Macbeth, with the murder on his mind, has a vision.
"Is this a dagger I can see... see but cannot touch?
The hilt is turned toward my hand, but still... I cannot clutch.
It is a dagger... of the mind to lead me to his room
Although unreal, it's like the one I draw to seal his doom."
He draws his dagger.
"I must move soft, that no one hears my footsteps on the stone
In silence then I make my way, my presence never known..."
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