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 promises; by night, his dreams suggest the wicked means of realising them; he prays devoutly to Heaven, to be delivered from the bad temptations that assail him in his slumbers; A heavy summons lies like lead upon me; And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers! Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature Gives way to in repose! —

and yet, the moment this prayer has passed his lips, on meeting the newly-created Thane of Cawdor, the prophecy of the Witches again takes complete possession of his brain:— I dream'd last night of the three Weird Sisters: To you they have show'd some truth. —