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But be the serpent under it. He that's coming
Must be provided for : and you shall put
This night's great business into my dispatch;
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
Macb. We will speak further.

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Only look up clear.

SCENE VI.- The same. Before the Castle
Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending.

Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENOX
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,
By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath
Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, buttress,
No coigne of vantage, but this bird hath made
His pendent bed, and procreant cradle: Where they
Most breed and haunt, I have observ'd the air
Is delicate.

Enter Lady Macbeth.

Dun. See, see! our honor'd hostess !
The love that follows us, sometimes is our trouble,
Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you,
How you shall bid Heaven yield us for your pains,
And thank us for your trouble.

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de host; we love him highly, our graces towards him.

Cess.

VII. The same. A Room in the Castle.

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es. Enter, and pass over the stage, a Sewer, and with dishes and service. Then enter MACBETH.

done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well

ly: If the assassination
the consequence, and catch,
success; that but this blow
and the end-all here,
3 bank and shoal of time,-
to come. But in these cases,
ment here; that we but teach
3, which being taught, return
ntor: This even-handed justice
Fredients of our poison'd chalice
He's here in double trust:
Kinsman and his subject,

t the deed: then, as his host,
st his murderer shut the door,
myself. Besides, this Duncan
ulties so meek, hath been
at office, that his virtues
gels, trumpet-tongued, against
on of his taking-off:
ked new-born babe,
or heaven's cherubim, hors'd
couriers of the air,

Lay M.

was поре

Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since ?
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely? From this time,
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valor,
As thou art in desire? Would'st thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem;
Letting I dare not wait upon I would,
Like the poor cat i' the adage ?

Macb.

Pr'ythee, peace:

I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none.

Lady M.

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.

Macb.

Lady M.

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,

* From Alembic, a still.

ACT II.

E I. The same. Court within the Castle.

and FLEANCE, and a Servant with a torch before

them.

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All's well.

* Murder.

uld free have wrought.

She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.

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

brain ?

To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind; a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
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,
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 curtain'd sleep; now witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,

Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, toward his design
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my where-about,
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.
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.

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