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Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets
Re-enter Lady MACBETH. cry. Did not you speak ?
Lady M. My hands are of your colour ; but I Macb. When ?
shame Lady M. Now.
To wear a heart so white. (Knock.) I hear a Macb.
As I descended ?
knocking Lady M. Ay.
At the south entry :- retire we to our chamber. Macb. Hark!
A little water clears us of this deed : Who lies i' the second chamber?
How easy is it then? Your constancy Lady M.
Donalbain.. Hath left you unattended. - [Knocking.) Hark! Macb. This is a sorry sight.
more knocking : (Looking on his hands. Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. And show us to be watchers : - Be not lost Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and so poorly in your thoughts. one cried, murder !
Macb. To know my deed, - 'twere best not That they did wake each other ; I stood and heard
(Knock. them :
Wake Duncan with thy knocking; Ay, 'would thou But they did say their prayers, and address'd them
[Breunt. Again to sleep. There are two lodg'd together.
SCENE III. — The same. Macb. One cried, God bless us ! and, Amen, the other;
Enter a Porter. [Knocking within. As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands. Portor. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man Listening their fear, I could not say, amen, were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning When they did say, God bless us.
the key. (Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock: Who's Lady M.
Consider it not so deeply. there, 'i' the name of Belzebub? Here's a farmer, Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce, that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty: amen ?
Come in time ; have napkins enough about you ; I had most need of blessing, and amen
here you'll sweat for't. (Knocking.] Knock, knock: Stuck in my throat.
Who's there, i' the other devil's name ? Faith, Lady M.
These deeds must not be thought here's an equivocator, that could swear in both the After these ways; so, it will make us mad.
scales against either scale; who committed treason Macb. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep no enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate
to heaven : 0, come in equivocator. (Knocking.) Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep ; Knock, knock, knock: Who's there? 'Faith, here's Sleep, that knits up the ravelld sleave of care, an English tailor come hither, for stealing out of a The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, French hose : Come in, tailor; here you may roast Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, your goose. [K'nocking.] Knock, knock : Never at Chief nourisher in life's feast.
quiet ! What are you ? — But this place is too cold Lady M.
What do you mean? for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further: I had Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more! to all the thought to have let in some of all professions, that house :
go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. Glamis hath murder'd sleep : and therefore Cawdor (Knocking.) Anon, anon; I pray you, remember Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!
[Opens the gate. Lady M. Who was it that thus cried ? Why, worthy thane,
Enter Macduff and LENOX. You do unbend your noble strength, to think Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, So brainsickly of thing: - Go, get some water, That you do lie so late ? And wash this filthy witness from your hand.
Port. 'Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second Why did you bring these daggers from the place ? cock : and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three They must lie there : Go, carry them; and smear things. The sleepy grooms with blood.
Macd. What three things does drink especially Macb.
I'll go no more :
provoke? I am afraid to think what I have done ;
Port. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Look on't again, I dare not.
Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes : it pro Lady M.
Infirm of purpose ! vokes the desire, but it takes away the performance : Give me the daggers : The sleeping, and the dead, Therefore, much drink may be said to be an equiAre but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood, vocator with lechery: it makes him, and it mars That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it perI'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,
suades him, and disheartens him; makes him stand For it must seem their guilt.
to, and not stand to : in conclusion, equivocates him (Erit. Knocking within. in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him. • Macb.
Whence is that knocking ? Macd. I believe, drink gave thee the lie last How is't with me, when every noise appals me?
night. What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine Port. That it did, sir, i' the very throat o'me:
But I requited him for his lie; and, 1 thing, being Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood too strong for him, though he took up my legs some Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather time, 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 be comes
Dear Duff, I pr'ythee, contradict thyself,
And say, it is not so.
Re-enter MACBETH and Lenox.
Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, Maco.
Not yet. I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant, Macd. He did command me to call timely on him; There's nothing serious in mortality : I have almost slipp'd the hour.
All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; Macb.
I'll bring you to him. The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of.
Enter Malcolm and DONALBAIN.
Don. What is amiss ?
You are, and do not know it : For 'tis my limited service. (Exit MacDUFF. The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood Len.
Goes the king
Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd.
Macd. Your royal father's murder'd.
