Is this a dagger which I see before me, The 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 thou but A dagger of the mind, a fal
Disconnect from reality Wrestling with his own ambition and conscience Could display his guilt and despair Reveals his distrust of the witches/hallucinations,