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Enter Lady Macbeth.
He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Dun.
See, see! our honour'd hostess! Golden opinions from all sorts of people, The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble, which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you, Not cast aside so soon. How you shall bid God yield' us for your pains,
Was the hope drunk, And thank us for your trouble.
Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since ? Lady M.
All our service
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale In every point twice done, and then donc double, At what it did so freely? From this time, Were poor and single business, to contend Such I account thy love. Art thou aseard Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith To be the same in thine own act and valour, Your majesty loads our house: For those of old,
As thou art in desire? Would'st thou have that And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, We rest your hermits.”
And live a coward in thine own esteem; Dun.
Where's the thane of Cawdor ? Leuting I dare not wait upon I would We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose
Like the poor cat i'the adage ? To be his purveyor: but he rides well;
Pr'ythee, peace : And his great love, shirp as his spur, háth holp him 1 dare do all that may become a man; To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess,
Who dares do more, is none. We are your guest to-night.
What beast was it then, Lady N.
Your servants ever That made you break this enterprise to me? Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in When you durst do it, then you were a man; compt,
And, to be more than what you were, you would To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
Be so much more the man. 'Nor time, por place, Still to return your own.
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : Dun.
Give me your hand : They have made themselves, and that their fitness Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, And shall continue our graces towards him.
Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know By your leave, hostess.
(Exeunt. How tender tís, to love the babe that milks me:
I would, while it was smiling in my face, SCENE VII.- The same. A room in the castle. Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,
Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn, as you the stage, a Sewer," and divers Servants with Have done to this. dishes and service. Then enter Macbeth.
If we should fail, Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then Lady M.
We fail! 'twere well
But screw your courage to the sticking-place, It were done quickly: If the assassination And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep, Could trammel up the consequence, and catch,
(Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey With his surcease, success; that but this blow Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
Will I with wine and wassel' so convince, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, That memory, the warder of the brain, We'd jump the life to come.-But, in these cases, Shal! be a fume, and the receipt of reason We still have judgment here; that we hut teach
A limbeck only: When in swinish sleep Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
Their drenched natures lie, as in a death, To plague the inventor: This even-hinded justice What cannot you and I perform upon Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon To our own lips. lle's here in double trust : His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, of our great quell},0 Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
Macb. Bring forth men children only! Who should against his murderer shut the door,
For thy undaunted mettle should compose Not bear the knife mysell
. Besides, this Duncan Nothing but males. Will it not be received," Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two So clear in his great oflice, that his virtues
of his own chamber, and us’d their very daggers, Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against That they have done't? The deep damnation of his taking-ofl':
Who dares receive it other, And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, liors'd
Upon his death? Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
I am settled, and bend up Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. That tears shall drown the wind. - I have no spur Away, and mock the time with fairest show; To prick the sides of my intent, but only
False face must hide what the false heart doth know. Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itsell,
(Eremt. And falls on the other.-How now, what news? Enter Lady Macbeth.
SCENE 1.-The same. Court within the castle. Mach, Hath he ask'd for me?
Enter Banquo and Fleance, and a serrant, with Lady M.
kinow you not, he has ? a torch before them. Macb. We will proceed nofurther in this business :
Ban. How goes the night, boy ? (1) Reward. 2) i. e. We as hermits shall ever pray for you. (5) Winds ; sightless is invisible. 13) Subject to account.
(6) In the same sense as cohere. 14) An officer so called from his placing the dishes (1) Intemperance. (8) Overpower. the table.
19 Sentinel, (10) Murder, (11) Apprehended,
Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear clock.
The very stones prate of my where-about, Ban. And she goes down at twelve.
And take the present horror from the time, Fle.
I take't, 'lis later, sir. Which now suits with it. „Whiles I threat, he lives; Ban. Hold, take my sword:- There's husbandry Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. in heaven,
(A bell rings. Their candles are all out. - Take thee that too. I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell, And yet I would not sleep: Merciful powers ! That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. (Exit. Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature Gives way to in repose !–Give me my sword ;
SCENE II.—The same. Enter Lady Macbeth. Enter Macbeth, and a servant with a torch.
Lady M. That which hath made them drunk,
hath made me bold : Who's there?
What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire :Macb. A friend.
Hark!--Peace! Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed : It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, He hath been in unusual pleasure, and
Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it: Sent forth great largess to your offices ::
The doors are open ; and the surfeited grooms This diamond he greets your wife withal,
Do mock their charge with snores : I have drugg'd By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up
their possets, In measureless content.
That death and nature do contend about them, Macb. Being unprepar'd,
Whether they live or die. Our will became the servant to defect;
Macb. (Within.] Who's there?-what, ho! Which else should free have wrought.
