A dagger of the mind, a false creation Proceeding from the heat-oppressèd brain?I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. He draws his dagger.Thou marshal’st me the way that I was going, And such an instrument I was to use.Mine eyes are made the fools o’ th’ other senses
Act 2 Scene 2
It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes. Now o’er the one-half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtained sleep. Witchcraft celebratesPale Hecate’s off’rings, and withered murder,Alarumed by his sentinel, the wolf,Whose howl’s his watch, thus with his stealthy pace,With Tarquin’s ravishing strides, towards hisdesign
Act 2 Scene 3
Still it cried “Sleep no more!” to all the house.“Glamis hath murdered sleep, and thereforeCawdorShall sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more.”
Act 2 Scene 4
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 smearThe sleepy grooms with blood.
Here’s a knocking indeed! If a man wereporter of hell gate, he should have old turning thekey. (Knock.) Knock, knock, knock! Who’s there, i’th’ name of Beelzebub? Here’s a farmer that hangedhimself on th’ expectation of plenty. Come in time!Have napkins enough about you; here you’ll sweatfor ’t. (Knock.) Knock, knock! Who’s there, in th’other devil’s name? Faith, here’s an equivocatorthat could swear in both the scales against eitherscale, who committed treason enough for God’ssake yet could not equivocate to heaven.