L. Macb. Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
I am in blood
Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.
My little spirit, see,
Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 5.
Double, double toil and trouble;