Lady N. Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd, Ban.
All's well. And, 'tis not done :—the attempt, and not the deed, I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters :
Consounds us:-Hark!-I laid their daggers ready, To you they have show'd come truth.
He could not miss them.-Had he not resembled Macb.
I think not of them; My father as he slept, 1 had don't.-My husband ? Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,
Macb. I have done the deed :--Didst thou not
hear a noise ? Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent --when Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the crick.
'tis, It shall make honour for you.
Did not you speak ? Ban.
So I lose none,
When? In seeking to augment it, but still keep
Now. My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear,
As I descended ? I shall be counsel'd.
Lady M. Ay.
Good repose, the while ! Macb. Hark!
Macb. This is a sorry sight. She strike upon the bell. Get thee to-bed. (Ex. Ser.
(Looking on his hands. Is this a dagger, which I see before me,
Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and thee:
one cried, murder ! I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. That they did wake each other; I stood and heard Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
them : To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but But they did say their prayers, and address'd them A dagger of the mind; a false creation, Again to sleep. Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ?
There are two lodg'd together. I see thee yet, in form as palpable,
Macb. One cried, God bless us ! and, Amen, the As this which now I draw. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going ; As' they had scen me, with these hangman's hands. And such an instrument I was to use.
Listenir:g their fear, I could not say, amen, Mine eyes are made the fools o'the other senses, When they did say, God bless us.
Consider it not so deeply. And on thy blade, and dudgeon," gouts of blood, Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce, Which was not so before. --There's no such thing :
amen ? It is the bloody business, which informs
I had most need of blessing, and amen
These deeds must not be thought The curtain'd sleep; now witchcraft celebrates After these ways; so, it will make us mad. Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, Macb. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep no Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,.
more! Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep ; pace,
Sleep, that knits up the ravelld sleaves of care, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his de- The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, sign
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Moves likes a ghost.-Thou sure and firm set earth, Chief nourisher in life's feast ;(1) Thrift. (2) Bounty. (4) Conclude, (5) Haft.
(6) Drops, 3. The rooms appropriated to servants,
17) As if,
(8) Sleave is unwrought silke .
What do you monn ?lvor at quiet! What are you?-But this place is too Macb. Still it cricd, Sleep no more to all the cold for heil
. I'll devil-porter it no furtier : I had houge :
thought to have let in some of all professions, that Glamls haih murder'd sleep; and therefore Cawdor go the primrose way to the everlasting bonhe. Shall sleep no more, Vacbeth shall sleep no more! (Knocking.] Anon, anon; I pray you, remember Lady M. Who was it that thus cried? Why, the porter.
(Opens the gale, worthy thane,
Enter Macduff and Lenox. You do unbend your noble strength, to think
Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to So brainsichly of things :-Go, get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand.
bed, Why did you bring these daggers trom the place? That you do lie so lute ? They must lie there: Go, carry them; and smear second cock :* 'and drink, sir, is a great provoker
Port. 'Faith, sir, we were carousing till the The sleepy grooins with blood.
of three things. Macb.
I'll go no more :
Macd. What three things does drink especially I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on't again, I dare not.
provoke ? Lady M.
Infirm of purpose!
Port. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Give me the daggers: The sleeping and the dead, vokes the desire, but it takes away the perfornance,
Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes: it proAre but as pictures : 'lis the eye of childhood,
Therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivoThat fears a painted devil. The do bleed,
cator with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,
it sets him on, and it takes him off; it persuades For it mus!, seem their guilt. Exit. Knocking within. him, and disheartens him
; makes him stand to, and
not stand to: in conclusion, equivocates him in a Macb. Whence is that knocking ?
sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him. How is't with me, when every noise appals ine ? Macd. I believe, drink gave thee the lie last night. What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine Port. That it did, sir, i'the very throat o'me : eyes !
But I requited him for his lie; and, I think, being Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
too strong for him, though he took up my legs Clean from my hand ? No; this my hand will rather sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him. The multitudinous seas incarnardine,
Macd. Is thy master stirring ?Making the green one red.
Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes, Re-enter Lady Macbeth.
Enter Macbeth. Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but I Len. Good-morrow, noble sir! shame
Good-morrow, both! To wear a heart so white. (Knock.) I hear a Macıl. Is the king stirring, worthy thane? knocking
Not yet At the south entry :-retire we to our chamber : Macd. He did command me to call timely on him: A little water clears us of this deed :
I have alınost slipp'd the hour. How easy is it then! Your constancy
I'll bring you to him. Hath left you unattended.—[Knocking.) Hark !
