Enter 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.
5The 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.
there? What, ho!
Alack, I am afraid they have awaked,
10And ’tis not done. Th' attempt and not the deed
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, with bloody daggers
I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?
15I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.
Did not you speak?