Is this a dagger which I see before me,
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 though
But a dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As that which now I draw.
Though marshall'st me the way I was going,
And such an instrument I was to use.
That was all from memory by the way. It was for an English assignment, and is due tomorrow, and so I was panicking because I haven't looked at it in the past week and a half in which we were supposed to be learning our 10 line section, but I pulled it together in the past like 15 minutes. Yay for me! Fun monologue, I like it a lot.
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And then he killed Duncan to appease his power-hungry wife. Maybe someday I'll marry a man who's as easy to wrap around my will.
ReplyDelete...Hey, wanna get married?
I jest, I jest.
OH MY GOD! YES I- Wait... DAMNIT! YOU TRICKED ME!
ReplyDeleteIt's been a week, love. Don't you have drafts you've started? Or something that would prevent the huge downfall I feel whenever I come here and there's no new updated awesomeness.
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