Macd. I know, this is a joyful trouble to you; more knocking:
But yet, 'tis one. Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us,
Macb. The labour we delight in, physics' paio. And show us to be watchers :-Be not lost This is the door. So poorly in your thoughts.
I'll make so bold to call, Macb. To know my deed,—'twere best not For 'lis my limited service.
(Eril Macd. know myself.
Goes the king
He does:-he did appoint it so,
Len. The night has been unruly : Where we lay, SCENE III.-The same. Enter a Porter. Our chimneys were blown down: and, as they say, knocking within.)
Lamentings heard i'the air ; strange scrcats if
death; Porter. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man And prophesying, with accents terrible, were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turn- of dire combustion, and confus'd events, ing the key. (Knockin“.) Knock, knock, knock: New hatch'd to the woful time. The obscure bird Who's there, 'the name of Belzebub ? llere's a Clamour'd thc livelong night: some say, the carth farmer, that 'hanged himself on the expectation of Was severous, and did shake. plenty: Come in time; have napkins enough about
'Twas a rough nighl. you ; here you'll sweat for't. (Knocking. ) Knock, knock: Who's there, i'the other devil's name?- A fellow to it.
Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel 'Faith, here's an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against eitler scale; who committed
Re-enter Mardur. treason enough for God's sake, yçi could not equi- Macil. O horror! horror! horror! Tongue, nor vocate to Heaven: 0,come in, equivocator. ( Knock- heart, ing.) Knock, knork, knock : Who's there ? ?Faith, Cannot conceive, nor name thee! here's an English tailor come hither, for stealing out Macb. Len.
What's the matter? of a French hose: Come in, tailor; here you may Macd, Confusion now hath made his master. roast your goose. [Knocking.] Knock, knock: No piece!
(1) To incarnardine is to stain of a scsh-colour. (6) Appointed service. (2) Frequent. (3) Handkerchiefs,
(7) The use of two negatives, not to make an (4) Cock-crowing,
affirmative, but to deny more strongly, is common (5) i, &, Affords a cordial to it,
in our author,
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
Help me hence, ho ! The Lord's anointed teinple, and stole ihence Macd. Look to the lady. The life o'the building.
Why do we hold our tongues, Macb.
What is't you say? the life ? That most may claim this argument for ours? Len. Mean you his majesty?
Don. What should be sp. uken here, Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your Where our fate, hid within an augre-hole, sight
May rush, and seize us? Let's away; our tears With a new Gorgon:-Do not bid me speak; Are not yet brew'd. See, and then speak yourselves.-Awake! Awake!- Mal,
Nor our strong sorrow on [Exeunt Macbeth and Lenox. The foot of motion. Ring the alarum-bell:-Murder! and treason! Ban.
Look to the lady:Banquo, and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake!
(Lady Macbeth is carried out,
Against the undivulg'd pretenced I fight
of treasonous malice.
And so do I.
So all. The sleepers of the house ? speak, spcak,
Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness, Vacd.
O, gentle lady And mect i'the hall together. 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak:
Well contented. The repctition, in a woman's ear,
(Ereunl all but Mal. and Don. Would murder as it fell.—-0 Banquo ! Banquo ! Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort with
them : Enter Banquo.
To show an unfelt sorrow, is an office Our royal master's murder'd!
Which the false man does easy: I'll to England. Lady M.
Wo, alas ! Don. To Ireland, I ; our separated fortune What, in our house?
Shall keep us both the safer: where we are,
Too crucl, any where. There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, Dear Duff, ! pr’ythce, contradict thyself,
The nearer bloody. And say, it is not so.
This murderous shaft that's shot, Re-enter Macbcth and Lenox.
Hath not yet lighted; and our safest way
Is, to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse ; · Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant, But shift away: There's warrant in that theft There's nothing serious in mortality :
Which steals itseil, when there's no mercy left. All is but toys: renown, and grace, is dead;
(Exeunt. The wine of life is drawn, and the more lces Is left this vault to brag os.
SCENE IV.-Without the castle. Enter Rosse Enter Malcolm and Donalbain.
and an Old Man. Don. What is amiss ?
Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember Macb.
You are, and do not know it: well : The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood Within the volume of which time, I have seen Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stoppd. Hours drcadful, and things strange; but this sore Macd. Your royal father's murder’d.
0, by whom? Hath triflcd former knowings. Len. Those of his chamber, as it seein'd, had Rosse.
Ah, good father, done't:
Thou scc'st, the heavens, as troubled with man's Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood,
act, So were their daggers, which, unwip'd, we found 'Threaten his bloody stage; by the clock, 'tis day, Upon their pillows:
And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp: They stard, and were distracted; no man's life Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame, Was to be trusted with them.
That darkness does the face of earth intomb,
"Tis unnatural, Macd.
