Alexander Pope [1747], The works of Shakespear in eight volumes. The Genuine Text (collated with all the former Editions, and then corrected and emended) is here settled: Being restored from the Blunders of the first Editors, and the Interpolations of the two Last: with A Comment and Notes, Critical and Explanatory. By Mr. Pope and Mr. Warburton (Printed for J. and P. Knapton, [and] S. Birt [etc.], London) [word count] [S11301].
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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.
&plquo;Is this a dagger which I see before me,
&plquo;The handle tow'rd my hand? come, let me clutch thee.
&plquo;I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
&plquo;Art thou not, fatal Vision, sensible
&plquo;To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
&plquo;A dagger of the mind, a false creation
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&plquo;Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
&plquo;I see thee yet, in form as palpable
&plquo;As this which now I draw.—
&plquo;Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going;
&plquo;And such an instrument I was to use.
&plquo;Mine eyes are made the fools o'th' other senses,
&plquo;Or else worth all the rest—I see thee still;
&plquo;2 note
And on the blade of th' dudgeon, 3 notegouts of blood,
&plquo;Which was not so before.—There's no such thing.—
&plquo;It is the bloody business, which informs
&plquo;Thus to mine eyes.—Now o'er one half the world
&plquo;Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
&plquo;The curtain'd sleep; now witchcraft celebrates
&plquo;Pale Hecate's offerings: and wither'd Murther,
&plquo;(Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
&plquo;Whose howl's his watch) thus with his stealthy pace,
&plquo;4 note
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, tow'rds his design
&plquo;Moves like a ghost.—Thou sound and firm-set earth,
&plquo;Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
&plquo;Thy very stones 5 note
prate of my where-about;
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&plquo;6 note
And take the present horrour from the time,
&plquo;Which now suits with it.—Whilst I threat, he lives—&prquo;
[A Bell rings.
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.
Alexander Pope [1747], The works of Shakespear in eight volumes. The Genuine Text (collated with all the former Editions, and then corrected and emended) is here settled: Being restored from the Blunders of the first Editors, and the Interpolations of the two Last: with A Comment and Notes, Critical and Explanatory. By Mr. Pope and Mr. Warburton (Printed for J. and P. Knapton, [and] S. Birt [etc.], London) [word count] [S11301].
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