How goes the night, boy?
The moon is down, I have not heard the
573clock.
And she goes down at twelve.
And she goes down at twelve. I take't 'tis later, sir.
Hold, take my sword.
577There's husbandry in heaven:
2.1.5578Their candles are all out. Take thee that too.
2.1.6579A heavy summons lies like lead upon me
2.1.8Restrain in me the cursèd thoughts
582that nature
2.1.9Gives way to in repose.
2.1.9.1583Enter Macbeth and a servant with a torch. Gives way to in repose. 584Give me my sword.
A friend.
What, sir, not yet at rest? The King's abed.
2.1.14588And sent forth great largesse to your offices.
2.1.15589This diamond he greets your wife withal,
In measureless content. Being unprepared,
2.1.18593Our will became the servant to defect,
2.1.19594Which else should free have wrought.
Which else should free have wrought. All's well.
2.1.20596I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters.
To you they have showed some truth. I think not of them.
2.1.22599Yet when we can entreat an hour to serve,
2.1.23600We would spend it in some words upon that business,
If you would grant the time. At your kind'st leisure.
If you shall cleave to my consent
604when 'tis,
2.1.26It shall make honor for you.
It shall make honor for you. So I lose none
2.1.27606In seeking to augment it, but still keep
2.1.28607My bosom franchised and allegiance clear,
I shall be counseled. Good repose the while.
Thanks, sir, the like to you.
2.1.30.1 Ex[eunt] Banquo[, Fleance, and torch]. 2.1.31611Macbeth[To servant] Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
2.1.32612She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.
Exit [servant].
2.1.33613Is this a dagger which I see before me,
2.1.34614The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
2.1.35615I have thee not and yet I see thee still.
2.1.36616Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
2.1.37617To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but
2.1.38618A dagger of the mind, a false creation
2.1.39619Proceeding from the heat-oppressèd brain?
2.1.42622Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going,
2.1.43623And such an instrument I was to use.
2.1.44624Mine eyes are made the fools o'th' other senses
2.1.45625Or else worth all the rest. I see thee still,
2.1.46626And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
2.1.47627Which was not so before. There's no such thing!
2.1.48628It is the bloody business which informs
2.1.49629Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one half-world
2.1.50630Nature seems dead and wicked dreams abuse
2.1.51631The curtained sleep; witchcraft celebrates
2.1.52632Pale Hecate's off'rings; and withered murder,
2.1.54634Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
2.1.55635With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
2.1.56636Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
2.1.57637Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
2.1.58638Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
2.1.59639And take the present horror from the time,
2.1.60640Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives;
2.1.61641Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
2.1.62643I go, and it is done. The bell invites me.
2.1.63644Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell
2.1.64645That summons thee to heaven or to hell.