SCENE III. The same. Enter a Porter. 2 [Knocking within. Porter. 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, is the name of Belzebub? Here's a farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty. Come in time; have napkins enough about you; here you'll sweat for't. [Knocking.] Knock, knock. Who's there, i' the other devil's 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; herc 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? 1 i. e. frequent. 2 i. e. handkerchiefs. In the dictionaries of the time sudarium is rendered by "napkin or handkerchief, wherewith we wipe away the sweat." 3 i. e. a Jesuit. That order was held in odium in the reigns of Elizabeth and James. 4 So in Hamlet : "Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads." And in All's Well that Ends Well:-"The flowery way that leads to the great fire." 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. 2 Macd. I believe drink gave thee the lie, last night. Port. That it did, sir, i' the very throat o' me. But I requited him for his lie; and, I think, being too strong for him, though he took up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him. Macd. Is thy master stirring?— Our knocking has awaked him; here he comes. Enter MACBETH. Len. Good-morrow, noble sir! Macb. Good-morrow, both! Not yet. Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane? I have almost slipped the hour. Macb. I'll bring you to him. Macd. I know this is a joyful trouble to you; But yet, 'tis one. Macb. The labor, we delight in, physics3 pain. This is the door. Len. Goes the king hence to-day? He does ;-he did appoint so. 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, Of dire combustion, and confused events, The obscure bird Clamnored the livelong night; some say the earth Macb. 'Twas a rough night. Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel A fellow to it. Re-enter MACDUFF. Macd. O horror! horror! horror! tongue, nor heart, Cannot conceive, nor name thee! Macb. Len. What's the matter? Macd. Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence The life o' the building. Macb. What is't you say? The life? Len. Mean you his majesty? Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight With a new Gorgon.-Do not bid me speak; See and then speak yourselves.-Awake! awake!- [Bell rings. Enter LADY MACBETH. Lady M. What's the business, O, gentle lady, 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak. The repetition in a woman's ear, Would murder as it fell.O Banquo! Banquo! Dear Duff, I pr'ythee, contradict thyself, Re-enter MACBETH and Lenox. Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality. All is but toys renown and grace is dead; Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN. Don. What is amiss? Macb. You are, and do not know it. The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood Macd. Your royal father's murdered. Mal. O, by whom? 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 They stared, and were distracted; no man's life Macb. O, yet, I do repent me of my fury, That I did kill them. Macd. Wherefore did you so? Macb. Who can be wise, amazed, temperate, and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man. Outran the pauser reason.―Here lay Duncan, And his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature, Lady M. Macd. Look to the lady. Mal. Help me hence, ho! Why do we hold our tongues, That most may claim this argument for ours? Here, where our fate, hid in an auger2-hole, May rush, and seize us? Let's away; our tears Mal. Upon the foot of motion. Ban. Nor our strong sorrow [LADY MACBETH is carried out. Look to the lady ;— And when we have our naked frailties hid, And question this most bloody piece of work, To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us : 1 "Breeched with gore," covered with blood to their hilts. |