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SCENE II.-The same.

Macb. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep

no more! Enter Lady Macbeth.

Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep; Lady M. That, which hath made them drunk, Sleep, that knits up the ravelld sleave of care, hath made me bold :

The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, What hath quench'd them, hath given me Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second courke, fire :-Hark !—Peace!

Chief nourisher in life's feast ;It was the owl that shriek’d; the fatal bellman, Lady M. What do you mean? Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more! to all the about it:

house : The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms Glamis hath murder'd sleep; and therefore Caudar Do mock their charge with snores: I have Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more! drugg’d their possets,

Lady M. Who was it, that thus cried? Why, That death and nature do contend about them, worthy thane, Whether they live, or die.

You do unbend your nobie strength, to think Macb. [Within.] Who's there?-what, ho! So brainsickly of things :-Go, get some water,

Lady M. Alack ! Iam afraid they have awak’d, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. And 'tis not done :—the attempt, and not the Why did you bring these daggers from the place? deed,

They must lie there: Go, carry them; and Confounds us :-Hark!-I laid their daggers ready,

The sleepy grooms with blood.
He could not miss them.--Had he not resembled Macb. I'll go no more:
My father as he slept, I had done't.-My hus. I am afraid to think what I have done ;

Look on't again, I dare not.

Lady M. Infirm of purpose !

Give me the daggers: The sleeping, and the dead, Macb. I have done the deed : Didst thou not Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood, hear a noise ?

That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the r'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,

For it must seem their guilt. Did not you speak ?

[Erit. Knocking within. Macb. When?

Macb. Whence is that knocking ? Lady M. Now.

How is't with me, when every noise appals me? Macb. As I descended ?

What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out Lady M. Ay.

mine eyes! Macb. Hark !

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Who lies i'the second chamber?

Clean from my hand ? No; this my hand will Lady M. Donalbain.

rather Macb. This is a sorry sight.

The multitudinous seas incarnardine, [Looking on his hands. Making the green-one red. ady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.

Re-enter Lady MACBETH. Macb. There's one did laugh in's sleep, and Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but one cry'd murder!

I shame That they did wake each other ; I stood and To wear a heart so white. [Knock.] I hear a heard them :

knocking But they did say their prayers, and address'a At the south entry :-retire we to our chamber : them

A little water clears us of this deed : Again to sleep.

How easy is it then? Your constancy Lady M. There are two lodg’d together. Hath left you unattended.—[Knocking.] Hark! Macb. One cried, God bless us ! and, Amen, more knocking: the other ;

Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, As they had seen me with these hangman's And show us to be watchers:-Be not lost hands.

So poorly in your thoughts. Listening their fear, I could not say, amen, Mach. To know my deed,—'twere best not When they did say, God bless us.

know myself.

[Knack. Lady M. Consider it not so deeply.

Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce, thou could'st!

[Ercant. amen? I had most need of blessing, and amen

SCENE III.-The same.
Stuck in my throat.
Lady M. These deeds must not be thought

Enter a Porter. [Knocking within After these ways; so, it will make us mad. Porter. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man

were porter of hell-gate, he should have old Macd. I know, this is a joyful trouble to you; turning the key.. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, But yet, 'tis one. knock: Who's there, i'the name of Belzebub? Macb. The labour we delight in, physicks Here's a farmer, that hang'd himself on the pain. expectation of plenty: Come in time; have This is the door. napkins enough about you ; here you'll sweat Macd. I'll make so bold to call, for't. [Knocking.] Knock, knock : Who's there, For 'tis my limited service. [Erit Macduff: i'the other devil's name? 'Faith, here's an equi Len. Goes the king vocator, that could swear in both the scales From hence to-day ? against either scale ; who committed treason Macb. He does :-he did appoint it so. enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate Len. The night has been unruly: Where we to heaven : 0, come in, equivocator. [Knock

lay, ing.] Knock, knock, knock : Who's there ? Our chimneys were blown down : and, as they 'Faith, here's an English tailor come hither, for say, stealing out of a French hose : Come in, tailor; Lamentings heard i'the air ; strange screams of here you may roast your goose. [Knocking. 1

death; Knock, knock : Never at quiet! What are you? And prophecying, with accents terrible, -But this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil- of dire combustion, and confus'd events, porter it no further : I had thought to have let New hatch'd to the woeful time. The obscure in some of all professions, that go the primrose bird way to the everlasting bonfire. [Knocking:] Clamour’d the live-long night: Some say, the Anon, anon; I pray you, remember the porter. earth

[Opens the gate. Was feverous, and did shake.

