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Samuel Johnson [1765], The plays of William Shakespeare, in eight volumes, with the corrections and illustrations of Various Commentators; To which are added notes by Sam. Johnson (Printed for J. and R. Tonson [and] C. Corbet [etc.], London) [word count] [S11001].
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SCENE II.

Macb.
Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. [Exit Serv.
Is this a dagger which I see before me,

-- 404 --


The handle tow'rd 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-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.—
Thou marshal'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;
1 note
And on thy blade and dudgeon, 2 notegouts of blood,
Which was not so before.—There's no such thing.—
It is the bloody business, which informs
Thus to mine eyes.—3 note






Now o'er one half the world

-- 405 --


Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; now witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecat's offerings: and 4 note







wither'd Murther,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
5 note






With Tarquin's ravishing strides, tow'rds his design
Moves like a ghost.—Thou sound and firm-set earth6Q0217,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my where-about;

-- 406 --


6 note








And take the present horrour from the time,
Which now suits with it.—Whilst I threat, he lives— [A bell rings.

-- 407 --


Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
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. [Exit.
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Samuel Johnson [1765], The plays of William Shakespeare, in eight volumes, with the corrections and illustrations of Various Commentators; To which are added notes by Sam. Johnson (Printed for J. and R. Tonson [and] C. Corbet [etc.], London) [word count] [S11001].
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