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Most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, the air To prick the sides of my intent, but only Is delicate.
Enter Lady MACBETH.
Dun. See, see! our honour'd hostess : The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble,
[you, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach How you shall bid God yield us for your And thank us for your trouble. [pains, Lady M. All our service [ble, In every point twice done, and then done douWere poor and single business, to contend Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith
Your majesty loads our house: For those of old,
Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor?
To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess, We are your guest to-night.
Lady M. Your servants ever [compt, Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, Still to return your own.
Dun. Give me your hand: Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, And shall continue our graces towards him. By your leave, hostess. [Exeunt.
SCENE VII.-The same.-A Room in the Castle.
Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over the stage, a Sewer,§ and divers Servants with dishes and service. Then enter MACBETH. Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel upon the consequence, and catch,
With his surcease, success; that but this blow
To our own lips. He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued,
The deep damnation of his taking-off:
Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself, And falls on the other.-How now, what news?
Enter Lady MACBETH.
Lady M. He has almost supp'd; Why have you left the chamber?
Mach. Hath he ask'd for me?
Macb. We will proceed no further in this business:
[bought He hath honour'd me of late; and I have Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest Not cast aside so soon. [gloss,
Lady M. Was the hope drunk, [since? Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time, Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour, As thou art in desire? Would'st thou have Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem; Letting I dare not wait upon I would, Like the poor cat i'the adage?
Macb. Pr'ythee, peace:
I dare do all that may become a man ;
Lady M. What beast was it then, That made you break this enterprize to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would [place, Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:
They have made themselves, and that their fit[know
Does unmake you. I have given suck; and
Macb. If we should fail,-
But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep, (Whereto the rather shall his day's hard jour
Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains
For thy undaunted mettle should compose
Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd,¶
Of his own chamber, and us'd their very dagThat they have don't?
Lady M. Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Upon his death?
Macb. I am settled, and bend up
In the same sense as cohere. + Intemperance ↑ Overpower. Murder.
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show: False face must hide what the false heart doth know. [Exeunt.
SCENE 1.-The same.-Court within the Castle. Enter BANQUO and FLEANCE, and a Servant, with a torch before them.
Ban. How goes the night, boy?
Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.
Ban. And she goes down at twelve.
Ban. Hold, take my sword:-There's husbandry in heaven,
Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too. 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!-Give me my sword;Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch. Who's there?
If you would grant the time. Ban. At your kind'st leisure.
Which was not so before.-There's no such thing;
It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes.-Now o'er the one half world
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, [pace, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a ghost.-Thou sure and firm-set earth, [fear Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for Thy very stones prate of my where-about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.-Whiles I threat, he lives;
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. [A bell rings. I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
SCENE II.-The same. Enter Lady Macbeth.
Lady M. That which hath made them drunk, What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire: hath made me bold: -Hark!-Peace!
It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it:
The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with suores: I have drugg'd their possets,
That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live, or die.
Macb. [Within.] Who's there?-what, ho! Lady M. Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd,
[deed, And 'tis not done:-the attempt, and not the
Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent, Confounds us :-Hark!--I laid their daggers
It shall make honour for you.
Ban. So I lose none,
In seeking to augment it, but still keep
My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear,
I shall be counsel'd.
Macb. Good repose, the while!
Ban. Thanks, Sir; The like to you!
Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink
She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going;
[bled He could not miss them.-Had he not resemMy father as he slept, I had done't.—My husband?
As they had seen me, with these hangman's | knock: Who's there, i'the name of Belzebub?
Listening their fear, I could not say, Amen,
I had most need of blessing, and Amen
Lady M. These deeds must not be thought After these ways; so, it will make us mad. Macb. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave+ of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ;
Lady M. What do you mean?
Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more! to all the house:
Glamis hath murder'd sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more! Lady M. Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane,
You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things:-Go, get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place?
They must lie there: Go, carry them; and smear The sleepy grooms with blood.
Macb. I'll go no more:
I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on't again, I dare not.
Lady M. Infirm of purpose!
Give me the daggers: The sleeping, and the
[Exit. Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine eyes!
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will The multitudinous seas incarnardine, [rather Making the green-one red.
Re-enter Ludy MACBETH.
Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but
To wear a heart so white. [Knock. I hear a
Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us,
Mach. To know my deed,-'twere best not know myself.
Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, would thou could'st!
Here's a farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty: Come in time; have napkins enough about you; here you'll sweat for't. [Knocking.] Knock, knock: Who's there, 'the 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: 0, come in, equivocator. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock: Who's there? 'Faith here's an English tailor come hither for stealing out of a French hose: Come in, tailor; here you may roast your goose. [Knocking.] 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. [Knocking.] Anon, anon; I pray you, remember the porter. [Opens the gate.
Enter MACDUFF and LENOX. Mucd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to That you do lie so late? [bed, Port. 'Faith, Sir, we were carousing till the second cock:t and drink, Sir, is a great provoker of three things.
Macd. What three things does 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 fie, 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 too strong for him, though he took up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him.
Macd. Is thy master stirring ?-
Len. Good-morrow, noble Sir!
Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane?
Macd. He did command me to call timely on I have almost slipp'd the hour. Macb. I'll bring you to him.
Macd. I know, this is a joyful trouble to you; But yet, 'tis one.
