dagger memorization

Is this a dagger which i see before me,

The handle towards my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.

I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feeling as to sight?

Or art thou but a dagger of the time,

A false created proceeding from the heat oppressed brain

I see thee yet, in form as palpable

As this which now I draw

Thou marshall'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

or else all the rest. i see thee still

and, on thy blade and thy dudgeon

gouts of blood which was not so before. there's no such thing.

it is the bloody business which informs

Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld

nature seems dead

and Wicked dreams abuse curtained sleep

"Witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's off'rings"

and withered murder, alarumed by his senteniel, the wolf

whos howl's his watch

thus with his stealthy pace, with tarquins ravishing strides

"...towards his design, moves like a ghost"

thou sure and firm-set earth, hear not my steps

which they walk, for fear

thy very stones prate of my whereabouts and take the present horror from the time

which now suits with it

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

a bell rings

i go and it is done. the bell invites me

hear it not, duncan

for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven or to hell