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SCENE I.-The same. Court within the Castle. 1 Ban. So I lose none
In seeking to augment it, but still keep Enter BANQUO and FLEANCE, and a Servant with
My bosom franchised, and allegiance clear, a torch before them.
I shall be counseled. Ban. How goes the night, boy?
Macb. Good repose the while. Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the Ban. Thanks, sir; the like to you. clock.
[Exit BANQUO. Ban. And she goes down at twelve.
Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is Fle. I take't, 't is later, sir.
ready, Ban. Hold, take my sword. — There's hus- She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. — bandry in heaven,
[Exit Servant. Their candles are all out. - Take thee that too. Is this a dagger which I see before me, A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers !
clutch thee:Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Gives way to in repose ! — Give me my sword :— Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch.
A dagger of the mind : a false creation, Who's there?
Proceeding from the heat oppresséd brain ? Macb. A friend.
I see thee yet, in form as palpable Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The King's As this which now I draw. a-bed :
Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; He hath been in unusual pleasure, and
And such an instrument I was to use. Sent forth great largess to your officers : Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, This diamond he greets your wife withal, Or else worth all the rest. I see thee still; By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, In measureless content.
Which was not so before.—There's no such thing: Macb. Being unprepared,
It is the bloody business which informs Our will became the servant to defect;
Thus to mine eyes.—Now o'er the one half world Which else should free have wrought.
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse Ban. All's well.
The curtained sleep; now witchcraft celebrates I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters : Pale Hecate's offerings; and withered murder, To you they have shewed some truth.
Alarumed by his sentinel, the wolf, Macb. I think not of them :
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,
pace, Would spend it in some words upon that business, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his deIf you would grant the time.
sign Ban. At your kindest leisure.
Moves like a ghost.—Thou sure and firm set earth, Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent, — Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear when 't is,
The very stones prate of my whereabout, It shall make honor for you.
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and lives :
one cried “Murder !” Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. That they did wake each other. I stood and
[A bell rings. I heard them : I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. But they did say their prayers, and addressed them Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
Again to sleep. That summons thee to heaven or to hell. [Exit. Lady M. There are two lodged together.
Macb. One cried “God bless us !” and “ Amen,”
the other; SCENE II. — The same.
As they had seen me with these hangman's hands,
Listening their fear. I could not say, “ Amen,” Enter LADY MACBETH.
When they did say, “God bless us."
Lady M. Consider it not so deeply. Lady M. That which hath made them drunk, Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce hath made me bold :
06 Amen?” What hath quenched them, hath given me fire. I had most need of blessing, and “ Amen” Hark! Peace !
Stuck in my throat. It was the owl that shrieked; the fata) bellman, Lady M. These deeds must not be thought Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is After these ways; so, it will make us mad. about it:
Macb. Methought I heard a voice cry “Sleep The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms
no more! Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugged Macbeth does murder sleep; the innocent sleep; their possets,
Sleep, that knits up the raveled sleave of care; That death and nature do contend about them, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Whether they live or die.
Balm of hurt minds, great Nature's second course, Macb. [within.] Who's there? what, ho! Chief nourisher in life's feast;” —
Lady M. Alack! I am afraid they have awaked, Lady M. What do you mean? And 't is not done :—the attempt, and not the deed, Macb. Still it cried, “Sleep no more !” to all Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready;
the house; He could not miss them.— Had he not resembled “Glamis hath murdered sleep; and therefore My father as he slept, I had done’t.—My husband? Cawdor
Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no Enter MACBETI.
more !” Macb. I have done the deed. Didst thou not! Lady M. Who was it that thus cried ? Why, hear a noise ?
worthy thane, Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the You do unbend your noble strength, to think crickets cry.
So brainsickly of things. Go, get some water, Did you not speak ?
And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Macb. When ?
Why did you bring these daggers from the place ? Lady M. Now.
They must lie there : go, carry them, and smear Macb. As I descended ?
The sleepy grooms with blood. Lady M. Ay.
Macb. I'll go no more; Macb. Hark!
I am afraid to think what I have done; Who lies i' the second chamber?
Look on 't again, I dare not. Lady M. Donalbain.
Lady M. Infirm of purpose ? Macb. This is a sorry sight.
Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead [Looking on his hands. Are but as pictures : 't is the eye of childhood, Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,
I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,
equivocator. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock; For it must seem their guilt.
who's there? Faith, here's an English tailor [Exit. Knocking within. come hither, for stealing out of a French hose : Macb. Whence is that knocking ? come in, tailor; here you may roast your goose. How is 't with me, when every noise appals me? [Knocking.] Knock, Knock: never at quiet? What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine What are you !- But this place is too cold for eyes !
hell. I'll devil-porter it no further : I had thought Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood to have let in some of all professions that go the Clean from my hand ? No; this my hand will primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. [Knockrather
ing.] Anon, anon; I pray you, remember the The multitudinous seas incarnardine,
[Opens the gate. Making the green — one red.
Enter MacDUFF and LENOX.
Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, Lady M. My hands are of your color; but I That you do lie so late! shame
Port. 'Faith, sir, we were carousing till the To wear a heart so white. [Knock.] I hear a second cock: and drink, sir, is a great provoker knocking
of three things. At the south entry. Retire we to our chamber. Macd. What three things does drink especially A little water clears us of this deed :
provoke? How easy is it then? Your constancy
Port. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and Hath left you unattended. [Knocking.] Hark! urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes and unprovokes : more knocking:
it provokes the desire, but it takes away the perGet on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, formance : therefore, much drink may be said to And shew us to be watchers. Be not lost be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him, So poorly in your thoughts.
and it mars him ; it sets him on, and it takes him Macb. To know my deed, 't were best not know off; it persuades him, and disheartens him; makes myself.
