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.
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
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.
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.
de host; we love him highly, our graces towards him.
VII. The same. A Room in the Castle.
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,
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 ?
I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none.
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
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,
E I. The same. Court within the Castle.
and FLEANCE, and a Servant with a torch before
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
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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