"hecate's offrings and wither'd murther." what's "murther"? murder. oh. oh. ok. will you read it for me? hawke: there's always a certain magic that happens when you start to say the lines out loud that you can't anticipate. it feels like a spell. "is this a dagger "that 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..." "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." see, what i find amazing is whenever i first start reading these, it does seem... it seems so hard to reach. you know, when you first start studying him i don't know what marshall'st means or i don't know what murther means and it cuts me off from it. but then, listening to you do it it's so obvious when you know what you're playing-- yes. but also i have played it. i know you have