に SCENE III. Balm of hurt minds, great Nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast; "- "Glamis hath murdered sleep; and therefore Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no Lady M. Who was it that thus cried? Why, You do unbend your noble strength, to think They must lie there: go, carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Mach. I'll go no more : I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on 't again, I dare not. Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis 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. Mach. Whence is that knocking? mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine, Re-enter Lady MМАСВЕТИ. Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but To wear a heart so white. [Knock.] I hear a At the south entry. Retire we to our chamber. How easy is it then? Your constancy Hath left you unattended. [Knocking.] Hark! more knocking: Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, So poorly in your thoughts. Mach. To know my deed, 't were best not know myself. [Knock. Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou [Exeunt. couldst! 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 Beelzebub? Here's a farmer that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty: Come in time; have napkins enough Knock, knock: who's there i' the other devil's about you; here you 'll sweat for 't. [Knocking.] 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: O, 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-porter it no further: I had thought to have let in some of all professions that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. [Knocking.] Anon, anon; I pray you, remember the porter. [Opens the gate. 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 Port. That it did, sir, i' the very throat o' me: Macd. Is thy master stirring?— Our knocking has awaked him; here he comes. Enter MACВЕТН. Len. Good-morrow, noble sir. Good-morrow, both. : Macd. I 'll make so bold to call, For 't is my limited service. [Exit MACDUFF. 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, Macb. '"T was a rough night. Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel A fellow to it. Macd. Confusion now hath made his master- Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope Mach. What is 't you say? the life? Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy 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! To countenance this horror! 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, 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. Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN. Don. What is amiss! You are, and do not know it: The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood Mal. Len. Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had done't: Their hands and faces were all badged with blood, So were their daggers, which, unwiped, we found Upon their pillows: they stared, and were dis tracted: Ban. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, As the weird women promised; and I fear And set me up in hope? But, hush; no more. Senet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as King; LADY MACBETH, as Queen; Lenox, Rosse, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants. Mach. Here's our chief guest. Lady M. If he had been forgotten, It had been as a gap in our great feast, And all things unbecoming. Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir, And I'll request your presence. Ban. Let your highness Command upon me; to the which, my duties Are with a most indissoluble tie For ever knit. upon us. you. [Exeunt LADY MACBETH, Lords, Ladies, &c. Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men our pleasure? Attend. They are, my lord, without the palace Macb. Bring them before us. - [Exit Attendant. But to be safely thus.-Our fears in Banquo And, to that dauntless temper of his mind, Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind; And champion me to the utterance! Who's there? Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers. Now to the door, and stay there till we call. [Exit Attendant. Was it not yesterday we spoke together? 1st Mur. It was, so please your highness. Macb. Have you considered of my speeches? Know instruments; Who wrought with them; and all things else, that might, To half a soul, and to a notion crazed, Say, "Thus did Banquo." 1st Mur. You made it known to us. Macb. I did so; and went further, which is now Our point of second meeting. Do you find Your patience so predominant in your nature, That you can let this go? Are you so gospelled, To pray for this good man, and for his issue, Whose heavy hand hath bowed you to the grave, And beggared yours for ever? 1st Mur. We are men, my liege. Macb. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are cleped That writes them all alike: and so of men. And not in the worst rank of manhood, say it; 2nd Mur. I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed, that I am reckless what 1st Mur. And I another, So weary with disasters, tugged with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance, Macb. Both of you Know Banquo was your enemy. 2nd Mur. True, my lord. Macb. So is he mine: and in such bloody dis That every minute of his being thrusts tance, 2nd Mur. We shall, my lord, Macb. Your spirits shine through you. With- ! ! i ! |