Macb. 'Twas a rough night.

Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went A fellow to it.

to bed, That you do lie so late?

Re-enter MACDUFF. Port. 'Faith, sir, we were carousing till the Macd. O horror ! horror ! horror! Tongue, second cock : and drink, sir, is a great provoker nor heart, of three things.

Cannot conceive, nor name thee! Macd. What three things does drink espe Macb. Len. What's the matter? cially provoke.

Macd. Confusion now hath made his masterPort. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and piece! urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unpro- Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope vokes : it provokes the desire, but it takes away The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence the performance: Therefore much drink may The life o'the building. be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it Macb. What is't you say? the life? makes him, and it mars him ; it sets him on, Len. Mean you his majesty ? and it takes him off; it persuades him, and dis Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy heartens him; makes him stand to, and not

your sight stand to: in conclusion, equivocates him in a With a new Gorgon :-Do not bid me speak; sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him. See, and then speak yourselves. — Awake !

Macd. I believe, drink gave thee the lie last Awake !- [Exeunt Macbeth and Lenor. night.

Ring the alarum-bell :-Murder ! and treason ! Port. That it did, sir, i'the very throat o' Banquo, and Donalbain ! Malcolm ! awake! me : But I requited him for his lie; and, I Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, think, being too strong for him, though he took And look on death itself-up, up, and see up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast The great doom's image!-Malcolm! Banquo ! him.

As from your graves rise up, and walk like Macd. Is thy master stirring ?

sprights, Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes. To countenance this horror! [Bell rings. Enter MACBETH.

Enter Lady MACBETH.
Len. Good-morrow, noble sir !
Macb. Good-morrow, both !

Lady M. What's the business,
Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane ? That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley

The sleepers of the house ? speak, speak, Macd. He did command me to call timely on Maod. O, gentle lady,

'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak : I have almost slipp'd the hour.

The repetition, in a woman's car, Macb. IV bring you to him.

Would murder as it fell.-0 Banquo! Banquo !

Macb. Not yet.

him ;

And when we have our naked frailties bid, Enter BanQUO.

That suffer in exposure, let us meet, Qur royal master's murder’d!

And question this most bloody piece of work, Lady M. Woe, alus !

To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us: What, in our house?

In the great hand of God I stand ; and, thence, Ban. Too cruel, any where.

Against the undivulg'd pretence I fight
Dear Duff, I pr’ythee, contradict thyself, Of treasonous malice.
And say, it is not so.

Macb. And so do I.

AU. So all.
Re-enter Macbeth and LENOX.

Mach. Let's briefly put on manly readiness Macb. Had I but died an hour before this And meet i'the hall together. chance,

All. Well contented. I had liv'd a blessed time ; for, from this instant,

[Exeunt all but Mal. and Dor. There's nothing serious in mortality :

Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort All is but toys: renown, and grace, is dead ;

with them : The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees

To show an unfelt sorrow, is an office Is left this vault to brag of.

Which the false man does easy: I'll to England.

Don. To Ireland, I; our separate fortune Enter DIALCOLM and DonalBAIN. Shall keep us both the safer : where we are, Don. What is amiss ?

There's daggers in men's smiles: the near iş Macb. You are, and do not know it:

blood, The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood The nearer bloody: Is stopp'd: the very source of it is stopp'.

Mal. This murderous shaft, that's shot, Macd. Your royal father's murder'd. Hath not yet lighted; and our safest way Mal, 0, by whom?

Is, to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse ; Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem’d, had And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, done't:

But shift away: There's warrant in that theft, Their hands and faces were all badg’d with Which steals itself, when there's no mercy lett. blood,

[Escunt. So were their daggers, which, unwip'd, we found Upon their pillows:

SCENE IV.-Without the castle.
They star'd, and were distracted; no man's life

Enter Rosse and an Old Man.
Was to be trusted with them.
Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury,

Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember That I did kill them.

well : Macd. Wherefore did you so ?

