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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 II IT
Enter Lady Macbeth.
LADY
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold;
What hath quenched them hath given me fire. − Hark! − Peace!
It was the owl that shrieked, 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 drugged their possets
That death and nature do contend about them
Whether they live or die.
MACBETH
[within] Who’s there? What, ho!
LADY
Alack, I am afraid they have awaked,
And ’tis not done. The attempt and not the deed [10]
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.
Enter Macbeth, carrying two bloodstained daggers.
My husband!
MACBETH
