,
639And take the present horror from the time,
640Which now sutes with it. Whiles I threat, he liues:
641Words to the heat of deedes too cold breath giues.
642 A Bell rings.
643I goe, and it is done: the Bell inuites me.
644Heare it not, Duncan, for it is a Knell,
646 Scena Secunda.
647 Enter Lady.
648La. That which hath made thẽ drunk, hath made me bold:
649What hath quench'd them, hath giuen me fire.
650Hearke, peace: it was the Owle that shriek'd,
652He is about it, the Doores are open:
653And the surfeted Groomes doe mock their charge
654With Snores. I haue drugg'd their Possets,
655That Death and Nature doe contend about them,
656Whether they liue, or dye.
657 Enter Macbeth.
658Macb. Who's there? what hoa?
659Lady. Alack, I am afraid they haue awak'd,
660And 'tis not done: th'attempt, and not the deed,
661Confounds vs: hearke: I lay'd their Daggers ready,
663My Father as he slept, I had don't.
664My Husband?
665Macb. I haue done the deed:
668Did not you speake?
669Macb. When?
670Lady. Now.
672Lady. I.
674Lady. Donalbaine.
678And one cry'd Murther, that they did wake each other:
681Lady. There are two lodg'd together.
687Mac. But wherefore could not I pronounce Amen?
691Macb. Me thought I heard a voyce cry, Sleep no more:
692Macbeth does murther Sleepe, the innocent Sleepe,
693Sleepe that knits vp the rauel'd Sleeue of Care,
694The death of each dayes Life, sore Labors Bath,
697Lady. What doe you meane?
699Glamis hath murther'd Sleepe, and therefore Cawdor
701Lady. Who was it, that thus cry'd? why worthy Thane,
702You doe vnbend your Noble strength, to thinke
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