Макбет

           ExitServant

           IsthisadaggerwhichIseebeforeme,

           Thehandletowardmyhand?Come,letmeclutchthee.

           Ihavetheenot,andyetIseetheestill.

           Artthounot,fatalvision,sensible

           Tofeelingastosight?orartthoubut

           Adaggerofthemind,afalsecreation,

           Proceedingfromtheheat-oppressedbrain?

           Iseetheeyet,informaspalpable

           AsthiswhichnowIdraw.

           Thoumarshall’stmethewaythatIwasgoing;

           AndsuchaninstrumentIwastouse.

           Mineeyesaremadethefoolso’theothersenses,

           Orelseworthalltherest;Iseetheestill,

           Andonthybladeanddudgeongoutsofblood,

           Whichwasnotsobefore.There’snosuchthing:

           Itisthebloodybusinesswhichinforms

           Thustomineeyes.Nowo’ertheonehalfworld

           Natureseemsdead,andwickeddreamsabuse

           Thecurtain’dsleep;witchcraftcelebrates

           PaleHecate’sofferings,andwither’dmurder,

           Alarum’dbyhissentinel,thewolf,

           Whosehowl’shiswatch,thuswithhisstealthypace.

           WithTarquin’sravishingstrides,towardshisdesign

           Moveslikeaghost.Thousureandfirm-setearth,