Dun. Lady M. Enter Lady Macbeth. See, see! our honour'd hostess! 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. All our service In every point twice done, and then done double, Were poor and single business, to contend Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith Your majesty loads our house: For those of old, And the late dignities heap'd up to them, We rest your hermits.2 Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor? We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose To be his purveyor; but he rides well; And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess, We are your guest to-night. Lady M. Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt,3 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, [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 He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Macb. Pr'ythee, peace: dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was it then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now If we should fail, Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know Macb. Bring forth men children only! For thy undaunted mettle should compose Nothing but males. Will it not be received," When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two Of his own chamber, and us'd their very daggers, That they have done't? Lady M. Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Upon his death? I am settled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. False face must hide what the false heart doth know. Macb. 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 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? (2) i. e. We as hermits shall ever pray for you. (3) Subject to account. (4) An officer so called from his placing the dishes the table. MACBETH. Ban. And she goes down at twelve. 323 Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too. Macb. A friend. What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire :- 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 In measureless content. Macb. Being unprepar'd, All's well. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: It shall make honour for you. So I lose none, In seeking to augment it, but still keep I shall be counsel'd. Macb. Good repose, the while! Ban. Thanks, sir; The like to you! [Ex. Ban. She strike upon the bell. Get thee to-bed. [Ex. Ser. The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; Thus to mine eyes.-Now o'er the one half world Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves likes a ghost.-Thou sure and firm set earth, (1) Thrift. Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it: Whether they live or die. Macb. [Within.] Who's there?-what, ho! Lady M. Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd, And 'tis not done :-the attempt, and not the deed, Confounds us:-Hark!-I laid their daggers ready, He could not miss them.-Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had don't.-My husband? Enter Macbeth. Macb. I have done the deed :-Didst thou not hear a noise? Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the crick. Did not you speak? Macb. ets cry. Lady M. Macb. Lady M. Ay. Macb. Hark! When? Now. As I descended? Who lies i'the second chamber? Macb. This is a sorry sight. Donalbain. Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. [Looking on his hands. Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one cried, murder ! That they did wake each other; I stood and heard But they did say their prayers, and address'd them Lady M. There are two lodg'd together. Macb. One cried, God bless us! and, Amen, the other; As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands. Lady M. Stuck in my throat. Lady M. These deeds must not be thought Macb. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep; (4) Conclude, (5) Haft. 824 Lady M. worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on't again, I dare not. Infirm of purpose! Lady M. Exit. Knocking within. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Re-enter Lady Macbeth. Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white. [Knock.] I hear a At the south entry:-retire we to our chamber: more knocking: Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us, Macb. To know my deed,-'twere best not [Knock. 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 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 lie, leaves him. Macd. I believe, drink gave thee the lie last night. Len. Good-morrow, noble sir! Macb. Macb. The labour we delight in, physics' pain. Len. Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would From hence to-day? [Erit Macd, Goes the king Macb. 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, Lamentings heard i'the air; strange screams of death; [Knocking within.] Macb. 'Twas a rough night. Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel fellow to it. 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. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock: New hatch'd to the woful time. The obscure bird Who's there, the name of Belzebub? Here's a Clamour'd the livelong night: some say, the carth farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of Was feverous, and did shake. plenty: Come in time; have napkins enough about you; here you'll sweat for't. [Knocking.] Knock,! knock: Who's there, i'the other devil's name?-A '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: Ne (1) To incarnardine is to stain of a flesh-colour, (4) Cock-crowing, Re-enter Marduff. Macd. O horror! horror! horror! Tongue, nor Cannot conceive, nor name thee!" (6) Appointed service. (7) The use of two negatives, not to make an affirmative, but to deny more strongly, is common Jin our author, Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence The life o'the building. Macb. What is't you say? the life? With a new Gorgon :-Do not bid me speak; Enter Lady Macbeth. O, gentle lady 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak: The repetition, in a woman's ear, Would murder as it fell.--O Banquo! Banquo! Ban. Wo, alas! Too cruel, any where. Dear Duff, I pr'ythec, contradict thyself, And say, it is not so. 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, There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys: renown, and grace, is dead; Enter Malcolm and Donalbain. Don. What is amiss? 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 seein'd, had done't: Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood, So were their daggers, which, unwip'd, we found Upon their pillows: They star'd, and were distracted; no man's life Was to be trusted with them. 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, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man: Out-ran the pauser reason.-Here lay Duncan, That had a heart to love, and in that heart (1) Covered with blood to their hilt. Mal. This murderous shaft that's shot, Hath not yet lighted; and our safest way And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, Is, to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse; But shift away: There's warrant in that theft Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Without the castle. Enter Rosse and an Old Man. Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember well: Within the volume of which time, I have seen Rosse. Ah, good father, Thou see'st, the heavens, as troubled with man's act, Threaten his bloody stage; by the clock, 'tis day, Rosse. And Duncan's horses, (a thing most strange and certain,) Enter Macduff, How goes the world, sir, now? Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time Why, see you not?I must become a borrower of the night, Rosse. Is't known who did this more than Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain. Alas, the day! Rosse. 'Gainst nature still: To be invested. Rosse. Where is Duncan's body? Rosse. Will you to Scone? Well, I will thither. Macd. Well, may you see things well done 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. ACT III. SCENE I.-Fores. A room in the palace. ter Banquo. En Ban. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, As the weird's women promis'd; and, I fear, But that myself should be the root, and father Macb. Here's our chief guest. If he had been forgotten, Ban. Let your highness Macb. Ride you this afternoon? Ay, my good lord. Macb. We should have else desir'd your good advice (Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,) (1) Intend to themselves. (2) Commit. Macb. I wish your horses swift, and sure of foot; Macb. Bring them before us.-[Exit Atten.] But to be safely thus:-Our fears in Banquo -Who's Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers. Macb. |