Unknown Story
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- How goes the night boy?
- The moon is down I have not heard the clock.
- GIVE ME MY SWORD. WHO'S THERE?!?
- A friend.
- What sir, not yet at rest? The kings a bed..... I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters. To you they have shown some truth.
- 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 cleave to my consent when 'tis it should make honor for you.
- 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, sensibleTo feeling as to sight? or art thou butA dagger of the mind, a false creation,Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?I see thee yet, in form as palpableAs 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 informsThus to mine eyes.
- RING RING RING
- That summons thee to heaven or to hell.Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knellI go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
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