donalbain. this is a sorry sight. a foolish thought to say sorry sight. there's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried, "murder!" that they did wake each other. i stood and heard them, but they did say their prayers, and address'd them again to sleep. there are two lodged together. one cried "god bless us!" and "amen" the other. as they had seen me with these hangman's hands. listening their fear, i could not say amen when they did say god bless us. consider it not so deeply. but wherefore could not i pronounce amen? i had most need of blessing and amen stuck in my throat. these deeds must not be thought after these ways so it will make us mad. me thought i heard a voice cry, sleep no more to all the house. macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep, sleep that knits up the raveled sleeve of care, the death of each day's life. sore labors bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's feast. what do you mean? still it cried sleep no more to all the house. glamis hath murdered sleep. and therefore cawdor shall sleep n

banquo, donalbain, malcolm awake. shake off this downy sleep death's counterfeit and look on death itself. up, up and see the great doom's image. malcolm, banquo. what's the business that such a hideous trumpet calls to parley the sleepers of the house? speak, speak. o gentle lady, 'tis not for you to hear what i can speak. o banquo, banquo our royal master is murdered. woe, alas. what, in our house? too cruel anywhere. what is amiss? you are and do not know't. your royal father's murdered. o, by whom? those of his chamber as it seemed had done it. their hands and faces were all badged with blood. o, yet i do repent me of my fury that i did kill them. wherefore did you so? who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, loyal and neutral, no man. here lay duncan. his silver skin laced with his golden blood. 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. who could refrain? help me he