Porter Therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery. It makes him, and it mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and not stand to — in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep and, giving him the lie, leaves him. Read more about Act 2, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: “equivocates him in a sleep”
Porter Knock, knock, knock. Who's there? Faith, here's an English tailor come hither, for stealing out of a French hose. Come in, tailor, here you may roast your goose. Read more about Act 2, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "English tailor"
Macbeth Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appalls me? What hands are here? Ha, they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red. Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "they pluck out mine eyes"
Lady Macbeth Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "gild" and "guilt"
Lady Macbeth Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brain-sickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "unbend"
[Macbeth castle, near the bedrooms. Enter Lady Macbeth] Lady Macbeth 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. Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "the owl that shrieked"
[Macbeth castle, near the bedrooms. Enter Lady Macbeth] Lady Macbeth That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire. Hark, peace. Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "quenched"
Macbeth 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] Read more about Act 2, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "knell"
Macbeth Thus to mine eyes. Now, o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtained sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings; and withered murder — Alarmed by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch — thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Read more about Act 2, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: Tarquin
Macbeth Thus to mine eyes. Now, o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtained sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings; and withered murder — Alarmed by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch — thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Read more about Act 2, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: Hecate
