CSCA48H3 Lecture : Exercise
19 Oct 2011
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Enter banquo, and fleance bearing a torch before him. The moon is down; i have not heard the clock. A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet i would not sleep: merciful powers, Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature. Enter macbeth, and a servant with a torch. By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, We would spend it in some words upon that business, If you shall cleave to my consent, when "tis, In seeking to augment it, but still keep. Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, Is this a dagger which i see before me, I have thee not, and yet i see thee still. To feeling as to sight? or art thou but. A dagger of the mind, a false creation, I see thee yet, in form as palpable.