O, by whom? Len. The night has been unruly: Where we lay,
Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had Our chimneys were blown down : and, as they say,
done't : Lamentings heard i' the air ; strange screams of Their hands and faces were all badg’d with blood, death;
So were their daggers, which, unwip'd, we found And prophecying, with accents terrible,
Upon their pillows: Of dire combustion, and confus'd events,
They star'd, and were distracted; no man's life New hatch'd to the woeful time. The obseure bird was to be trusted with them. Clamour'd the livelong night: some say, the earth
Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury, Was fererous, and did shake.
That I did kill them. Macb. 'Twas a rough night.
Wherefore did you so ? Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel Macb. Who can be wise, amaz’d, temperate, and A fellow to it.
Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man :
The expedition of my violent love Macd. O horror! horror! horror! Tongue, nor Out-ran the pauser reason. - Here lay Duncan, heart,
His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood; Cannot conceive, nor name thee!'
And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature Macb. Len.
What's the matter? | For ruin's wasteful entrance : there, the murderers, Macd. Confusion now hath made his master- Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers piece!
Unmannerly breech'd with gore: Who could refrain, Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
That had a heart to love, and in that heart
Help me hence, ho' Macỏ.
What is't you say ? the life? Mačd. Look to the lady. Len. Mean you his majesty ?
Why do we hold our tongues, Maed. Approach the chamber, and destroy your That most may claim this argument for ours ? sight
Don. What should be spoken here, With a new Gorgon :- Do not bid me speak; Where our fate, hid within an augre-hole, See, and then speak yourselves.--Awake! awake!
-May rush, and seize us? Let's away ; our tears (Ereunt MACBETX and Lexox. Are not yet brew'd. Ring the alarum-bell:- Murder! and treason! Mal.
Nor our strong sorrow on Banquo, and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake! The foot of motion. Slake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,
Look to the lady: And look on death itself! up, up, and see
(Lady Macbeth is carried out. The great doom's image _Malcolm! Banquo! And when we have our naked frailties hid, As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprights, That suffer in exposure, let us meet, To countenance this horror!
[Bell rings. And question this most bloody piece of work,
To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us: Enter Lady MACBETH.
In the great hand of God I stand ; and, thence, Lady M.
What's the business, Against the undivulg'd pretence I fight That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
Of treasonous malice. The sleepers of the house ? speak, speak,
And so do I.
So all. "Tis not for you to hear what I can speak :
Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness, The repetition, in a woman's ear,
And meet i'the hall together.. Would murder as it fell.-O Banquo! Banquo! AU.
Ereunt all brut Mal and Don. Enter BANQUO.
Mal. What will you do ? Let's not consort with Our royal master's murder'd!
them : Lody M.
Woe, alas! To show an unfelt sorrow, is an office What, in our house?
Which the false man does easy : I'll to England. Ban where. Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune
Too cruel, any
Shall keep us both the safer : where we are,
Rosse. They did so ; to the amazement of mine There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood,
eyes, The nearer bloody.
That look'd upon't. Here comes the good MacMal.
This murderous shaft that's shot,
How goes the world sir, now?
Why, see you not? Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left. Rosse. Is't known, who did this more than bloody
Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain.
Alas, the day!
What good could they pretend?
They were suborn'd: Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember well : Malcolm, and Donalbain, the king's two sons, Within the volume of which time, I have seen Are stol'n away and Aed; which puts upon them Hours dreadful, and things strange ; but this sore Suspicion of the deed. night
'Gainst nature still : Hath trifled former knowings.
Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Rosse.
Ah, good father, Thine own life's means ! - Then 'tis most like, Thou see'st, the heavens, as troubled with man's act, The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth. Threaten his bloody stage : by the clock, 'tis day, Macd. He is already nam'd; and gone to Scone, And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp: To be invested. Is it night's predominance, or the day's shame, Rosse.
Where is Duncan's body? That darkness does the face of earth intomb,
Macd. Carried to Colmes-kill; When living light should kiss it?
The sacred storehouse of his predecessors, Old M.
'Tis unnatural, And guardian of their bones. Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last, Rosse.
Will you to Scone? A falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place,
Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife. Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at, and kill'd.
Well, I will thither. Rosse. And Duncan's horses, (a thing most strange Macd. Well, may you see things well done there : and certain,)
- adieu ! Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Lest our old robes sit easier than our new ! Turn’d wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, Rosse. Father, farewell. Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make. Old M. God's benison go with you ; and with those War with mankind.
That would make good of bad, and friends of foes! Old. M. 'Tis said, they eat each other.
Are with a most indissoluble tie
For ever knit.
Macb. Ride you this afternoon ?
