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Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep;
Lady. What do you mean?
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.
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:
[K’nock. 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,
man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days; So full of dismal terror was the time. 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
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 !
I passed, methought, the melancholy flood,
Brak. No marvel, lord, that it affrighted you;
Clar. O, Brakenbury, I have done those things,-That now give evidence against my soul,For Edward's sake; and, see, how he requites me! O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee, But thou wilt be avenged on my misdeeds, Yet execute thy wrath on me alone : O, spare my guiltless wife, and my poor children ! — I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by me; My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep.
ACT III., SCENE I.
pangs of despised love, the law's delay,