How you shall bid God-eyld us for your pains, LADY M. We rest your hermits. DUN. Where's the thane of Cawdor? And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him We are your guest to-night. LADY M. Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, Still to return your own. Give me your hand: DUN. [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 't is done, then 't were well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, VOL. 11. B To our own lips. He's here in double trust: That tcars shall drown the wind.-I have no spur Enter LADY MACBETH. How now, what news? LADY M. He has almost supp'd: Why have you left the chamber? MACB. Hath he ask'd for me? LADY M. Know you not he has? MACB. We will proceed no further in this business: LADY M. Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since? At what it did so freely? Such I account thy love. From this time, Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour, As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that And live a coward in thine own esteem; MACB. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none. Prithee, peace: What beast was 't then, LADY M. 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 Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know How tender 't is to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, As you have done to this. MACB. If we should fail, But screw your courage to the sticking place, We fail MACB. When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two LADY M. Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar MACB. I am settled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show: False face must hide what the false heart doth know. [Exeunt ACT II. SCENE I-The same. Court within the Castle. Enter BANQUO and FLEANCE, and a Servant with a torch before them. BAN. How goes the night, boy? FLE. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. FLE. I take 't, 't is later, sir. BAN. Hold, take my sword.-There's husbandry in heaven, Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too. Enter MACBETH, and a Servaut with a torch. Who's there? MACB. A friend. BAN. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed: He hath been in unusual pleasure, and Sent forth great largess to your offices: This diamond he greets your wife withal, By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up MACB. Being unprepar'd, Our will became the servant to defect; Which else should free have wrought. All's well. BAN. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: MACB. I think not of them; Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, We would spend it in some words upon that business, If you would grant the time. BAN. At your kind'st leisure. MACB. If you shall cleave to my consent,-when 't is, It shall make honour for you. BAN. So I lose none, In seeking to augment it, but still keep MACB. Good repose, the while! BAN. Thanks, sir; the like to you! [Exit BANQUO. [Exit Servant. MACB. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Thus to mine eyes.-Now o'er the one half world he curtain'd sleep: witchcraft celebrates Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. |