Ay, my good lord Ban. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, Macb. We should have else desir'd your good all,
advice As the weird women promis'd; and, I fear, (Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,) Thou play'dst most foully for't: yet it was said, In this day's council ; but we'll take to-morrow. It should not stand in thy posterity;
Is't far you ride? But that myself should be the root, and father Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time. Of many kings. If there come truth from them, 'Twixt this and supper : go not my horse the better, (As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine,) I must become a borrower of the night, Why, by the verities on thee made good,
For a dark hour, or twain. May they not be my oracles as well,
Fail not our feast. And set me up in hope? But, hush; no more. Ban. My lord, I will not. Senet sounded. Enter Macbeth, as King; Lady In England, and in Ireland ; not confessing
Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd MACBETH, as Queen ; LENOX, Rosse, Lords, Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers Ladies, and Attendants.
With strange invention : But of that to-inorrow; Macb. Here's our chief guest.
When, therewithal, we shall have cause of state, Lady M.
If he had been forgotten, Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse : Adieu, It had been as a gap in our great feast,
Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you? And all-things unbecoming.
Ban. Ay, my good lord : our time does call upon Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir, And I'll request your presence.
Macb. I wish your horses swift, and sure of foot; Вап.
Let your highness And so I do commend you to their backs. Command upon me; to the which, my duties Farewell.
Both of you
Let every man be master of his time
The house-keeper, the hunter, every one Til seven at night ; to make society
According to the gift which bounteous nature The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself Hath in him clos'd ; whereby he does receive Til supper-time alone : while then, God be with you. Particular addition, from the bill
(Ereunt Lady MACBETH, Lorus, Ladies, &c. That writes them all alike : and so of men. Sirrah, a word : Attend those men our pleasure ? Now, if you have a station in the file, Attend. They are, my lord, without the palace And not in the worst rank of manhood, say it; gate.
And I will put that business in your bosoms, Mach. Bring them before us. - - [Exit Atten.) Whose execution takes your enemy off; To be thus, is nothing;
Grapples you to the heart and love of us, But to be safely thus: - Our fears in Banquo Who wear our health but sickly in his life, Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature
Which in his death were perfect. Reigns that, which would be fear'd: 'Tis much he 2 Mur.
I am one, my liege, dares;
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world And, to that dauntless temper of his mind, Have so incens'd, that I am reckless what He lath a wisdom that doth guide his valour I do, to spite the world. To act in safety. There is none, but he
And I another, Whose being I do fear : and, under him,
So weary with disasters, tugg’d with fortune, My genius is rebuk'd; as, it is said,
That I would set my life on any chance,
True, my lord. They hail'd him father to a line of kings:
Macb. So is he mine; and in such bloody disUpon my head they plac'd a fruitless crown,
tance, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
That every minute of his being thrusts Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, Against my near'st of life : And though I could No son of mine succeeding. If it be so,
With bare-fac'd power sweep him from my sight, For Banquo's issue have I fil'd my mind;
And bid my will avouch it; yet I must not, For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd ; For certain friends that are both his and mine, Put rancours in the vessel of my peace
Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall Only for them ; and mine eternal jewel
Whom I myself struck down : and thence it is, Given to the common enemy of man,
That I to your assistance do make love;
For sundry weighty reasons.
We shall, my lord, there?
Perform what you command us.
Though our lives Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers.
Macb. Your spirits shine through you. Within Now to the door, and stay there till we call.
this hour, at most,
(Exit Attendant. I will advise you where to plant yourselves. Was it not yesterday we spoke together ?
Acquaint you with the perfect spy o'the time, 1 Mur. It was, so please your highness. The moment on't ; for't must be done to-night, Mach.
Well then, now And something from the palace; always thought, Have you consider'd of my speeches ? Know, That I require a clearness : And with him, That it was he, in the times past, which held you (To leave no rubs, nor botches, in the work,) So under fortune ; which, you thought, had been Fleance his son, that keeps him company, Our innocent self: this I made good to you Whose absence is no less material to me In our last conference ; pass'd in probation with you, Than is his father's, must embrace the fate How you were borne in hand; how cross'd ; the Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart ; instruments;
I'll come to you anon. Who wrought with them; and all things else, that 2 Mur.
We are resolv'd, my lord. might,
Macb. I'll call upon you straight ; abide within. To half a soul, and a notion craz'd,
It is concluded : - Banquo, thy soul's flight, Say, Thus did Banquo.
If it find heaven, must find it out to-night. 1 Mur. You made it known to us.
