Macbeth : Act 2 Scene 3
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'Twas a rough night.
The night has been unruly: where we lay,Our chimneys were blown down...The obscure birdClamour'd the livelong night. Some say, the earthWas feverous and did shake.
O horror, horror, horror,Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee.
Approach the chamber and destroy your sight with a new Gorgon.
What's the matter?
Awake, awake!Ring the alarum bell! Murder and treason! Malcolm, Banquo, As from your graves rise up and walk like sprites To countenance this horror.
Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'd a blessed time, for from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality.
Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done't.They star'd and were distracted; No man's life was to be trusted with them.
O, yet I do repent me of my furyThat I did kill them.
There the murderers,Steep'd in the colours of their trade; their daggersUnmannerly breech'd with gore. Who could refrain,That had a heart to love and in that heartCourage to make's love known?
Who can be wise, amaz'd, temp'rate, and furious,Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man,Th'expedition of my violent loveOutran the pauser, reason.
Wherefore did you so?
Look to the lady.
Help me hence, ho.