|Macbeth Monologue by William Shakespeare|
- 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.
- 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-oppressèd 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 worth all the rest. I see thee still,
- And on thy blade and 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 half-world
- Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
- The curtained sleep. 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. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
- Hear not my steps which way they walk, for fear
- Thy very stones prate of my whereabout
- 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.