That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire. Hark, peace. It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it. The doors are open and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores. I have drugged their possets, That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live or die.
Who's there, What Ho?
Alack, I am afraid they have awaked, And 'tis not done. The attempt and not the deed Confounds 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. My Husband.
Did not you speak? I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.
As I descended?
I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?
A foolish thought,to say a sorry sight.
This is a sorry sight.
Hark. Who lies i' the second chamber?
There are two lodged together
There's one did laugh in's sleep and one cried 'Murder', that they did wake each other. I stood and heard them, but they did say their prayers and addressed them again to sleep.
One cried 'God bless us' and 'Amen' the other,As they had seen me with these hangman's hands.Listening their fear, I could not say 'Amen'When they did say 'God bless us.'