Attend. So please you, it is true; our thane is coming: One of my fellows had the speed of him; Lady M. Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold!Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Macb. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady. M. And when goes hence? Mach. To-morrow,-as he purposes. Shall sun that morrow see! O, never Your face, my thape, is as a book, where men May read strange matters:-To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it. He that's coming Must be provided for: and you shall put This night's great business into my despatch; Only look up clear; To alter favour ever is to fear: [Exeunt. SCENE VI. The same. Before the Castle. Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENOX, MACDUFF, ROSSE, ANGUS, and Attendants. Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat: the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. Ban. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed, and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ❜d, The air is delicate. Dun. Enter LADY МАСВЕТН. 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. Lady M. 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, where with Your majesty loads our house: For those of old, And the late dignities heap'd up to them, We rest your hermits. 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, 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, And ghall continue our graces towards him. By your leave, hostess. [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 Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,- To our own lips. He's here in double trust: VOL. III. Y To prick the sides of my intent, but only 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? Mach. We will proceed no further in this business: He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon. Lady M. Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale Macb. 'Pr'ythee, peace: I dare do all that may become a man; ness now Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know How tender 'tis 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, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn, as you Have done to this. Macb. If we should fail, We fail But screw your courage to the sticking place, Mach. Bring forth men-children only! For thy undaunted mettle should compose Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd, When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two Of his own chamber, and us'd their very daggers, That they have don't? Lady M. Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Upon his death? 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 [Exeunt. know. 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. Ban. And she goes down at twelve. Fle. I take 't, 'tis later, sir. Ban. Hold, take my sword;-There's husbandry in heaven, Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too. |