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With his surcease, success ; that but this blow
* An allusion to the winds ; sightless is used for invisible.
Act II. The Visionary Dagger Scene. 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, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going, And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest ; I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon,* goutst of blood, Which was not so before.—There's no such thing : It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes.
* The handle of the dagger. + Spots of blood.
Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace,
Macbeth's Terror at the Ghost of Banquo.
I grant him bloody,
The king becoming graces,
* Mental torture. + Inhibit means to forbid; the original reading is inbabit then.
Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,
A Distracted Kingdom.
Lady Macbeth in the Sleep-walking Scene. GENTLEWOMAN. Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise ; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her : stand close.
Doctor. How came she by that light?
GENTLEWOMAN. Why, it stood by her : she has light by her continually ; 'tis her command.
Doctor. You see, her eyes are open.
DOCTOR. What is it she does now ? Look, how she rubs her hands.
GENTLEWOMAN. It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands ; I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.
LADY Macbeth. Yet here's a spot.
comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.
LADY MACBETH. Out, damned spot ! out, I say !One ; two; why, then, 'tis time to do’t:- Hell is murky!— Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier and afеard ? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account ?-Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him ?
Doctor. Do you mark that?
LADY MACBETH. The thane of Fife had a wife ; where is she now ?-_What, will these hands ne'er be clean ?-No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that : you mar all with this starting.
DOCTOR. Go to, go to ; you have known what you should not.
GENTLEWOMAN. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that : heaven knows what she has known.
LADY MACBETH. Here's the smell of the blood still; all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh! oh! oh!
Doctor. What a sigh is there ! The heart is sorely charged.
GENTLEWOMAN. I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body.
Doctor. Well, well, well,—
DOCTOR. This disease is beyond my practice : yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep, who have died holily in their beds.
LADY MACBETH. Wash your hands, put on your nightgown ; look not so pale :- I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave.
Doctor. Even so.