Macbeth: Act 2, Scene 1
*Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE with a torch
1How goes the night, boy?
2The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.
3And she goes down at twelve.
I take't, 'tis later, sir.
4Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heaven;
5Their candles are all out. Take thee that too.
6A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,
7And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers,
8Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature
9Gives way to in repose!
Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch.
Give me my sword.
12What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed:
13He hath been in unusual pleasure, and
14Sent forth great largess to your offices.
15This diamond he greets your wife withal,
16By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up
17In measureless content.
18Our will became the servant to defect;
19Which else should free have wrought.
20I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters:
21To you they have show'd some truth.
I think not of them;
22Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,
23We would spend it in some words upon that business,
24If you would grant the time.
At your kind'st leisure.
25If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis,
26It shall make honour for you.
So I lose none
27In seeking to augment it, but still keep
28My bosom franchised and allegiance clear,
29I shall be counsell'd.
Good repose the while!
30Thanks, sir: the like to you!
Exit Banquo [with Fleance].
31Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
32She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.
33Is this a dagger which I see before me,
34The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
35I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
36Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
37To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
38A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
39Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
40I see thee yet, in form as palpable
41As this which now I draw.
42Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;
43And such an instrument I was to use.
44Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
45Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
46And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
47Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
48It is the bloody business which informs
49Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one half-world
50Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
51The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
52Pale Hecat's off'rings; and wither'd Murder,
53Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
54Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
55With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
56Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
57Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
58Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
59And take the present horror from the time,
60Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:
61Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
A bell rings.
62I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
63Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
64That summons thee to heaven or to hell.