Macbeth Act 2 Sc 1 Lines

How goes the night, boy?

How goes the night, boy?

Banquo

The moon is down, I have not heard the clock.

Fleance

And she goes down at twelve.

Banquo

I take it ‘tis later, sir.

Fleance

Hold, take my sword. There’s husbandry in heaven, Their candles are all out.

Banquo

Take thee that too. A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, and yet I would not sleep.

Banquo

Merciful powers, restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature gives way to in repose!

Banquo

Give me my sword. Who’s there?

Banquo

What, sir, not yet at rest? The King’s a-bed. He hath been in unusual pleasure and sent forth great largess to your offices.

Banquo

This diamond he greets your wife withal, by the name of most kind hostess, and shut up in measureless content.

Banquo

Being unprepared, our will became the servant to defect, which else should free have wrought.

Macbeth

All’s well. I dreamt last night of the three Weird Sisters. To you they have showed some truth.

Banquo

I think not of them; yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, we would spend it in some words upon that business, if you would grant the time.

Macbeth

At your kindest leisure.

Banquo

If you shall cleave to my consent, when ‘tis, it shall make honour for you.

Macbeth

So I lose none in seeking to augment it, but still keep my bosom franchised and allegiance clear, I shall be counselled.

Banquo

Good repose the while.

Macbeth

Thanks, sir, the like to you.

Banquo

Go bid they mistress, when my drink is ready, she strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.

Macbeth

Is this a dagger, which I see before me, the handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

Macbeth

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feeling as to sight? Or art thou but a dagger of the mind, a false creation proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

Macbeth

I see thee yet, in form as palpable as this which now I draw. Thou marshalest me the way that I was going, and such an instrument I was to use.

Macbeth

Mine eyes are made the fools of the other senses, or else worth all the rest. I see thee still, and on they blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, which was not so before.

Macbeth

There’s no such thing. It is the bloody business which informs thus to mine eyes.

Macbeth

Now over the one half-world nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse the curtained sleep.

Macbeth

Witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate’s offerings, 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 his design moves like a ghost.

Macbeth

Thou sure and firm-set earth hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear they very stones prate of my whereabout, and take the present horror from the time, which now suits with it.

Macbeth

Whiles I threat, he lives. Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

Macbeth

I go, and it is done. The bell invites me.

Macbeth

Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven, or to hell.

Macbeth