Macbeth, Macbeth

Cover page\nHalftitle page\nBEYOND CRITICISM\nTitle page\nCopyright page\nCONTENTS\nACKNOWLEDGEMENTS\nPREFACE\nMacbeth, Macbeth\nI\n	light thickens\n	told by an idiot\n	the time is free\n	remember the porter\n	she died every day she lived\n	comfort seemed to come\n	what bloody man is that?\n	unsex me here\nII\n	harbinger\n	present fears are less than horrible imaginings\n	sister\n	the horrid deed\n	ross\n	the poor cat\n	all ill run in, all good keep out\nIII\n	signifying nothing\n	become a man\nIV\n	the crow makes wing . . .\n	if thou canst nod, speak too\n	seyton\n	as if it felt with scotland\n	the yellow leaf\n	. . . to the rooky wood\n	we’ll jump the life to come\n	our downfall birthdome\nV\n	god help thee, poor monkey!\n	the secret man of blood\n	his pendent bed, and procreant cradle\n	in the catalogue ye go for men\n	the sticking place\n	who could refrain?\n	the great doom’s image\n	a breach in nature\nVI\n	some sweet oblivious antidote\n	thou cream-fac’d loon\n	firstlings\n	milk for gall\n	into the sere\n	the casing air\nVII\n	the crack of doom\n	poor birds\n	ripe for shaking\n	slivered in the moon’s eclipse\n	gashes cry\n	our rarer monsters\n	suffer in exposure\n	a heart to love\nAFTERWORD