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 halfworld Nature seems dead,and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep;witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings,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] Scene 2 [The same.] [Enter LADY MACBETH LADY MACBETH That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quench'd them hath given me fire. Hark!Peace! It was the owl that shriek'd,the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night.He is about it: The doors are open;and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores:I have drugg'd their possets. That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live or die MACBETH [Within] Who's there?what,ho! LADY MACBETH Alack,I am afraid they have awaked, And 'tis not done.The attempt and not the deed Confounds us.Hark!I laid their daggers ready; He could not miss'em.Had he not resembled My father as he slept,I had done't.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 halfworld Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, 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] Scene 2 [The same.] [Enter LADY MACBETH] LADY MACBETH That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quench'd them hath given me fire. Hark! Peace! It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it: The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd their possets, That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live or die. MACBETH [Within] Who's there? what, ho! LADY MACBETH Alack, I am afraid they have awaked, And 'tis not done. The attempt and not the deed Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready; He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had done't