Within the volume of which time I have seen Macb. Who can be wise, amaz’d, temperate, Hours dreadful, and things strange ; but this and furious,

sore night Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man:

Hath trifled former knowings. The expedition of my violent love

Rosse. Ah, good father, Out-ran the pauser reason.-Here lay Duncan, Thou see'st, the heavens, as troubled with man's His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood;

act, And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in na Threaten his bloody stage ; by the clock 'tis day, ture,

And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp: For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the mur Is it night's predominance, or the day's shame, derers,

That darkness does the face of earth intomb, Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers When living light should kiss it? Unmannerly breech'd with gore: Who could Old M. 'Tis unnatural, refrain,

Even like the deed, that's done. On Tuesday That had a heart to love, and in that heart

last, Courage, to make his love known ?

A falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place, Lady M. Help me hence, ho!

Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at, and kill'd. Macd. Look to the lady.

Rosse. And Duncan's horses, (a thing most Mal. Why do we hold our tongues,

strange and certain,) That most may claim this argument for ours ? Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Don. What should be spoken here,

Turn’d wild in nature, broke their stalls, fung Where our fate, hid within an augre-hole,

out, May rush, and seize us ? Let’s away; our tears Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would Are not yet brew'd.

make Mal. Nor our strong sorrow on

War with mankind. The foot of motion.

OU M. 'Tis said, they eat each other. Ban. Look to the lady:

Rosse. They did so, to the amazement of [Ludy Macbeth is carried out.

mine eyes,

That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Mac Macd. He is already nam’d; and gone te duff :


To be invested.
Enter Macduff.

Rosse. Where is Duncan's body?
How goes the world, sir, now?

Macd. Carried to Colmes-kill; Macd. Why, see you not ?

The sacred storehouse of his predecessors, Rosse. Is't known, who did this more than And guardian of their bones. bloody deed ?

Rosse. Will you to Scone? Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain.

Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife. Rosse. Alas, the day !

Rosse. Well, I will thither. What good could they pretend ?

Macd. Well, may you see things well done Macd. They were suborn'd:

there ;-adieu ! Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons, Lest our old robes sit easier than our new! Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them Rosse. Father, farewell. Suspicion of the deed.

Old M. God's benison go with you; and with Rosse. 'Gainst nature still :

those, Thriftless ambition, that wilt raven up That would make good of bad, and friends of Thine own life's means !—Then, 'tis most like, foes !

[Exeunt. The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth,


SCENE I.-Fores. A room in the palace. 'Twixt this and supper : go not my horse the

better, Enter BANQUO.

I must become a borrower of the night, Ban. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Gla- For a dark hour, or twain. mis, all,

Macb. Fail not our feast. As the weird women promis'd; and, I fear, Ban. My lord, I will not. Thou play’dst most foully for't: yet it was said, Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are bem It should not stand in thy posterity;

stow'd But that myself should be the root, and father In England, and in Ireland ; not confessing Of many kings. If there come truth from them, Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers (As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine,) With strange invention : But of that to-morrow; Why, by the verities on thee made good, When, therewithal, we shall have cause of state, May they not be my oracles as well,

Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: Adieu, And set me up in hope ? But, hush; no more. Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with Senet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as King ;

you? Lady Macbeth, as Queen ; Lenox, Rosse,

Ban. Ay, my good lord : our time does call

upon us. Lords, Ladies, and Attendants.

Macb. I wish your horses swift, and sure of Macb. Here's our chief guest.

foot ; Lady M. If he had been forgotten,

And so I do commend you to their backs. It had been as a gap in our great feast,


[Erit Banquo. And all things unbecoming.

Let every man be master of his time, Mach. To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir, Till seven at night: to make society And I'll request your presence.

The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself Ban. Let your highness

Till supper-time alone : while then, God be Command upon me; to the which, my duties Are with a most indissoluble tie

[Exeunt Lady Macbeth, Lords, Ladies, &c. For ever knit.

