Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close;
And let us all to meditation.
Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown!
What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears!
What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!
Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks,
Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon,
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,
All scattered in the bottom of the sea:
Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept,
As 't were in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems.
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
That book in many's eyes doth share the glory
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story.
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords.
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.
Stabbed with a white wench's black eye.
Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace!
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under 't.
Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off;
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
And falls on the other.
'T is the eye of childhood
That fears a painted devil.
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with!
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog.
Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;
Come like shadows, so depart!
O, I could play the woman with mine eyes
And braggart with my tongue.
With an auspicious and a dropping eye,
With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,
In equal scale weighing delight and dole.
In my mind's eye, Horatio.
Foul deeds will rise,
Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
I am thy father's spirit,
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day confin'd to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part
And each particular hair to stand an end,
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's eye, tongue, sword.
Look here, upon this picture, and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
See, what a grace was seated on this brow:
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
A station like the herald Mercury
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill,--
A combination and a form indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal,
To give the world assurance of a man.
How is 't with you,
That you do bend your eye on vacancy?
A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue
As I am glad I have not.
A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.