Excerpt 1: Read the excerpt from act 2, scene 1 of The Tragedy of Macbeth. Macbeth, who is about to murder Duncan, imagines that he sees a dagger floating in front of him.[Macbeth.] 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, sensibleTo feeling as to sight? or art thou butA dagger of the mind, a false creation,Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?I see thee yet, in form as palpableAs this which now I draw. [Pulls out his dagger.]Thou marshall’st me the way that I was going;And such an instrument I was to use.Excerpt 2: Read the excerpt from act 3, scene 4 of The Tragedy of Macbeth. Macbeth has seen the ghost of Banquo sitting at the banquet table. Lady Macbeth is trying to get Macbeth to come to his senses.Lady Macbeth. O proper stuff!This is the very painting of your fear;This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,Led you to Duncan. O! these flaws and starts—Impostors to true fear—would well becomeA woman’s story at a winter’s fire,Authoriz’d by her grandam. Shame itself!Why do you make such faces? When all’s doneYou look but on a stool.