Whiles night’s black agents to their preys do rouse.
Thou marvel’st at my words: but hold thee still.
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
So, prithee, go with me.
MACBETH
It’s better you don’t know about it until after
it’s done, when you can applaud it. (to the night) Come, night, and blindfold the
kindhearted day. Use your bloody and invisible hand to tear up
Banquo’s lease on life, which keeps me in fear. (to himself) The sky’s getting
dark, and the crow is returning home to the woods. The gentle
creatures of the day are falling asleep, while night’s
predators are waking up to look for their prey. (to LADY MACBETH) You seem surprised at my words, but don’t
question me yet. Bad deeds force you to commit more bad deeds. So
please, come with me.