So clear in his great office, that his virtues Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur Lady Macb. Letting I dare not wait upon I would, Macb. I dare do all that may become a man: Macb. If we should fail? We fail! Lady Macb. But screw your courage to the sticking place, And we'll not fail.-Act I, Sc. 7. Macb. Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; *The adage alluded to is "Catus amat pisces, sed non vult tingere plantas." Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, And on thy blade and dudgeon* gouts of blood, Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one half-world Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. [A bell rings. Act 2, Sc. I. Macb. Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave + of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.-Act 2, Sc. I. Lady M. The sleeping and the dead Macb. The labour we delight in physics pain. Act 2, Sc. 2. *The wooden handle. + Unwrought silk. I Lady M. Nought's had, all's spent, Act 3, Sc. 2. Macb. We have scotch'd* the snake, not kill'd it: Mur. But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.-Act 3, Sc. 2. Fleance is 'scaped. Most royal sir, Mach. Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect, Whole as the marble, founded as the rock, As broad and general as the casing air: But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound in Lady M. The feast is sold That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a-making, 'Tis given with welcome: to feed were best at home; From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony; Meeting were bare without it. Query, scorch'd. Macb. Sweet remembrancer! Macb. The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, Lady M. Stand not upon the order of your going, Len. Good night; and better health Attend his majesty ! Lady M. A kind good night to all! Macb. It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood: By magot-pies and choughs and rooks, brought forth Macb. But yet I'll make assurance double sure, Rosse. Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward To what they were before.-Act 4, Sc. 2. Mal. 'Tis call'd the evil : Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken, The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, And sundry blessings hang about his throne, Macd. Stands Scotland where it did?—Act 4, Sc. 3. Mal. Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Act 4, Sc. 3. Macd. What! all my pretty chickens then, and their dam, At one fell swoop?-Act 4, Sc. 3. Macb. I have liv'd long enough: my way of life Macb. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, Doct. Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff Must minister to himself. Therein the patient Mach. Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it! Act 5, Sc. 3. |