:39:00
And on thy blade and dudgeon,
gouts of blood...
:39:04
...which was not so before.
:39:09
There's no such thing.
:39:12
It is the bloody business
which informs thus to mine eyes.
:39:20
Now o'er the one half-world
nature seems dead...
:39:28
... and withered murder,
alarmed by his sentinel, the wolf...
:39:33
... whose howl's his watch.
:39:36
Thus with his stealthy pace,
with Tarquin's ravishing strides...
:39:41
... towards his design
moves like a ghost.
:39:49
Thou sure and firm-set earth...
:39:52
... hear not my steps,
which way they walk...
:39:56
... for fear the very stones prate
of my whereabouts.
:40:06
Hear it not, Duncan...
:40:09
... for it is a knell
that summons thee to heaven...
:40:13
... or to hell.