Will I with wine and wassel1 so convince,2 Macb. Bring forth men-children only! For thy undaunted mettle should compose L. Macb. Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamor roar Upon his death? Macb. I am settled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show: False face must hide what the false heart doth know. [Exeunt. 3 Sentinel. 6 Supposed. A limbeck is a vessel through which distilled liquors pass 1 Intemperance. into the recipient. 2 Overpower. 5 Murder. ACT II. The same. SCENE I. Court within the castle. Enter BANQUO and FLEANCE, and a Servant with a torch before them. Ban. How goes the night, boy? Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. Ban. And she goes down at twelve. Fle. I take 't, 'tis later, sir. Ban. Hold, take my sword :-There's husbandry 1 in heaven; Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too. Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch. Who's there? Macb. A friend. 1 Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed. 1 Thrift. He hath been in unusual pleasure, and Sent forth great largess to your officers: 1 By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up Macb. Being unprepared, Our will became the servant to defect; Ban. All's well. Macb. I think not of them: Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, Would spend it in some words upon that business, you would grant the time. If Ban. At your kind'st leisure. Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent,-when 'tis, It shall make honor for you. Ban. So I lose none, In seeking to augment it, but still keep Macb. Good repose the while! Ban. Thanks, sir; the like to you! [Exit Banquo. Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, 1 Officers here signify household servants. Get thee to bed. [Exit Servant. She strike upon the bell. 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, Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Thus to mine eyes. Now, o'er the one half world Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, And take the present horror from the time, lives; Whiles I threat, he Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. [a bell rings. [Exit. SCENE II. The same. Enter LADY MACBETH. L. Macb. That which hath made them drunk, hath made me bold; What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire.— It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live or die. Macb. [within.] Who's there?—what, ho! L. Macb. Alack! I am afraid they have awaked, And 'tis not done :—the attempt, and not the deed, |