| LADY MACBETH |
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; |
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What hath quench'd them hath given me fire. |
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Hark! Peace! |
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It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, |
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Which gives the stern'st good–night. He is about it: |
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The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms |
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Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd |
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their possets, |
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That death and nature do contend about them, |
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Whether they live or die. |
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| MACBETH |
[Within] Who's there? what, ho! |
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| LADY MACBETH |
Alack, I am afraid they have awaked, |
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And 'tis not done. The attempt and not the deed |
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Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready; |
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He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled |
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My father as he slept, I had done't. |
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| [Enter MACBETH] |
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My husband! |
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| MACBETH |
I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise? |
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| LADY MACBETH |
I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. |
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Did not you speak? |
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| MACBETH |
When? |
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| LADY MACBETH |
Now. |
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| MACBETH |
As I descended? |
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| LADY MACBETH |
Ay. |
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| MACBETH |
Hark! |
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Who lies i' the second chamber? |
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| LADY MACBETH |
Donalbain. |
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| MACBETH |
This is a sorry sight. |
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| LADY MACBETH |
A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. |
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| MACBETH |
There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried |
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Murder!' |
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That they did wake each other: I stood and heard them: |
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But they did say their prayers, and address'd them |
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Again to sleep. |
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| LADY MACBETH |
There are two lodged together. |
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| MACBETH |
One cried 'God bless us!' and 'Amen' the other; |
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As they had seen me with these hangman's hands. |
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Listening their fear, I could not say 'Amen,' |
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When they did say 'God bless us!' |
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| LADY MACBETH |
Consider it not so deeply. |
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| MACBETH |
But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? |
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I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' |
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Stuck in my throat. |
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| LADY MACBETH |
These deeds must not be thought |
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After these ways; so, it will make us mad. |
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| MACBETH |
Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more! |
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Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep, |
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Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care, |
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The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, |
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Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, |
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Chief nourisher in life's feast,–– |
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| LADY MACBETH |
What do you mean? |
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| MACBETH |
Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house: |
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Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor |
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Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.' |
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| LADY MACBETH |
Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, |
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You do unbend your noble strength, to think |
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So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, |
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And wash this filthy witness from your hand. |
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Why did you bring these daggers from the place? |
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They must lie there: go carry them; and smear |
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The sleepy grooms with blood. |
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| MACBETH |
I'll go no more: |
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I am afraid to think what I have done; |
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Look on't again I dare not. |
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| LADY MACBETH |
Infirm of purpose! |
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Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead |
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Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood |
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That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, |
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I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal; |
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For it must seem their guilt. |
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| [Exit. Knocking within] |
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| MACBETH |
Whence is that knocking? |
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How is't with me, when every noise appals me? |
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What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes. |
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Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood |
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Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather |
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The multitudinous seas in incarnadine, |
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Making the green one red. |
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| [Re–enter LADY MACBETH] |
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| LADY MACBETH |
My hands are of your colour; but I shame |
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To wear a heart so white. |
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| [Knocking within] |
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I hear a knocking |
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At the south entry: retire we to our chamber; |
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A little water clears us of this deed: |
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How easy is it, then! Your constancy |
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Hath left you unattended. |
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| [Knocking within] |
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Hark! more knocking. |
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Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, |
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And show us to be watchers. Be not lost |
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So poorly in your thoughts. |
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| MACBETH |
To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself. |
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| [Knocking within] |
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Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst! |
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| [Exeunt] |
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