With his surcease success; that but this blow Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been And pity, like a naked new-born babe, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, Ibid. I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people. Ibid. Letting "I dare not " wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i' the adage.1 Ibid. I dare do all that may become a man; Ibid. But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we 'll not fail. 1 See Heywood, page 14. Ibid. Is this a dagger which I see before me, Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? Ibid. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going. Ibid. Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead. Ibid. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Ibid. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell The bell invites me. That summons thee to heaven or to hell. It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, Confounds us. The attempt and not the deed I had most need of blessing, and "Amen” Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! 1 Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce, Staunton, and White. Ibid. Sc. 2.1 Ibid.1 Ibid.1 The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.1 Ibid.1 Infirm of purpose! 'Tis the eye of childhood Ibid.1 That fears a painted devil. 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. The labour we delight in physics pain. New hatch'd to the woful time. Dire combustion and confused events Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee! Ibid.1 Sc. 3.2 Ibid.2 Ibid.2 Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence Ibid.2 The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of. Ibid.2 Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? Ibid.2 There's daggers in men's smiles. Ibid.2 A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd. Sc. 4.8 Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up I must become a borrower of the night 1 Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce, Staunton, and White. 2 Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce and White; Act ii. sc. 2 in Staunton. 3 Act ii. sc. 2 in Dyce and White; Act ii. sc. 3 in Staunton. Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 1. Let every man be master of his time Till seven at night. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1. Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, Ibid. Mac. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men. Ibid. That I would set my life on any chance, Ibid. To mend it, or be rid on 't. Things without all remedy Should be without regard; what's done is done. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it. Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well: Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison, Sc. 2. Ibid. But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears. Now, good digestion wait on appetite, Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4. And health on both! Ibid. Thou canst not say I did it; never shake Thy gory locks at me. Ibid. The air-drawn dagger. Ibid. The time has been, That when the brains were out the man would die, Ibid. I drink to the general joy o' the whole table. Ibid. Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Ibid. A thing of custom, 't is no other; Oply it spoils the pleasure of the time. What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, Ibid. Ibid. Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence! Ibid. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admir'd disorder. Ibid. |