| Banquo | And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers,Restrain in me the cursèd thoughts that natureGives way to in repose. |
| Macduff | Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! Awake!Shake off this downy sleep, death’s counterfeit,And look on death itself! Up, up, and seeThe great doom’s image! |
| Macbeth | And his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature For ruin’s wasteful entrance; there, the murderers, Steeped in the colors of their trade, their daggers Unmannerly breeched with gore. |
| Macbeth | That most may claim this argument for ours? What should be spoken here, where our fate, |
| Donalbain | Shall keep us both the safer. Where we are,There’s daggers in men’s smiles. The near in blood,The nearer bloody. |
| Malcolm | This murderous shaft that’s shotHath not yet lighted, and our safest wayIs to avoid the aim. |
Macbeth act 2 characters
September 11, 2019