Chapter 19
Act ii. Sc. 1.
Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear The very stones prate of my whereabout.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
For it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to h.e.l.l!
Act ii. Sc. 2.
The attempt, and not the deed, Confound us.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Infirm of purpose!
Act ii. Sc. 3.
The labor we delight in, physics pain.
Act ii. Sc. 3.
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Act ii. Sc. 4.
A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawked at, and killed.
Act iii. Sc, 1.
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren scepter in my gripe, Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding.
Act iii. Sc. 1.
_Mur_. We are men, my liege.
_Mac_. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
We have scotched the snake, not killed it.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
Duncan is in his grave!
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.
Act iii. Sc. 4.
But now, I am cabined, cribbed, confined bound in To saucy doubts and fears.
Act iii. Sc. 4.
Now good digestion wait on appet.i.te, And health on both!
Act iii. Sc. 4.
Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake Thy gory locks at me.
Act iii. Sc. 4.
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with!
Act iii. Sc. 4.
What man dare, I dare.
Act iii. Sc. 4.
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble.
Act iii. Sc. 4.
Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once.
Act iii. Sc. 4.
Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder?