That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold,
2.2.2649What hath quenched them hath given me fire.
650Hark! Peace!
2.2.3It was the owl that shrieked,
651the fatal bellman
2.2.4Which gives the stern'st goodnight.
652He is about it.
2.2.5The doors are open
653and the surfeited grooms
2.2.6Do mock their charge
654with snores. I have drugged their possets
2.2.7655That death and nature do contend about them
Whether they live or die. Who's there? What ho!
Alack, I am afraid they have awaked
2.2.10660And 'tis not done; th'attempt and not the deed
2.2.11661Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready,
2.2.12662He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled
2.2.13663My father as he slept, I had done't.
664My husband?
I have done the deed.
666Didst thou not hear a noise?
I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.
Did not you speak? When?
Did not you speak? When? Now.
Did not you speak? When? Now. As I descended?
Ay.
Ay. Hark, who lies i'th' second chamber?
Donalbain.
Donalbain. This is a sorry sight.
A foolish thought to say a sorry sight.
There's one did laugh in's sleep,
678and one cried "Murder,"
2.2.21That they did wake each other.
679I stood and heard them,
2.2.22But they did say their prayers
680and addressed them
Again to sleep. There are two lodged together.
One cried "God bless us" and "Amen" the other,
2.2.25683As they had seen me with these hangman's hands.
2.2.26684List'ning their fear, I could not say "Amen"
Consider it not so deeply.
But wherefore could not I pronounce "Amen"?
2.2.30688I had most need of blessing, and "Amen"
Stuck in my throat. These deeds must not be thought
2.2.32690After these ways: so, it will make us mad.
Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more":
2.2.34692Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep,
2.2.35693Sleep that knits up the raveled sleeve of care,
2.2.36694The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,
2.2.37695Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast. What do you mean?
Still it cried "Sleep no more" to all the house,
2.2.40699Glamis hath murdered sleep and therefore Cawdor
2.2.41700Shall sleep no more: Macbeth shall sleep no more.
Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane,
2.2.43702You do unbend your noble strength to think
2.2.44703So brainsickly of things. Go get some water
2.2.45704And wash this filthy witness from your hand.
2.2.46705Why did you bring these daggers from the place?
2.2.47706They must lie there. Go carry them and smear
The sleepy grooms with blood. I'll go no more.
2.2.49709I am afraid to think what I have done,
Look on't again I dare not. Infirm of purpose!
2.2.51712Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead
2.2.52713Are but as pictures. 'Tis the eye of childhood
2.2.53714That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,
2.2.54715I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,
For it must seem their guilt. Whence is that knocking?
2.2.56719How is't with me when every noise appalls me?
2.2.57720What hands are here? Ha! They pluck out mine eyes.
2.2.58721Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
2.2.59722Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
My hands are of your color, but I shame
To wear a heart so white. 728 I hear a knocking
2.2.64At the south entry.
729Retire we to our chamber;
2.2.65730A little water clears us of this deed.
Hath left you unattended. 733Hark, more knocking.
2.2.68734Get on your nightgown lest occasion call us
2.2.69735And show us to be watchers. Be not lost
To know my deed,
738'twere best not know myself.
2.2.72739Wake Duncan with thy knocking--
740I would thou couldst.