The Which hath made them drunk hath made me bold;What hath quench'd me hath given me fire.Hark! Peace!It was owl that shriek'd, that fatal bellman, which gives that stern'st good-night.He is about it:The door 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.
Shrek entered Lord Farquads room to murder him.
Infirm on purpose!Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of the childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll glid the faces of the grooms withal;For it must seen their guilt.
I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done;look on't again i dare not.
My hands are of your color, 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 it is then! Your constancy Hath left you unattended
Knock Knock
*KNOCK KNOCK*
Hark! more knocking Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us, and us to be watchers. Be not lost So poorly in your thoughts.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
To know my deed, 'twere best not know mysel. Wake duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst!