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Is to receive our duties and our duties
Are to your throne and state, children, and servants ; Which do but what they should, by doing every thing
Safe toward your love and honour.
There if I grow,
The harvest is your own.
Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter
But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for
I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful The hearing of my wife with your approach; So, humbly take my leave.
My worthy Cawdor! · Mach. The prince of Cumberland ! — That is a
step, On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap,
For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires!
Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's
Enter Lady MACBETH, reading a letter.
Lady M. They met me in the day of success; and I have learned by the perfeciest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves - air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all-hailed me, Thane of Cawdor; by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with, Hail, king that shalt be! This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness; that thou mightest not lose the dues if rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness,
The illness should attend it. What thou would's highly,
That would'st thou holily; would'st not play false,
And that which rather thou dost fear to do,
Enter an Attendant.
Atten. The king comes here to-night.
Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so,
Atten. So please you, it is true; our thane is coming:
One of my fellows had the speed of him;
Give him tending, He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse, [Erit Attendant. That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here; And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse; That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect, and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring mi nisters,
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter !
My dearest love,
And when goes hence?
Shall sun that morrow see!
Macb. To-morrow, -as he purposes.
Enter Lady MACBETH. Dun. 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.
And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him
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 shall continue our graces towards him. By your leave, hostess.
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.
Mach. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well
Who should against his murderer shut the door,
It were done quickly: If the assassination
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Enter Lady MACBETH.
Lady M. He has almost supp'd; Why have you left the chamber?
Macb. Hath he ask'd for me?
Know you not, he has ?
Was the hope drunk,
Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since?
I dare do all that may become a man;
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 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.
If we should fail,
We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking place, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep, (Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassel so convince, That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only: When in swinish sleep Their drenched natures lie, as in a death, What cannot you and I perform upon The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt Of our great quell?
Bring forth men-children only For thy undaunted mettle should compose Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd,
Macb. Lady M.
Pr'ythee, peacE :
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 sword. my There's husbandry in heaven, Their candles are all out. Take thee that too. A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep: Merciful powers! Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature Gives way to in repose! - Give me my sword ;
Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch. Who's there?
Macb. A friend.
Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? a-bed:
So I lose none, In seeking to augment it, but still keep My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear, I shall be counsel'd.
Macb. Good repose, the while! Ban. Thanks, sir; The like to you! [Exit BANQUO. Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
She strike upon the beli. Get thee to bed.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
I am sett.ed, ana 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.
A dagger of the mind; a false creation,
Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
lives; Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. [A bell rings
It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,
Macb. [Within.] Who's there? what, ho!
[Looking on his hands. Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one cried, murder!
That they did wake each other; I stood and heard them :
But they did say their prayers, and address'd them
There are two lodg'd together.
SCENE III. The same.
Enter a Porter
Ports. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock: Who's there, i' the name of Belzebub? Here's a farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of 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? '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: Never at quiet! What are you? But this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further: I had thought to have let in some of all professions, that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. [Knocking.] Anon, anon; I pray you, remember the porter. [Opens the gate. 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.
Port. That it did, sir, i' the very throat o' me: But I requited him for his lie; and, I think, being too strong for him, though he took up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him.
Macd. Is thy master stirring?
Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes,
Macd. O horror! horror! horror! Tongue, nor
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
Enter Lady MACBETH.
Our royal master's murder'd!
What, in our house?
Dear Duff, I pr'ytl:ee, contradict thyself,
Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX.
Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance,
All is but toys: renown, and grace, is dead;
Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN.
Don. What is amiss?
Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man :
Help me hence, lo
Macd. Look to the lady.
Macb. What is't you say? the life? Len. Mean you his majesty? Why do we hold our tongues, Macd. 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, Sce, and then speak yourselves.-Awake! awake!- May rush, and seize us? Let's away; our tears [Exeunt MACBETH and LENOX. Are not yet brew'd. Ring the alarum-bell: - Murder and treason! Banquo, and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake! Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, And look on death itself! up, up, and see The great doom's image Malcolm! Banquo! As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprights, To countenance this horror! [Bell ring.
Nor our strong sorrow on
The foot of motion.
Look to the lady :-
And question this most bloody piece of work,
And so do I.
So all. Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness, And meet i'the hall together.
You are, and do not know it:
O, by whom? Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done't:
Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood,
They star'd, and were distracted; no man's life
Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
Wherefore did you so? Macb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temperate, and furious,
Well contented. [Exeunt all but MAL. and DoN. Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort with To show an unfelt sorrow, is an office Which the false man does easy: I'll to England. Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune