Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. Mac. We will speak further. NALBAIN, BANQUO, LENOX, MACDUFF, ROSSE ANGUS, and Attendants. King. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself *Unto our gentle senses. Ban. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting "martlet, does approve, 40 Buttress, nor coigne of vantage*, but this bird Hath made his pendant bed, and procreant cradle: Where they *most breed and haunt, I have observ'd The air is delicate. Enter Lady MACBETH. King. See, see! our honour'd hostess! 410 The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you, *How you shall bid God yield us for your pains, And thank us for your trouble. Lady. All our service In every point twice done, and then done double, King. Where's the thane of Cawdor? We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose 420 And his great love, sharp as his spur*, hath holp him Lady. *Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, 430 Still to return your own, King. Give me your hand; Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, [Exeunt. SCENE VII. Hautboys and Torches. Enter a Sewer*, and divers Servants with Dishes and Service over the Stage. Then enter MACBETH. Mac. *If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: *if "the assassination "Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, *With his surcease, success;" that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, 440 But here, upon this bank and *shoal of time,— And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, *or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sighthless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, *That tears shall drown the wind.-I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself, 45 And falls on the other*.-How now! what news? Enter Lady*. Lady. He has almost supp'd; why have you lef the chamber? Mat Mac. Hath he ask'd for me? Lady. Know you not, he has ? Mac. We will proceed no further in this business : He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, 470. Not cast aside so soon. Lady. Was the hope drunk, Wherein you drest yourself? hath it slept since ? I dare do all that may become a man; Lady. What beas. was it then, 480 That made you break this enterprize to me? I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, Mac. If we should fail, Lady. We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking place*, Mac. Bring forth men-children only! 500 510 For thy undaunted mettle should compose Lady. Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Mac. I am settled, and bend up* 520 Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, |