A little water will wash away all the evidence of what we’ve done. I laid their daggers ready; He could not miss 'em. Find related themes, quotes, symbols, characters, and more. Confounds us. To feed or supply to excess, satiety, or disgust. The liquor that put them to sleep has filled me with fire. Your determination has deserted you. Oh no, I’m afraid the servants woke up, and the job is not done. You weakling! What does Lady Macbeth plan to do with the dagger? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think. 7. mock their charge, turn their care of the king's person into a mockery. I hear knocking at the south gate. Teachers and parents! Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more! LADY MACBETH. I laid their daggers ready; He could not miss 'em. They must remain there. I stood and listened, but they just said their prayers and fell back asleep. |���d� H�[!M����[�H��LY9�B ����h�uT���E�����YȬ���z�"���:�X �~0x�ܚ&��� ��l�b��� ɷ��$�Mc���+��@�jq@��2T�=a! Go carry them and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. I would thou couldst. abhishekrana502. Detailed explanations, analysis, and citation info for every important quote on LitCharts. Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care. I thought I heard a voice cry, “Sleep no more! I drugged their drinks to make them sleep so soundly that they seem dead. Go return them and smear the sleeping servants with the blood. More knocking. Listen! Why did you bring these daggers from the room? Confounds us. Your determination has deserted you. Peace! 2. Dead and sleeping people are as harmless as pictures: it’s childish to fear a scary painting. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures. What hath quenched them hath given me fire. I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. And wash this filthy witness from your hand. LitCharts uses cookies to personalize our services. Put on your sleeping robe, so that when we have to appear it won't seem as if we’ve been awake and watching this whole time. Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us And show us to be watchers. No, my hands would instead stain the seas crimson, turning the green water entirely red. The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd their possets, That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live or die. Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' Why did you bring these daggers from the place? It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal. Instant downloads of all 1372 LitChart PDFs. By using our site, you acknowledge that you have read and understand our. Retire we to our chamber. There’s one did laugh in ’s sleep, and one cried. Who are the “surfeited grooms”?