With his surcease success; that but this blow We 'ld jump the life to come. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur Ibid. I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people. Ibid. Letting "I dare not " wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i' the adage.1 Ibid. I dare do all that may become a man; Ibid. But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we 'll not fail. 1 See Heywood, page 14. Ibid. Is this a dagger which I see before me, thee. Come, let me clutch I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? Ibid. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going. Ibid. Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead. Ibid. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Ibid. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell The bell invites me. That summons thee to heaven or to hell. It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night. Confounds us. The attempt and not the deed I had most need of blessing, and “Amen” Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! 1 Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce, Staunton, and White. Ibid. Sc. 2.1 Ibid.1 Ibid.1 The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.1 Ibid. 1 Infirm of purpose! 'Tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Ibid.1 Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red. The labour we delight in physics pain. Dire combustion and confused events New hatch'd to the woful time. Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee! Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! Ibid.1 Sc. 3.2 Ibid.2 Ibid.2 The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence Ibid.2 The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of. Ibid.2 Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? Ibid.2 There's daggers in men's smiles. Ibid.2 A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Sc. 4.3 Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up I must become a borrower of the night 1 Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce, Staunton, and White. 2 Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce and White; Act ii. sc. 2 in Staunton. 3 Act ii. sc. 2 in Dyce and White; Act ii. sc. 3 in Staunton. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 1. Let every man be master of his time Till seven at night. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1. Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, Mur. Ibid. We are men, my liege. Mac. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men. Ibid. That I would set my life on any chance, Ibid. To mend it, or be rid on 't. Things without all remedy Should be without regard; what's done is done. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it. Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well: Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison, Sc. 2. Ibid. But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in That when the brains were out the man would die, I drink to the general joy o' the whole table. A thing of custom, - 't is no other; What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence! Ibid. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admir'd disorder. Ibid. |