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SCENE III.-The same.

Enter a PORTER.-[Knocking within.] ter. Here's a knocking indeed! If a man porter of hell-gate, he should have old turnne key. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock: s there, i' the name of Belzebub? Here's a er, that hang'd himself on the expectation of y: come in time; have napkins enough about here you'll sweat for't. [Knocking.] Knock, :-Who's there, i' the other devil's name? , here's an equivocator, that could swear in the scales against either scale; who commiteason enough for God's sake, yet could not ocate to heaven: O, come in, equivocator. king.] Knock, knock: Who's there? 'Faith, san English tailor come hither, for stealing f a French hose: come in, tailor; here you roast your goose. [Knocking.] Knock, knock: rat quiet! What are you?-But this place is too for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further: I had tht to have let in some of all professions, that te primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. king.] Anon, anon; I pray you, remember the [Opens the Gate.

г.

Enter MACDUFF and LENOX.

cd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, you do lie so late?

rt. 'Faith, Sir, we were carousing 'till the secock: and drink, Sir, is a great provoker of e things.

cd. What three things does drink especially

oke?

rt. Marry, Sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. ery, Sir, it provokes, and unprovokes: it pros the desire, but it takes away the perform: therefore, much drink may be said to be quivocator with lechery: it makes him, and ars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it uades him, and disheartens him; makes him d to, and not stand to: in conclusion, equivos him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves

acd. I believe, drink gave thee the lie last night.

Frequent.
Cock-crowing.

+ Handkerchiefs.

Lady M. What do you mean?

Macb. Still it cried, Steep no more! to all the

house:

Glamis hath murder'd sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more! Lady M. Who was it, that thus cried? Why,

worthy thane,

You do unbend your noble strength, to think
So brainsickly of things:-Go, get some water,
And wash this filthy witness from your hand.-
Why did you bring these daggers from the place?
They must lie there: Go, carry them; and smear
The sleepy grooms with blood.

Macb. I'll go no more:

I am afraid to think what I have done;
Look on't again, I dare not.

Lady M. 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.

Macb. Whence is that knocking! How is't with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine

eyes!

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine *,

Making the green-one red.

Re-enter Lady MACBETH.

Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heartso white. [Knock.] I hear a knocking At the south entry:-Retire we to our chamber: A little water clears us of this deed:

How easy is it then? Your constancy

Hath left you unattended.-[Knocking.] Hark!

more knocking:

Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us,

And shew us to be watchers:-Be not lost

So poorly in your thoughts.

Macb. To know my deed, -'twere best not know

myself.

[Knock.

thou couldst!

Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would

• To incarnardine, is to stain of a flesh-colour.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.-The same.

Enter a PORTER.-[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, i'the name of Belzebub? Here's a farmer, that hang'd himself on the expectation of plenty : come in time; have napkins tenough 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: 0, come in, equivocator. [Knocking.] 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 night. + Handkerchiefs.

• Frequent. Cock-crowing.

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!

Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane?!

Macb. Not yet.

Macd. He did command me to call timely on him; I have almost slipp'd 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 labour we delight in, physics pain. This is the door.

Macd. I'll make so bold to call,

For 'tis my limited service t.

Len. Goes the king

From hence to-day.

[Exit Macduff.

Macb. 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 prophecying, with accents terrible,

Of dire combustion, and confused events,

New hatch'd to the woeful time. The obscure bird Clamour'd the live-long night: some say, the earth Was feverous, and did shake.

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 master-piece!

i. e. Affords a cordial to it.
Appointed service.

The use of two negatives, not to make an affirmative, but to deny more strongly, is common in

our author.