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MACBETH . I am settled , and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat . Away , and mock the time with fairest show : False face must hide what the false heart doth know . [ Exeunt . ] ACT II SCENE I . Inverness . Court within the Castle . Enter Banquo and Fleance with a torch before him . BANQUO . How goes the night , boy ? FLEANCE . The moon is down ; I have not heard the clock . BANQUO . And she goes down at twelve . FLEANCE . I take’t , ’ tis later , sir . BANQUO . Hold , take my sword . — There’s husbandry in heaven ; Their candles are all out . Take thee that too . A heavy summons lies like lead upon me , And yet I would not sleep . Merciful powers , Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature Gives way to in repose ! Enter Macbeth and a Servant with a torch . Give me my sword . — Who’s there ? MACBETH . A friend . BANQUO . What , sir , not yet at rest ? The King’s abed : He hath been in unusual pleasure and Sent forth great largess to your offices . This diamond he greets your wife withal , By the name of most kind hostess , and shut up In measureless content . MACBETH . Being unprepar’d , Our will became the servant to defect , Which else should free have wrought . BANQUO . All’s well . I dreamt last night of the three Weird Sisters : To you they have show’d some truth . MACBETH . I think not of them : Yet , when we can entreat an hour to serve , We would spend it in some words upon that business , If you would grant the time . BANQUO . At your kind’st leisure . MACBETH . If you shall cleave to my consent , when ’ tis , It shall make honour for you . BANQUO . So I lose none In seeking to augment it , but still keep My bosom franchis’d , and allegiance clear , I shall be counsell’d . MACBETH . Good repose the while ! BANQUO . Thanks , sir : the like to you . [ Exeunt Banquo and Fleance . ] MACBETH . Go bid thy mistress , when my drink is ready , She strike upon the bell . Get thee to bed . [ Exit Servant . ] 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 - oppressed brain ? I see thee yet , in form as palpable As this which now I 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 o ’ the other senses , Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade and dudgeon , 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 o’er the one half - world Nature seems dead , and wicked dreams abuse The curtain’d sleep . Witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate’s off’rings ; and wither’d murder , Alarum’d 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 . [ Exit . ]
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