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At one fell swoop?
Mal. Dispute it like a man.
I shall do so;
let grief Convert to anger ; blunt not the heart, enrage it. Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine
eyes, And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle
This tune goes manly.
you may; The night is long that never finds the day.
ACT V. SCENE. Enter Lady MACBETH, with a Taper. Gent. Lo you, here she comes! This is her very
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guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close.
Doct. How came she by that light?
Gent. Why, it stood by her: she has light by her continually; 'tis her command.
Doct. You see her eyes are open.
Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands.
Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands; I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.
Lady M. Yet here's a spot.
Doct. Hark, she speaks: I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.
Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I say!-One; Two; Why, then 'tis time to do't:Hell is murky*!-Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afear'd? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?-Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?
Doct. Do you mark that?
Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; Where is she now?-What, will these hands ne'er be clean?—No more o’that, my lord, no more o’that: you mar all with this starting.
Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you should not.
Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that: Heaven knows what she has known.
Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still:
all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh! oh! oh!
Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged.
Gent. I would not have such a heart in my bosom, for the dignity of the whole body.
Doct. Well, well, well,
Gent. 'Pray God, it be, sir. . Doct. This disease is beyond my practice: Yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep, who have died holily in their beds.
Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so pale:- I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his
grave. Doct. Even so?
Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand; What's done, cannot be undone: To bed, to bed, to bed.
DESPISED OLD AGE.
age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not.
DISEASES OF THE MIND INCURABLE. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,
Cleanse the stuff’d bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart?
REFLECTIONS ON LIFE.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle; Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour
upon And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.--
'Tis the curse of service;
IAGO'S DISPRAISE OF HONESTY.
Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty,
their coats, Do themselves homage: these fellows have some
outward action doth demonstrate
LOVE, OTHELLO's-SOLE MOTIVE FOR MARRYING.
For know, Iago,
upon my sleeve
OTHELLO'S DESCRIPTION TO THE SENATE OF HIS
WINNING THE AFFECTIONS OF DESDEMONA. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approv'd good masters, That I have ta’en away this old man's daughter, It is most true; true, I have married her; The very head and front of my offending * Outward show of civility.