No Fear Shakespeare: Macbeth: Act 2 Scene 1

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Enter BANQUO , and FLEANCE , with a torch before him	QNOBUA tnesre twhi ENLFACE , how islthg the way twih a rtoch.
BANQUO How goes the night, boy?	AONUBQ swHo hte nhigt niogg, oyb?
FLEANCE The moon is down. I have not heard the clock.	EALFNCE hTe noom sah tse. heT klocc tashn csrtuk ety.
BANQUO And she goes down at twelve.	UQBONA eTh oonm ests at evtelw, itrhg?
FLEANCE I take t tis later, sir.	NFLEACE I htink sti raetl anht tath, irs.
BANQUO Hold, take my sword. Theres husbandry in heaven; 5 Their candles are all out. Take thee that too. A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers, Restrain in me the cursd thoughts that nature Gives way to in repose.	UBONAQ eerH, aekt my owrsd. hTe hsvenea ear ibnge tyigsn wiht rieth hltig. ekaT sith, oto. Im erdit nad gienfle heavy, tub I cnat eepls. Mrecufli wosper, pkee awya eht nmaithserg ttha eupgal me whne I stre!
Enter MACBETH and a SERVANT with a torch	HEACMBT rtesen itwh a EVARNST , owh rraeics a ohtrc.
Give me my sword. Whos there?	viGe me my wsdro. hWso rthee?
MACBETH 10 A friend.	CBEAMHT A dniref.
BANQUO What, sir, not yet at rest? The kings a-bed. He hath been in unusual pleasure, and Sent forth great largess to your offices. This diamond he greets your wife withal, 15 By the name of most kind hostess, and shut up In measureless content.	BNUQOA eYour ont pseale eyt, rsi? Teh ignks in deb. esH ebne in an ayuuuslnl gdoo oodm nad ahs gtnrdae many istgf to yuro lheoushod nda trsenasv. Tsih imaondd is a pnsteer morf him to uyro eifw rof hre dleobusns ithiatpsyol. (he ahdns ECTBMAH a noadmdi)
MACBETH Being unprepared, Our will became the servant to defect, Which else should free have wrought.	HMAETCB seuBeca we were adreupnerp rfo the skign itsiv, we retnwe aebl to eatrnenti imh as lwel as we woldu eahv awntde to.
BANQUO Alls well. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: 20 To you they have showed some truth.	ANQBOU yerEthnivsg OK. I adh a merda last gnthi abuto eth heetr swihetc. At sltae rtpa of wath ehyt idsa buato oyu swa treu.
MACBETH I think not of them. Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, We would spend it in some words upon that business, If you would grant the time.	EBMHACT I tnod kthin utaob tehm own. Btu when we haev an huor to ersap we can ktla mero ubaot it, if euyro niiwlgl.
BANQUO At your kindst leisure.	BUNQOA eWeerhnv uyo leki.
MACBETH If you shall cleave to my consent, when tis, 25 It shall make honor for you.	CBEMATH If oyu iksct iwht me, nweh het ietm ocems, herte llwi be mtniosgeh in it rof oyu.
BANQUO So I lose none In seeking to augment it, but still keep My bosom franchised and allegiance clear, I shall be counselled.	BOANUQ llI do ehaetvrw oyu say, as lngo as I nac do it hitw a rcela socnicecne.
MACBETH Good repose the while!	HBCMTAE Rtse syea in het tnaememi.
BANQUO 30 Thanks, sir: the like to you!	QOBUNA ankhT you, sri. uoY do hte aems.
Exeunt BANQUO and FLEANCE	QUABON adn CANLEEF xtei.
MACBETH (to the SERVANT) Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.	CTBEHMA (to het SERVANT) Go adn ltel ouyr mstsiers to sietrk the elbl ehnw my kridn is dayer. teG lfyuoers to dbe.
Exit SERVANT	ehT ASEVTNR xseti.
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. 35 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-oppressd brain? 40 I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshallst me the way that I was going, And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o th other senses, 45 Or else worth all the rest. I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. Theres no such thing. It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes. Now oer the one half-world 50 Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtained sleep. Witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecates offerings, and withered murder, Alarumed by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howls his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, 55 With Tarquins ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, 60 Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives. Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.	Is hsit a agderg I ees in ntrfo of me, htwi tis eldhna niitgpon orwatd my hnad? (to eth graegd) eCmo, etl me olhd ouy. (he asrbg at teh rai in orntf of mih iouhwtt gutncioh ytnginha) I tdno vahe uyo tub I anc siltl ese yuo. eaftuFl tpaipoarin, snit it slbposei to tuhco ouy as llwe as ees oyu? Or rea uyo tghonni moer anht a ragedg ecedatr by het dnim, a ncanaluihtlio ormf my fdevree arnib? I can lltis ese yuo, adn you olok as elar as ihts roeht agredg taht Im plulgni uto onw. (he rswda a ggdrae) uYoer ngailde me tawdor teh lepac I saw gigon layraed, nad I was nannpilg to use a wpaneo tujs lkie uoy. My eiyhetgs muts tieehr be eth eno eness sahtt ton inwgkor, or eesl its hte yonl eon hstat owgkirn grith. I can ltils ese you, dna I see obdol osclephst on royu labed dan ndhlea ttah ewtern hrete ebroef. (to sliemhf) erThse no rdageg eehr. tsI eht rdeumr Im tobau to do tstah nagmki me ikhnt I see eno. woN lahf eht dlrwo is lesepa dna giben dciveede by evli hntmgireas. sihectW are rfogiefn acesirisfc to teihr dodsegs eetcHa. Odl nam eurmrd, hangvi eebn odsrue by hte lshow of shi flwo, aslwk ntselyli to ihs totdnsniaei, moinvg ekli ruinaqT qTniaru was a nRoma cipner who aeesdnk tnio a Rnoma wfeis eoodmbr in teh diedlm of eht tighn and rpeda her. Tarquin, as ituqe as a toghs. (gnpakeis to the ordgun) Hdar ogrund, otdn entils to the dtrcoeiin of my etssp. I tdno tanw you to hcoe kcba weerh I am and kbrea the rlterieb slisstnel of itsh mntoem, a leiscen htta is so tppairpeora fro htwa Im buato to do. iWlhe I ayst here ltigakn, nnDauc silev. heT oerm I takl, the oemr my aurcoeg loocs.
A bell rings	A lebl isnrg.
I go, and it is done. The bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell.	Im ggoin onw. ehT merudr is as oogd as onde. The ellb is ltnlige me to do it. nDot sitnle to het lbel, nunaDc, bcasuee it susmomn uoy ieterh to neaehv or to hlle.
Exit	BEACTMH estxi.