Sirrah, a word : Attend those men our pleasure? Macb. Ride you this afternoon ?

Atten. They are, my lord, without the palace Ban. Ay, my good lord.

gate. Macb. We should have else desir'd your good Mach. Bring them before us.—[Exit Atten.] advice

To be thus, is nothing ; (Which still hath been both grave and pros- But to be safely thus:-Our fears in Banquo perous)

Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow. Reigns that, which would be fear'd: 'Tis much Is't far you ride ?

he dares; Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time. And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,

with you.

He hath a wisdom, that doth guide his valour Particular addition, from the bill
To act in safety. There is none, but he, That writes them all alike: and so of men.
Whose being I do fear : and, under him, Now, if you have a station in the file,
My genius is rebuk’d; as, it is said,

And not in the worst rank of manhood, say it; Mark Antony's was by Cæsar. He chid the And I will put that business in your bosoms, sisters,

Whose execution takes your enemy off ; When first they put the name of king upon me, Grapples you to the heart and love of us, And bade them speak to him; then, prophet- Who wear our health but sickly in his life, like,

Which in his death were perfect.
They hail'd him father to a line of kings: 2 Mur. I am one, my liege,
Upon my head they plac'd a fruitless crown, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,

Have so incens'd, that I am reckless what
Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, I do, to spite the world.
No son of mine succeeding. If it be so,

1 Mur. And I another,
For Banquo's issue have I fild my mind; So weary with disasters, tugg’d with fortune,
For them the gracious Duncan have I murder’d; That I would set my life on any chance,
Put rancours in the vessel of my peace

To mend it, or be rid on't. Only for them; and mine eternal jewel

Macb. Both of you Given to the common enemy of man,

Know, Banquo was your enemy. To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings ! 2 Mur. True, my lord. Rather than so, come, fate, into the list,

Macb. So is he 'mine ; and in such bloody And champion me to the utterance !-- Who's distance, there?

That every minute of his being thrusts

Against my near’st of life: And though I could Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers.

With bare-fac'd power sweep him from my sight, Now to the door, and stay there till we call. And bid my will avouch it; yet I must not,

[Exit Attendant. For certain friends, that are both his and mine, Was it not yesterday we spoke together ? Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall

1 Mur. It was, so please your highness. Whom I myself struck down : and thence it is, Macb. Well then, now

That I to your assistance do make love; Have you consider'd of my speeches ? Know, Masking the business from the common eye, That it was he, in the times past, which held | For sundry weighty reasons. you

2 Mur. We shall, my lord, So under fortune ; which, you thought, had been Perform what you command us. Our innocent self: this I made good to you 1 Mur. Though our lives, In our last conference ; pass’d in probation with Macb. Your spirits shine through you. Withyou,

in this hour, at most, How you were borne in hand; how cross'd; I will advise you where to plant yourselves. the instruments;

Acquaint you with the perfect spy o'the time, Who wrought with them; and all things else, The moment on't ; for’t must be done to-night, that might,

And something from the palace; always thought, To half a soul, and a notion craz'd,

That I require a clearness : And with him, Say, Thus did Banquo.

(To leave no rubs, nor botches, in the work,) i Mur. You made it known to us.

Fleance his son, that keeps him company, Macb. I did so; and went further, which is Whose absence is no less material to me now

Than is his father's, must embrace the fate Our point of second meeting. Do you find Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart; Your patience so predominant in your nature, I'll come to you anon. That you can let this go? Are you so gospell’d, 2 Mur. We are resolv’d, To pray for that good man, and for his issue, Macb. I'll call upon you straight; abide Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave,

within. And beggar'd yours for ever?

It is concluded :- Banquo, thy soul's flight, 1 Mur. We are men, my liege.

If it find heaven, must find it out to-night. Macb. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men ;

[Ereurt. As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,

SCENE II.-The same. Another room. Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are cleped

Enter Lady Macbeth and a Servant. All by the name of dogs : the valued file

Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court? Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, Serv. Ay, madam, but returns again to-night. The house-keeper, the hunter, every one Lady M. Say to the king, I would attend bis According to the gift, which bounteous nature leisure Hath in him clos'd; whereby he does receive For a few words.

my lord.

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