[Knock. him stand to, and not stand to: in conclusion, Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the couldst !
[Exeunt. | lie, leaves him.
Macd. I believe drink gave thee the lie last
night. SCENE III. — The same.
Port. That it did, sir, i' the very throat o'me:
but I requited him for his lie; and I think, being Enter a Porter.
too strong for him, though he took up my legs [Knocking within.
sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him. Port. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man Macd. Is thy master stirring?were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turn. Our knocking has awaked him ; here he comes. ing the key. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock. Who's there, i' the name of Beelzebub? Here's
Enter MACBETH. a farmer that hanged himself on the expectation Len. Good-morrow, noble sir. of plenty: Come in time, have napkins enough Macb. Good-morrow, both. about you; here you 'll sweat for 't. [Knocking.] Macd. Is the King stirring, worthy thane ? Knock, knock : who's there i’ the other devil's Macb. Not yet. name? 'Faith, here's an equivocator, that could Macd. He did command me to call timely on swear in both the scales against either scale; who
him ; committed treason enough for God's sake, yet I have almost slipped the hour. could not equivocate to heaven : 0, come in, Macb. I'll bring you to him.
Macd. I know this is a joyful trouble to you;
Enter LADY MACBETH. But yet 't is one.
Lady M. What's the business, Macb. The labor we delight in, physics pain. That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley This is the door.
The sleepers of the house ? speak, speak. Macd. I'll make so bold to call,
Macd. O, gentle lady, For 't is my limited service. [Excit MACDUFF. | 'T is not for you to hear what I can speak: Len. Goes the King hence to day?
The repetition, in a woman's ear, Macb. He does : he did appoint so.
Would murder as it fell. — 0 Banquo ! Banquo ! Len. The night has been unruly: where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down: and, as they say,
Enter BANQUO. Lamentings heard i' the air; strange screams of Our royal master 's murdered ! death;
Lady M. Woe, alas !
Ban. Too cruel, anywhere.
Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX.
Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, A fellow to it.
I had lived a blesséd time; for, from this instant,
There's nothing serious in mortality :
All is but toys : renown and grace is dead;
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Macd. O horror! horror ! horror! Tongue, nor Is left this vault to brag of. heart,
Enter Malcolm and DONALBAIN.
Don. What is amiss !
Macb. You are, and do not know it : Macd. Confusion now hath made his master. The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood piece!
Is stopped; the very source of it is stopped. Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
Macd. Your royal father 's murdered.
Len. Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had Macb. What is 't you say ? the life ?
done 't: Len. Mean you his majesty ?
Their hands and faces were all badged with blood, Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy So were their daggers, which, unwiped, we found your sight
Upon their pillows: they stared, and were disWith a new Gorgon : Do not bid me speak;
tracted : See, and then speak yourselves. Awake! awake! No man's life was to be trusted with them.
[Exeunt MACBETH and LENOX. Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury, Ring the alarum-bell :- Murder and treason ! That I did kill them. Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm ! awake! Macd. Wherefore did you so ? Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, Macb. Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and And look on death itself! up, up, and see
furious, The great doom's image! Malcolm! Banquo! Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man: As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprights, The expedition of my violent love To countenance this horror!
[Bell rings. Outran the pauser reason. - Here lay Duncan, His silver skin laced with his golden blood;
What's the ma
And his gashed stabs looked like a breach in SCENE IV. - Without the Castle.
nature, For ruin's wasteful entrance : there, the murderers,
Enter Rosse and an Old Man. Steeped in the colors of their trade, their daggers Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember Unmannerly breeched with gore: Who could refrain,
Within the volume of which time I have seen That had a heart to love, and in that heart Hours dreadful and things strange ; but this sore Courage, to make his love known?
night Lady M. Help me hence, ho!
Hath trifled former knowings. Macd. Look to the lady.
Rosse. Ah, good father, Mal. Why do we hold our tongues, Thou see'st, the heavens, as troubled with man's That most may claim this argument for ours ?
act, Don. What should be spoken here,
Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock 't is day, Where our fate, hid in an augre-hole,
And yet dark night strangles the traveling lamp. May rush and seize us ? Let's away; our tears Is it night's predominance, or the day's shame, Are not yet brewed.
That darkness does the face of earth intomb, Mal. Nor our strong sorrow
When living light should kiss it? Upon the foot of motion.
Old M. T is unnatural, · Ban. Look to the lady:
Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last, [LADY MACBETH is carried out. A falcon, towering in her pride of place, And when we have our naked frailties hid, Was, by a mousing owl, hawked at and killed. That suffer in exposure, let us meet,
Rosse. And Duncan's horses (a thing most And question this most bloody piece of work,
strange and certain), To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us : Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, In the great hand of God I stand; and thence, Turned wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, Against the undivulged pretense I fight
Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make Of treasonous malice.
War with mankind. Macb. And so do I.
Old M. T is said, they eat each other. So all.
Rosse. They did so; to the amazement of mine Macb. Let 's briefly put on manly readiness,
eyes, And meet i' the hall together.
That looked upon't. Here comes the good Macduff: All. Well contented.
Macd. Why, see you not?
Rosse. Is 't known who did this more than Which the false man does easy. I'll to England.
bloody deed ?
Macd. They were suborned :
Rosse. 'Gainst nature still: But shift away: there's warrant in that theft, Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up Which steals itself when there's no mercy left. Thine own life's means ! — Then 't is most like
[Excunt. The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.