A2S2 Flashcards
Enter lady Macbeth
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; what hath quench’d them hath given me fire. Hark! Peace! It was the owl that shriek’d, the fatal bellman, which gives the stern’st goodnight. He is about it: The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg’d their possets, that death and nature do contend about them, whether they live or die.
Within Who’s there? What, ho!
Alack, I am afraid they have awaked, and tis not done. The attempt and not the deed confound us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready; he could not miss ‘em. Had he not resembled my father as he slept, I had done’t. (Enter Macbeth) My husband!
I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?
I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. Did not you speak?
When?
Now.
As I descended?
Ay.
Hark! Who lies i’ the second chamber?
Donalbain.
This is a sorry sight.
A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.
… but they did say their prayers and address’d them again to sleep.
There are two lodged together.
… listening to their fear, I could not say ‘Amen’ when they did say ‘God bless us!’
Consider it not so deeply.
But wherefore could I not pronounce ‘Amen’? I had most need of blessing, and ‘Amen’ stuck in my throat.
These deeds must not be thought after these ways; so, it will make us mad.
…balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course, chief nourisher in life’s feast—
What do you mean?
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.’
Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, you do unbend your noble strength, to think so brainsickly of things. Go get some water, and wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: go carry them; and smear the sleepy grooms with blood.
I’ll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done: look on’t again I dare not.
Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: tis’ the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I’ll gild the faces of the grooms withal; for it must seem their guilt. Exit
… No, this hand will rather the multitudinous seas in incarnadine, making the green one red.
Enter
My hands are if your colour; but I shame to wear a heart so white. (Knocking within) 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. (Knocking within) Hark! More knocking. Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, and show us to be watchers. Be not lost so poorly in your thoughts.
To know my deed, t’were best not know myself. (Knocking within) wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou could’st!
Exeunt
