King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor? Lady M. Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt,* King. Give me your hand; Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, [Flourish of Trumpets and Drums —Exeunt through Scene VII.—Macbeth's Castle at Inverness. Mach. If it 'were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well, It were done quickly. If the assassination * Account † Intercept. ‡ Extinction. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, And falls on the other side—How now! what news? Enter Lady Macbeth, R. Lady M. He has almost supped: why have you left the chamber ? Macb. Hath he asked for me ? Lady M. Know you not, he has? Macb. We will proceed no further in this business: Lady M. Was the hope drunk Macb. 'Pr'ythee, peace: Lady M. What beast was it, then, As you have done to this! Macb. If we should fail— Lady M. We fail l.-- But screw your courage to the sticking place, Macb. Bring forth men-children only! Lady M. Who dares receive it other, Macb. I am settled; and bend up [Exeunt, R. END OF ACT I. ACT II. Scene I.—Macbeth's Castle at Inverness.—The Gallery Enter Banquo and Fleance, with a Torch, R. Ban. How goes the night, boy? Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock Ban. And she goes down at twelve. *From Alembick, a still. † Murder. Fle. I take't, 'tis later, sir. /•'.,',-,', There's husbandry in Heaven—- Enter Seyton, with a Torch, and Macbeth, L. Who's there? Mad. A friend. Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest 1 The King's abed: He hath been in unusual pleasure, and Sent forth great largess* to your officers: This diamond he greets your wife withal, By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up f In measureless content. Macb. Being unprepared, Ban. All's well.— I dreamed last night of the three weird sisters: Macb. I think not of them: Ban. At your kind'st leisure. Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, Ban. So I lose none, Macb. Good repose, the while! Ban. Thanks, sir: the like to you! [Exeunt Fleance and Banquo, up stairs, L. Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell.—Get thee to bed. [Exit Seyton, L. Is this a dagger which I see before me, « * Large sse, (French) gift, present. 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 sight1? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'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 I Thus to mine eyes.—Now o'er the one half world, Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtained sleep; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings; and withered murder, Alarumed by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, Towards 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 whereabout, And take the present horror from the time Which now suits with it. [ Clock strikes Two. 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! [Exit, L.—Thunder and Lightning. Enter Lady Macbeth, L. Lady M. That which hath made them drunk, hath made me bold; What hath quenched them, hath given me fire :—Hark'. —Peace! It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night—[Crossing, R.]—He is ab mt it; The doors are open, and the surfeited grooms possets, |