Will I with wine and wassel1 so convince, 2 Macb. Bring forth men-children only! For thy undaunted mettle should compose Nothing but males. Will it not be received, When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two Of his own chamber, and used their very daggers, That they have done 't? L. Macb. Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamor 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. 1 Intemperance. 2 Overpower. 5 Murder. 3 Sentinel. • Supposed. 4 A limbeck is a vessel through which distilled liquors pass into the recipient. 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 1 in heaven; Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too. A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch. Who's there? Macb. A friend. Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed. 1 1 Thrift. He hath been in unusual pleasure, and Sent forth great largess to your officers : 1 By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up Macb. Being unprepared, Our will became the servant to defect; Ban. All's well. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters : Macb. I think not of them: Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, Would spend it in some words upon that business, you would grant the time: If Ban. At your kind'st leisure. Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent,—when 'tis, It shall make honor 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. Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, 1 Officers here signify household servants. She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. [Exit Servant. 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 A dagger of the mind; a false creation, As this which now I draw. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, 1 2 And on thy blade and dudgeon 1 gouts of blood, Thus to mine eyes. Now, o'er the one half world Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear And take the present horror from the time, lives; Whiles I threat, he Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. I [a bell rings. go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell, That summons thee to heaven or to hell. [Exu. SCENE II.. The same. Enter LADY MACBETH. L. Macb. That which hath made them drunk, hath made me bold; What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire.— It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, That death and nature do contend about them, Macb. [within.] Who's there?—what, ho! L. Macb. Alack! I am afraid they have awaked, And 'tis not done :—the attempt, and not the deed, |