Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch
thee.
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-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshal'st 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
Or else worth all the rest. I see thee still,
And, on thy blade and dudgeon, gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing.
It is the bloody business which informs
Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one-half world
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtained sleep.
Daisyhill
She is halucinating a dagger...there is no dagger really. So she says "Let me clutch thee" and grabs for the knife but it is like a ghost and she cannot grasp it..."I have thee not and yet I see thee still" She cannot hold it but sees it there. "Are you not a dagger which can be touched as well as seen? Are you a dagger of my imagination? A pretend dagger? Conjured up from a sick mind? Sorry...but it'll take me ages if I go on...lol
Orignal From: Macbeth can someone help me please?
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