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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616) (continued)
    Memory, the warder of the brain.
          Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.
    There ’s husbandry in heaven;
Their candles are all out.
          Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.
    Shut up
In measureless content.
          Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.
    Is this a dagger which 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?
          Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.
    Thou marshall’st me the way that I was going.
          Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.
    Now o’er the one half-world
Nature seems dead.
          Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.
    Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout.
          Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.
    The bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
          Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.
    It was the owl that shriek’d, the fatal bellman,
Which gives the stern’st good-night.
          Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2. 1
    The attempt and not the deed
Confounds us.
          Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2. 2
    I had most need of blessing, and “Amen”
Stuck in my throat.
          Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2. 3
    Methought I heard a voice cry, “Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep!” the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravell’d sleave of care,
Note 1.
Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce, Staunton, and White. [back]
Note 2.
Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce, Staunton, and White. [back]
Note 3.
Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce, Staunton, and White. [back]