Wherefore did you so? Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last, Macb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temperate, and A falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place, furious,
Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at, and kill'd. Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man: Rosse. And Duncan's horses, (a thing most The expedition of my violent love
strange and certain,) Out-ran the pauser reason.--Here lay Duncan, Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood; Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature, Contending 'gainst obcdience, as they would make For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers, War with mankind. Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers Old MI.
'Tis said, they eat each other. Unmannerly breech'd with gore:' Who could re- Rosse. They did so ; to the amazement of mine frain,
eyes, That had a heart to love, and in that heart That look'd upon't.-Here comes the good MacCourage, to make his love known ?
duff: (1) Covered with blood to their hilt.
(2) Power, (3) Intention.
Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time How goes the world, sir, now?
'Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better Macd.
Why, see you not ?! must become a borrower of the night, Rosse. Is't known who did this more than For a dark hour, or twain. bloody deed ?
Fail not our feast. Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain.
Ban. My lord, I will not. Rosse.
Alas, the day!
Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestor'd What good could they pretend ?'
In England, and in Ireland ; not confessing Macd.
They were suborn'd: Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers Malcolm, and Donalbain, the king's two sons,
With strange invention : But of that to-morrow; Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them When, therewithal, we shall have cause of state, Suspicion of the deed.
Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse : Adieu, Rosse. 'Gainst nature still :
Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you! Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up
Ban. Ay, my good lord : our time does call Thine own life's means !—Then 'tis most like,
upon us. The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.
Macb. I wish your horses swilt, and sure of foot; Macd. He is already nam’d; and gone to Scone, And so I do commend you to their backs. To be invested.
(Eril Banquo. Rosse. Where is Duncan's body?
Let every man be master of his time Macd. Carried to Colmes-kill;
Till seven at night ; to make society The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,
The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself And guardian of their bones.
Till supper- me alone: while then, God be with you. Rosse. Will you to Scone ?
(Exeunt Lady Macbeth, Lords, Ladies, &c. Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife.
Sirrah, a word: Attend those men our pleasure ? Rosse.
Well, I will thither. Atlen. They are, my lord, without ihe palaceMacd. Well, may you see things well done
gate. there;-adieu !
Macb. Bring them before us.—[Erit Atten.) Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!
To be thus, is nothing; Rosse. Father, farewell.
But to be safely thus : Our fears in Banquo Old M. God's benison go with you ; and with Stick deep; and in his royaltys of nature those
Reigns that, which would be fear'd: 'Tis much That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!
he dares ;
He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour
To act in safety. There is none, but he,
Whose being I do tear : and, under him,
My genius is rebuk'd; as, it is said, SCENE I.--Fores. A room in the palace. En- Mark Antony's was by Cæsar. He chid the sisters, ter Banquo.
When first they put the name of king upon me, Ban. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, And bade them speak to him; then, prophel-like,
They hail'd him lather to a line of kings: As the weird's women promis'd; and, I fear, Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, Thou play'dst most foully for't: yct it was said,
And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, It should not stand in thy posterity;
Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, But that myself should be the root, and father
No son of mine succeeding. If it be so, of many kings. If there come truih from them For Banquo's issue have. I fil do my mind; (As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine,) For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd; Why, by the verities on thee made good,
Put rancours in the vessel of my peace May they not be my oracles as well,
Only for them; and mine eternal jewel And set me up in hope? But, hush; no more.
Given to the common enemy of man,
To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings! Senet sormded. Enter Macbeth, as king; Lady Rather than so, come, fate, into the list,
Macbeth, as queen; Lenox, Rosse, Lords, La- And champion me to the utterance ! -Who's dies, and attendunts.
Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers. It had been as a gap in our great feast,
Now to the door, and stay there till we call. And all things unbecoming.
(Exit Attendant. Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir, Was it not yesterday we spoke together? And I'll request your presence.
1 Mur. It was, so please your highness. Ban. Let your bighness Macb.
Well then, now Command upon me; to the which, my duties Have you consider'd of my speeches ? Know, Are with a most indissoluble tie
That it was he, in the times past, which held you For ever knit.
So under fortune ; which, you thought, had been Macb. Ride you this afternoon ?
Our innocent self: this I made good to you Ban.
Ay, my good lord. In our last conference ; pass'd in probation with Macb. We should have else. desir'd your good you, advice
How you were borne in hand ;' how cross'd; the (Which still hath been both grave and prosperous) instruments ; In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow. Who wrought with them; and all things else, that Is't far you ride ?
might, (1) Intend to themselves. (2) Commit.
(3) Challenge me to extremities. (2) Nobleness. (4) For defled.
(6) Proved. (7) Deluded