Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men you Macb. We will speak further. To alter favor ever is to fear: Leave all the rest to me. Only look up clear. [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. The 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, Enter Lady Macbeth. Dun. See, see! our honor'd hostess! Lady M. All our service In every point twice done, and then done double, Were poor and single business to contend Against those honors 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. Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor? And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him Lady M. Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, 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. [Exeunt 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, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,— Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself, And falls on the other.-How now, what news? Enter Lady МАСВЕТН. 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 ? Macb. We will proceed no further in this business : He hath honor'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. Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since? Macb. Pr'ythee, peace: What beast was it then, I dare do all that may become a man; Macb. Lady M. If we should fail, We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking place, * From Alembic, a still. Their drenched natures lie, as in a death, Macb. Will it not be receiv'd, When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two Lady M. 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. ACT II. SCENE I.-The same. Court within the Castle. [Exeunt 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, 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: He hath been in unusual pleasure, and Sent forth great largess to your offices: This diamond he greets your wife withal, By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: Macb. I think not of them: Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, 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 I shall be counsel'd. Macb. Ban. Thanks, sir: The like to you! Good repose, the while! [Exit BAN. Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. [Exit Serv. 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 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, Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one half world Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, Which now suits with it.-Whiles I threat, he lives; Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. I Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. go, and it is done; the bell invites me; [A bell rings. [Exit |