120 Glamis hath murder'd sleep; and therefore Cawdor You do unbend your noble strength, to think Mac. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on't again, I dare not. Lady. Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping, and the dead, That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, 130 For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking within. How is't with me, when every noise appals me? Making the green—one red. Re-enter Lady MACBETH. 141 Lady. My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white. I hear a knocking [Knock, At the south entry:-retire we to our chamber: How easy is it then? Your constancy Hath left you unattended.-Hark! more knocking: Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us, [Knock. 151 Mac. To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself. {Knock. Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would, thou could'st! [Exeunt. SCENE III. Enter a Porter. [Knocking within.] Port. Here's a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key. [Knock.] Knock, knock, knock : Who's there, i' the name of Belzebub? Here's a farmer, that hang'd himself on the expectation of plenty : come in time; have napkins enough about you; here you'll sweat for't. [Knock.] Knock, knock: Who's there, i' the other devil's name? 'Faith, here's an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale; who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven: oh, come in, equivocator. [Knock.] Knock, knock, knock: Who's there? 'Faith, here's an English taylor come hither, hither, for stealing out of a French hose: come in, taylor; here you may roast your goose. [Knock.] Knock, knock: Never at quiet! What are you? But this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further: I had thought to have let in some of all professions, that go the primrose-way to the everlasting bonfire. [Knock] Anon, anon; I pray you, remember the porter, 176 Enter MACDUFF, and LENOX. Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to-bed, That you do lie so late?. Port. 'Faith, sir, we were carousing 'till the second cock and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things. Macd. What three things doth drink especially provoke ? Port. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off : it persuades him, and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and not stand to: in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him. Macd. I believe drink gave thee the lie last night. Port. That it did, sir, i'the very throat o'me: but I requited him for his lie; and I think, being |