That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'ldst have, great Glamis, That which cries 'Thus thou must do, if thou have it'; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; Enter a Messenger. Messenger. The king comes here to-night. Lady Macbeth. 22 What is your tidings? Thou'rt mad to say it: 30 Is not thy master with him? who, were't so, Would have inform'd for preparation. Messenger. So please you, it is true: our thane is coming : One of my fellows had the speed of him, Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more Than would make up his message. Lady Macbeth. He brings great news. Give him tending; [Exit Messenger. The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, 40 That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Enter MACBETH. Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Your face, my thane, is as a book where men 50 60 Only look up clear ; To alter favour ever is to fear: 70 Leave all the rest to me. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. Before Macbeth's castle. Hautboys and torches. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENNOX, MACDUFF, Ross, ANGUS, and Attend ants. Duncan. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. Banquo. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle: Enter LADY MACBETH. Duncan. See, see, our honour'd hostess ! ΙΟ The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, Lady Macbeth. We rest your hermits. Duncan. Where's the thane of Cawdor? We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him Lady Macbeth. Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, Still to return your own. Duncan. Give me your hand; Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly, 21 30 [Exeunt. SCENE VII. Macbeth's castle. Hautboys and torches. Enter a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and service, and pass over the stage. Then enter MACBETH. Macbeth. If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself ΙΟ 20 Enter LADY MACBETH. How now! what news? Lady Macbeth. He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber? Macbeth. Hath he ask'd for me? Lady Macbeth. Know you not he has ? 30 Macbeth. We will proceed no further in this business: Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Lady Macbeth. Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since ? At what it did so freely? From this time own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Macbeth. Prithee, peace: I dare do all that may become a man; Lady Macbeth. What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? 40 501 |