Macb. The labour we delight in, physics This is the door.
Macb. He does-He did appoint it so.
New hatch'd to the woful time. The obscure bird
[earth Clamour'd the livelong night: some say, the Was feverous, and did shake.
Macb. "Twas a rough night.
Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury, That I did kill them.
Macd. Wherefore did you so? Macb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temperate and furious,
Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man: A fellow to it. The expedition of my violent love [can Out-ran the pauser reason.-Here lay DunHis silver skin lac'd with his golden blood;
Macd. O horror! horror! horror! Tongue, And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in
Cannot conceive, nor name thee!*
Macb. Len. What's the matter?
Macd. Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
Mucb. What is't you say? the life?
Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
With a new Gorgon :-Do not bid me speak; See, and then speak yourselves.-Awake! awake!
[Exeunt MACBETH and LENOX. Ring the alarum-bell:-Murder! and treason! Banquo, and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake! Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, And look on death itself!-up, up, and see The great doom's image?-Malcolm! Banquo! [sprights, As from your graves rise up, and walk like To countenance this horror! [Bell rings.
Enter Lady MACBETH.
Lady M. What's the business, That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley The sleepers of the house? speak, speak,Mucd. O, gentle lady,
"Tis not for you to hear what I can speak : The repetition, in a woman's ear, [quo! Would murder as it fell.-O Banquo! Ban
Our royal master's murder'd!
What, in our house?
Bun. Too cruel, any where.
Dear Duff, I pr'ythee, contradict thyself,
Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX.
Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance,
I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant,
Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN.
Macb. You are, and do not know it: The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd. Macd. Your royal father's murder'd. Mal. O, by whom?
Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done't:
[blood, Their hands and faces were all badg'd with So were their daggers, which, unwip'd, we Upon their pillows: [found They star'd, and were distracted; no man's life Was to be trusted with them.
The use of two negatives, not to make an affirmative, but to deny more strongly, is common in our author.
nature, [derers, For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murSteep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers [refrain, Unmannerly breech'd with gore: Who could That had a heart to love, and in that heart Courage, to make his love known? Lady M. Help me hence, ho! Macd. Look to the lady.
Mal. Why do we hold our tongues, That most may claim this argument for ours? Don. What should be spoken here,
Where our fate, hid within an augre-hole, May rush, and seize us? Let's away; our tears Are not yet brew'd.
Mal. Nor our strong sorrow on The foot of motion.
Ban. Look to the lady :
[Lady MACBETH is carried out. And when we have our naked frailties hid, That suffer in exposure, let us meet, And question this most bloody piece of work, To know it further. Fears and scruples shake [thence In the great hand of God I stand; and, Against the undivulg'd pretence; I fight Of treasonous malice.
Macb. And so do I.
All. So all.
Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness, And meet i'the hall together.
All. Well contented.
[Exeunt all but MAL. and DON. Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort with them:
To show an unfelt sorrow, is an office [land.
Mal. This murderous shaft that's shot, Hath not yet lighted; and our safest way 1s, to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse; And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, But shift away: There's warrant in that theft Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.-Without the Castle.
That darkness does the face of earth entomb,
Old M. "Tis said, they eat each other.
That look'd upon't. Here comes the good
How goes the world, Sir, now?
Macd. Why, see you not?
Rosse. Is't known who did this more than
Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain.
What good could they pretend ?*
Macd. They were suborn'd:
Malcolm, and Donalbain, the king's two sons, Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them
Suspicion of the deed.
Rosse. 'Gainst nature still : Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own life's means!-Then 'tis most like, The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth."
Macd. He is already nam'd; and gone to Scone,
To be invested.
Rosse. Where is Duncan's body?
Macd. Carried to Colmes-kill;
The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,
Rosse. Will you to Scone?
Macd. Well, may you see things well done there; adieu!
Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!
Old M. God's benison go with you: and with those
That would make good of bad, and friends of foes! [Exeunt.
SCENE I.-Fores.-A Room in the Palace. Enter BANQUO.
Bun. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
As the weird women promis'd; and, I fear,
Macb. Here's our chief guest.
* Intend to themselves
It had been as a gap in our great feast, And all things unbecoming.
Mach. To night we hold a solemn supper, Sir, And I'll request your presence.
Ban. Let your highness
Command upon me; to the which, my duties
Macb. Ride you this afternoon?
Macb. We should have else desir'd your good advice
[rous,) (Which still hath been both grave and prospeIn this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow. Is't far you ride?
Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time "Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better,
I must become a borrower of the night,
Macb. Fail not our feast.
Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd
In England, and in Ireland; not confessing Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers With strange invention: But of that to-morrow; When, therewithal, we shall have cause of state,
Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: Adieu, Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you?
Ban. Ay, my good lord: our time does call
Macb. I wish your horses swift, and sure of foot;
And so I do commend you to their backs.
[Exeunt Lady MACBETH, Lords, Ladies, &c. Sirrah, a word: Attend those men our plea
Atten. They are, my lord, without the palace gate.
Macb. Bring them before us.-[Exit ATTEN.] To be thus, is nothing;
But to be safely thus:-Our fears in Banquo
And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,
When first they put the name of King upon me, And bade them speak to him; then, prophetlike,
They hail'd him father to a line of kings:
Put rancours in the vessel of my peace