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Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy
pace, , With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his de
sign Moves like a ghost.- Thou sure and firm set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear The very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he
lives : Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
[A bell rings. I 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. [Exit.
SCENE II.-The same.
Enter Macbeth, and a Servant with a torch. Who's there?
Macb. A friend.
Macb. Being unprepared,
. All's well.
Macb. I think not of them:
Ban, At your kindest leisure.
Ban. So I lose none
Macb. Good repose the while.
[Exit Banquo. Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is
ready, 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, Proceeding from the heat oppresséd brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'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, Or else worth all the rest. I see thee still; And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before.—There's no such thing: It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes.Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtained sleep; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings; and withered murder, Alarimed by his sentinel, the wolf,
Enter LADY Macbeth. Lady M. That which hath made them drunk,
hath made me bold : What hath quenched them, hath given me fire.
Hark! Peace! It was the owl that shrieked; the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is
about it: The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores: I have
drugged their possets, That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live or die.
Macb. [within.] Who's there? what, ho!
Lady M. Alack! I am afraid they have awaked, And 't is not done:—the attempt, and not the deed, Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready; He could not miss them.-Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had done 't.-My husband?
Scene III.-The same.
Enter a Porter. [Knocking within. Port. 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-porterit no further: I had thought to have let in some of all professions that go primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. [Knocking.] Anon, anon; I pray you, remember the porter.
[Opens the gate.
Balm of hurt minds, great Nature's second
Lady M. What do you mean?
the house : “ Glamis hath murdered sleep; and therefore
Cawdor Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no
more!" Lady M. Who was it that thus cried? Why,
worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things. Go, get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the
place? They must lie there: go, carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood.
Macb. I'll go no more :
Infirm of purpose !
dead Are but as pictures : 't is the eye of childhood, That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
[Exit. Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking ? How is 't with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out
mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No; this my hand will
Re-enter Lady Macbeth.
knocking At the south entry. Retire we to our chamber. A little water clears us of this deed : How easy is it then? Your constancy Hath left you unattended. (Knocking.] Hark!
more knocking : Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, And shew us to be watchers. Be not lost So poorly in your thoughts. Macb. To know my deed, 't were best not know myself.
[Knock. Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst!
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 awaked him; here he comes.
Enter Macbeth. Len. Good-morrow, noble sir. Macb. Good-morrow, both.
Macd. 0, gentle lady, 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak: The repetition, in a woman's ear, Would murder as it fell.–0 Banquo! Banquo!
Enter BANQUO. Our royal master 's murdered !
Lady M. Woe, alas ! What, in our house?
Ban. Too cruel, anywhere. Dear Duff, I pr'y thee, contradict thyself, And say,
it is not so.
Macd. Is the King stirring, worthy thane?
him; I have almost slipped the hour.
Macb. I'll bring you to him.
Macd. I know this is a joyful trouble to you; But yet 't is one.
Macb. The labour we delight in, physics pain. This is the door.
Macd. I'll make so bold to call,
Len. Goes the King hence to day?
Len. The night has been unruly: where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down: and, as they say, Lamentings heard i' the air; strange screams of
death; And prophesying, with accents terrible, Of dire combustion, and confused events, New hatched to the woful time. The obscure bird Clamoured the livelong night: some say,
the earth Was feverous, and did shake.
Macb. "T was a rough night.
Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel A fellow to it.
Re-enter Macbeth and LENOX. Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blesséd time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys: renown and grace is dead; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Re-enter Macduff. Macd. O horror! horror! horror! Tongue, nor
heart, Cannot conceive, nor name thee! Macb.
What's the matter? Len. Macd. Confusion now hath made his master
Macb. What is 't you say? the life?
your sight With a new Gorgon: Do not bid me speak; See, and then speak yourselves. Awake! awake!
[Exeunt Macbeth and Lenox. 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 rings.
Enter Malcolm and DonalBain. Don. What is amiss!
Macb. You are, and do not know it: The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood Is stopped; the very source of it is stopped.
Macd. Your royal father 's murdered.
tracted: No man's life was to be trusted with them.
Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
Macd. Wherefore did you so ?
Lady M. Help me hence, ho!
Mal. Why do we hold our tongues,
Don. What should be spoken here, Where our fate, hid in an augre-hole,
Enter Lady Macbeth. Lady M. What's the business, That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley The sleepers of the house? speak, speak.
May rush and seize us? Let 's away; our tears
Mal. Nor our strong sorrow
(Lady Macbeth is carried out.
Macb. And so do I.
[Exeunt all but Malcolm and Don AlbaIN. Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort with
them : To shew an unfelt sorrow, is an office Which the false man does easy. I'll to England.
Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune Shall keep us both the safer: where we are, There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, The nearer bloody.
Mal. This murderous shaft that's shot Hath not yet lighted; and our safest way Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse; And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, But shift away : there's warrant in that theft, Which steals itself when there's no mercy left.
That darkness does the face of earth intomb,
Old M. "T is unnatural,
strange and certain), Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Turned wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make War with mankind.
Old M. 'Tis said, they eat each other. Rosse. They did so; to the amazement of mine
eyes, That looked upon't. Here comes the good Macduff:
Macd. Why, see you not?
Rosse. Alas the day! What good could they pretend ?
Macd. They were suborned :
Rosse. 'Gainst nature still:
Macd. He is already named ; and gone to Scone To be invested.
Rosse. Where is Duncan's body?
Macd. Carried to Colm-kill;
Rosse. Will you to Scone?
there;--adieu ! -
Rosse. Farewell, father.
those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes.
Scene IV.-Without the Castle.
Enter Rosse and an Old Man. Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember
well : Within the volume of which time I have seen Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore
night Hath trifled former knowings. Rosse.
Ah, good father, Thou see'st, the heavens, as troubled with man's act, Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock 't is day, And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp. I: it night's predominance, or the day's shame,