Enter LADY MACBETH.
1 That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold;
2 What hath quench'd them hath given me fire. Hark! Peace!
3 It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,
Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it:
5 The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms
Do mock their charge with snores. I have drugg'd their possets,
7 That death and nature do contend about them,
Whether they live or die.
MACBETH [Within.]
Who's there? what, ho!
9 Alack, I am afraid they have awaked,
And 'tis not done. The attempt and not the deed
Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready;
12 He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled
My father as he slept, I had done't.
Enter MACBETH.
My husband!
15 I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.
Did not you speak?