[Ereunt. Mack. I did so; and went further, which is now Our point of second meeting. Do you find
SCENE II. The same. Another Room. Your patience so predominant in your nature, That you can let this go? Are you so gospellid,
Enter Lady MACBETH and a Servant. To pray for this good man, and for his issue,
Lady M. Is Banquê gone from court? Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave, Serv. Ay, madam, but returns again to-night. And beggar'd yours for ever?
Lady M. Say to the king, I would attend his 1 Mur. We are men, my liege.
leisure Macb. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men ; For a few words. As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, Sery.
Madam, I will.
Nought's had, all's spent, Shougtis, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are cleped Where our desire is got without content: All by the name of dogs: the valued file
'Tis safer to be that which we destroy, Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy.
The west’yet glimmers with some streaks of day: How now, my lord ? why do you keep alone,
Now spurs the lated traveller apace,
To gain the timely inn; and near approaches Of sorriest fancies your companions making ? Using those thoughts, which should indeed have died The subject of our watch.
Hark! I hear horses. With them they think on? Things without remedy,
Ban. (Within.) Give us a light there, ho! Should be without regard: what's done, is done.
9 Mur. Macb. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it; That are within the note of expectation,
Then it is he; the rest She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice Already are i'the court. Remains in danger of her former tooth.
His horses go about. But let The frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, So all men do, from hence to the palace gate
3 Mur. Almost a mile ; but he does usually, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep
Make it their walk. In the affliction of these terrible dreams, That shake us nightly: Better be with the dead, Enter Banquo and FLEANCE, a Servant with a torek Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace,
preceding them. Than on the torture of the mind to lie
A light, a light! In restless ecstacy. Duncan is in his grave;
'Tis he. After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well ;
1 Mur. Stand to't. Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison,
Ban. It will be rain to-night. Malice domestick, foreign levy, nothing,
Let it come down. Can touch him further!
[Assaults BANQUO. Lady M. Come on;
Ban. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly; Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Thou may'st revenge.
O slave! Be bright and jovial ’mong your guests to-night.
[Dies. FLEANCE and Servant escape. Macb. So shall I, love, and so, I pray, be you : 3 Mur. Who did strike out the light? Let your remembrance apply to Banquo;
Was't not the way? Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue:
3 Mur. There's but one down; the son is fled. Unsafe the while, that we
2 Mur. We have lost best half of our affair. Must lave our honours in these flattering streams;
1 Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
(Exunt. Disguising what they are. Lady M. You must leave this.
SCENE IV. - A Room of State in the Palace. Macb. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife !
A Banquet prepared. Thou know'st, that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.
Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not eterne. Enter MACBETH, Lady MACBETH, Rosse, Lexos, Macb. There's comfort yet ; they are assailable;
Lords, and Attendants. Then be thou jocund: Ere the bat hath flown
Macb. You know your own degrees, sit down: His cloister'd flight; ere, to black Hecate's sum
at first mons,
And last, the hearty welcome. The shard-borne beetle, with his drowsy hums,
Thanks to your majesty. Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done
Macb. Ourself will mingle with society, A deed of dreadful note.
And play the humble host.
What's to be done?
Our hostess keeps her state ; but, in best time, chuck,
Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night,
friends; Skarf up the tender eye of pitiful day ;
For my heart speaks, they are welcome.
Enter first Murderer, to the door.
Macb. See, they encounter thee with their hearts' crow
thanks : Makes wing to the rooky wood :
Both sides are even : Here I'll sit i'the midst : Good things of day begin to droop and drowse ; Whiles night's black agents to their prey.do rouse.
Be large in mirth; anon, we'll drink a measure
The table round. - There's blood upon thy face. Thou marvell’st at my words : but hold thee still; Things, bad begun, make strong themselves by ill :
Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.
Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within. So, pr’ythee, go with me.
Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for SCENE III. The same. A Park or Lawn, with
bim. a Gate leading to the Palace.
Macb. Thou art the best o'the cut throats: Yet
he's good, Enter three Murderers.
That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it, 1 Mur. But who did bid thee join with us ? Thou art the nonpareil. 3 Mur.
Most royal sir, 2 Mur. He needs not our mistrust; since he de- Fleance is 'scap'd. livers
Macb. Then comes my fit again: I had else been Our offices, and what we have to do,
perfect; To the direction just.
Whole as the marble, founded as the rock; 1 Mur.
Then stand with us. As broad, and general, as the casing air:
[Ereunt. Is he despatch'd ?