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It is the bloody business, which informs
(A bell rings.
Enter LADY MACBETH. Lady. That which hath made them drunk, hath
made me bold; What hath quenched them, hath given me fire. Hark !
Peace! It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman, Which gives the sternest good-night. He is about it: The doors are open ; and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugged
their possets, That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live, or die.
Macb. [Within.] Who's there? what, oh!
Lady. Alack! I am afraid they have awaked, And 'tis not done: the attempt, and not the deed, Confounds us : Hark! I laid their daggers ready,
He could not miss them. Had he not resembled My father, as he slept, I had done't. My husband ?
Enter MACBETH. Macb. I have done the deed :didst thou not hear
a noise ? Lady. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry: Did not you speak ?
Macb. When ?
cried, Murder! That they did wake each other; I stood and heard
God bless us.
Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce Amen? I had most need of blessing, and Amen Stuck in
“Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep;
? Macb. Still it cried, “Sleep no more !” to all the
house: “Glamis hath murdered sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!” Lady. Who was it that thus cried ? Why, worthy
thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brain-sickly of such things :- Go, get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your
Macb. I'll go no more:
Lady. Infirm of purpose !
[Exit. Knocking within.
eyes ! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green-one red.
Re-enter LADY MACBETH. Lady. My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white. I hear a knocking At the south entry :-retire we to our chamber : A little water clears us of this deed : How easy is it then! Your constancy Hath left you unattended.—Hark! more knocking:
[Knock. Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us, And show us to be watchers :-Be not lost So poorly in your thoughts. Macb. To know my deed—'Twere best not know myself.
Knock. Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst !
RICHARD III., ACT I., SCENE IV.
Cla. O, I have past a miserable night,
Brak. What was your dream, my lord ? I pray you,
Clar. Methought, that I had broken from the Tower, And was embarked to cross to Burgundy ; And, in my company, my brother Gloster: Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Upon the hatches; thence we looked towards England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster, That had befallen us. As we paced along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled ; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, over-board, Into the tumbling billows of the main. O Lord! methought what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes! Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; A thousand men, that fishes gnawed upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes, Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems, That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep, And mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by.
Brak. Had you such leisure, in the tiine of death, To gaze upon the secrets of the deep ?
Clar. Methought, I had; and often did I strive
Brak. Awaked you not with this sore agony ?
Clar. O, no, my dream was lengthened after life; 0, then began the tempest to my soul !