Paraphrase

Go tell my wife when my drink is ready

She'll sound the bell. Go to bed (talking to the servant)

Is this dagger that I see in front of me,

Taunting me to grab it? Come, please help me to grab it guilt-free.

I don't have it yet, but I can still see it.

Is this fatal vision as sensible

To feeling as to sight? Or is it just a figment of my imagination"

Coming from my overactive, confused, feverish head"

I still see it as touchable, though,

As I pick it up.

It beckons me in the way that I was going,

And taunts me to use it.

My eyes have made my other senses seem foolish,

Or very keen, I can still see you.

And I see blood drops on your blade and handle (talking to...