DAGGER SPEECH -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-oppress├Ęd brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable as this which I now 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 of the other senses, or else worth all the rest.
I see thee still, and on thy blade and dungeon 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 over the one half-world nature seems dead, and wicked dream abuse the curtained sleep.
Witchcraft celebrates pale Hecate’s off’rings,
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.
rhyming lives, gives
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