Sample speech 3
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 marshall'st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the 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 halfworld
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder,
Larum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.
With Tarquin's 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,
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
And here it is unpunctuated for the Punctuation! exercise (just copy and paste into a word processing programme)
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 creationproceeding from the heat-oppressed brain I see thee yet in form as palpable as this which now I draw thou marshall’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 curtain’d sleep witchcraft celebrates pale Hecate’s off’rings and wither’d murder larum’d by his sentinel the wolf whose howl’s his watch thus with his stealthy pace with tarquin’s 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 where-about and take the present horror from the time which now suits with it whiles I threat he lives words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives