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How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : Would spend it in some words upon that busi I would, while it was smiling in my face,
ness, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless If you would grant the time. gums,
Ban. At your kind'st leisure. Aud dashed the brains out, had I 80 sword, as Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent, you
when 'uis, Have done to this.
It shall make honour for you. Macb. If we should fail,
Ban. So I lose none, Lady M. We fail!
In seeking to augment it, but still keep But screw your courage to the sticking place, My bosom francbis'd and allegiance clear, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep I shall be counsel'd. (Whereto the rather shall bis day's hard jour Macb. Good repose, the while ! ney
Ban. Thanks, Sir; The like to you! Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains
[Exit BANQUO. Will I with wine and wassel so convince, Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink That memory, the warder i of the brain,
is ready, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. A linbeck only : When in swinish sleep
(Exit Servant. Their drenched natures lie, as in a death, Is this a dagger, which I see before me, What cannot you and I perform upon
The bandle toward my band? Coine, let me The unguarded Duncan what not put upon
clutch thee :His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. of our great quell? 3
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible Macb. Bring forth men-children only!
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind; a false creation,
As this which now I draw. of his own chamber, and us'd their very day. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going ; gers,
And such an instrument I was to use. That they bave don't ?
Mine eyes are made the fools o'the other senses, Lady M. Who dares receive it other,
Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar And on thy blade and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Upou bis death?
Which was not so before.--There's no such Macb. I am settled, and bend up
thing; Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. It is the bloody business, which informs Away, and mock the time with fairest show: Thus to mine eyes.-Now o'er the one half False face must bide what the false heart doth
(Exeunt. Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates
Alarum'd by bis sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch, tbus with his stealthy
pace SCENE 1.-The same.-Court within the With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his Castle.
Moves like a ghost.--Thou sure and firm-set Enter BANQUo and FLEANCE, and a Servant,
earth, with a torch before them.
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for Bax. How goes the night, boy ?
fear Fle. The moon is down ; í bave not heard the Thy very stones prate of my where-about, clock.
And take the present horror froin the time, Ban. And she goes down at twelve.
Which now suits with it.-Whiles I threat, he Fle. I take't, 'tis later, Sir.
lives ; Ban. Hold, take my sword There's hus- Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath bandry | in heaven,
A bell rings. Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too. I go, and it is done! the bell invites me. A beavy summons lies like lead upou me,
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a kiell And yet I would not sleep : Merciful powers ! That summons thee to heaven or to hell. Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature
(Erit. Gives way to in repose !--Give me my sword ;
SCENE II.--The same.
Enter Lady MACBETH.
Lady M. That which hath made them drurik, Macb. A friend. .
hath made me bold : Ban. What, Sir, not yet at rest? The king's What hath quench'd them bath given me fire : a-bed :
-Hark! -Peace! He hath been in unusual pleasure, and
| It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, Sent forth great largess I to your offices ;
Whico gives the stern'st good pight. He is This diamond be greets your wife withal,
about it: By the name of most kind hostess ; and shut up The doors are open ; and the surfeited grooms In measureless content.
Do mock their charge with snores: I have Macb. Being unprepar'd,
drugg'd their possets, Our will became the servant to defect;
Tbat death and nature do contend about them, . Which else should free have wrought.
Whether they live, or die. Ban. All's well.
Macb. Within.) Who's there ?-wbat, ho ! I dreamt last vight of the three weird sisters :
Lady. M. Alack! I am afraid they have To you they have show'd some truth.
awak'd, Macb. I think not of thein :
And 'tis not done ;-the attempt, and not the • Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,
| Confounds us :-Hark 1–1 laid their daggers Intemperance.
ready, + Overpower.
# Sentinel. Murder,
Thrift, & Bounty.
He could not miss them.-Had he not resem. How is't with me, when every noise appals nie! bled
What hands are here! Ha! they pluck out My father as he slept, I had done't.--My hus
mine eyes! band 3
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand 1 No ; this my hand will Enter MACBETH.
rather Macb. I have done the deed :-Didst thou not | The multitudinous seas incarnardine, hear a noise ?
Making the green--one red. Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry.
Re-enter Lady MACBETH. Did not you speak?
Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but Macb. When ?
knocking Lady M. Now.
To wear a heart so white. (Knock.) I hear a Mach. As I descended !
At the south entry :-retire we to our chamber : Lady M. Ay,
A little water clears us of this deed : Jlacb. Hark!
How easy is it then? Your constancy Who lies i'the second chamber?
Hath left you unattended.--[Knocking] Hark! Lady M. Donalbain.
more knocking : Macb. This is a sorry sight.
Get on your nightgown, lest occasiou call us, Looking on his hands. And show us to be watchers :-Be not lost Lady M. A foolish ihonglit, to say a sorry So poorly in your thoughts. sight.
Macb. To know my deed,-'twere best not Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and
(Knock. one cried, murder!
Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would That they did wake each other; I stood and
[Exeunt. heard them: But they did say their prayers, and address'd
SCENE III.--The same. them Again to sleep.
Enter a PORTER.-[Knocking within.) Lady M. There are two lodg'd together.
Port. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man Macb. One cried, God bless us! and Amen, were porter of hell-gate, he should have old the other ;
turning the key. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, As they had seen me, with these hangman's knock : Who's there, i'the name of Belzebub ? hands,
Here's a farmer, that hanged hiinself on the exListening their fear-I could not say, Ainen,
pectation of plenty : Come in time ; have napWhen they did say, God bless us.
kins + enough about you ; here you'll sweat for't. Lady M. Consider it not so deeply.
(Knocking.) Knock, knock : Who's there, i'the Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce devil's name? 'Faith, here's an equivocator, Ainen ?
that could swear in both the scales against I had most reed of blessing, and Amen
either scale; who committed treason enough for Stuck in my throat.
God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven: Lady M. These deeds must not be thought O come in, eguivocator. (Knocking.) Kuock, After these ways; so, it will make us mad. knock, knock : Who's there? 'Faith here's an Macb. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep English tailor come hither for stealing out of a no more.
French hose : Come in, tailor; here you inay Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent roast your goose. [Knocking.) Knock, knock : sleep ;
Never at quiet! What are you But this place Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave 1 of is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no fur. care,
ther: I had thought to have let in some of all proThe death of each day's life, sore labour's fessions, that go the primrose way to tbe ever bath,
lasting bonfire. (Knocking.) Anon, anon ; I Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second pray you, remember the porter. course,
(Opens the gate. Chief nourisher in life's feast Lady M. What do you mean?
Enter MACDUFF and LENOX. Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more! to all Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went the house : That you do lie so late?
(to bed, Glamis hath murder'd sleep ; and therefore
Port.'Faith, Sir, we were carousing till the se• Cawdor
cond cock :t and drink, Sir, is a great provoker Slull sleep no more. Macbeth shull sleep no of three things. more!
Macd. What three things does drink espeLady M. Who was it that thus cried ? Why, cially provoke ? worthy thane,
Port. Marry, Sir, nose-painting, sleep, and You do unbend your noble strength, to think
urine. Lechery, Sir, it provokes and unpro. So brainsickly of things : Go, get some water, vokes: it provokes the desire, but it takes away And wash this filthy witness from your hand.
the performance : Therefore, much drink may Why did you bring these daggers from the
be said to be an equivocator with lechery : it place?
makes him, and it mars bim; it sets him on, They must lie there : Go, carry them; and
and it takes him off ; it persuades him, and dis. smear
heartens him ; makes him stand to, and not The sleepy grooms with blood.
stand to: in conclusion, eqnivocates himn in a Macb. l'll go no more :
sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him. I am afraid to think what I have done ;
Macd. I believe, drink gave thee the lie last Look on't again, I dare not.
night. Lady M. Infirm of purpose !
Port. That it did, Sir, i'the very throat o'me : Give me the daggers : The sleeping and the But I requited him for his lie; and, I think, dead
being too strong for him, though he took up Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood,
my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,
him. I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,
Macd. Is thy master stirring 1 For it must seem their guilt.
Our knocking has awak'd him ; here he comes. (Erit. Knocking within. Macb Whence is that knocking ?
+ Handkerchiefs. • As if, Sleare is uns rought silk
hiin; slipp'd theo him.
Dear Duff, I pr’ythee, contradict thyself,
And say, it is not so.
Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX.
Macb. Had I but died an hour before this Macd. He did commalıd me to call timely on
I had liv'd a blessed time ; for, from this in I have almost slipp'd the hour.
stant, Macb. I'll bring you to him.
There's nothing serious in mortality : Macd. I know, this is a joyful trouble to you: All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead; But yet 'tis one.
The wine of life is drawn, and the meer lees
Is left this vault to brag of.
Enter MALCOLM and DONALDAIN.
Don. What is apiiss ?
(Exit MacDUFF. Macb. You are, and do not know it: Len. Goes the king
The spring, the head, the fountain of your From hence to-day?
blood Macb. He does :- Ile did appoint it so.
Is stopp'd ; the very source of it is stopp'd. Len. The night has been unruly : Where Macd. Your royal father's murder'd. we lay,
Mal. Oh! by whom? Our chimueys were blown down : and, as they Len, Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had say,
[blood, Lamentings heard i'the air; strange screams Their hands and faces were all bad 't with of death :
So were their daggers, which, unwips, He And prophesying, with accents terrible,
found of dire combustion and confus'd events,
Upon their pillows : New batch'd to the woeful time. The obscure They star'd, and were distracted ; no man's life bird
Was to be trusted with them. Clamont'd the livelong niglit : some say, the Mach O yet I do repent one of my fury, earth
That I did kill them. Was feverons, and did shake.
Macd. Wherefore did you so 1 Macb. 'Twas a rough night.
Macb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, teinperate Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel
and furious, fellow to it.
Loyal and neutral, in a moment ? No man :
The expedition of my violent love
Ont-ran the pauser reason.--Here lay Duncan, Macd, 0 horror! horror! horror! Tougue, His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood; nor heart,
And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in Cannot conceive, nor name thee ! +
nature, Macb. Len. What's the matter?
For ruin's wasteful entrance : there, the murMacd. Confusion now bath made bis master
Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their dag. Most sacrilegious murder bath broke ope
[refrain, The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence Unmannerly breech'd with gore : * Who could The life o'the building.
That had a beart to love, and in that heart Macb. What is't you say ? the life?
Courage, to make his love known? Len. Mean you his majesty!
Lady M. Help me bence, bo! Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy Macd. Look to the lady. your sight
Mal. Why do we hold our tongues, With a new Gorgon :-Do not bid me speak; That most may claim this argument for onre ! See, and then speak yourselves. - Awake! Don. What should be spoken here, awake 1
Where our fate, hid within an augre-hole, (Ereunt MACBETH and LENOX. May rush and seize us ? Let's away ; our tears Ring the alarum-bell :-Murder ! and treason ! Are uot yet brew'd. Banquo, and Donalbain! Malcolm ! awake! Mal. Nor our strong sorrow ou Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, The foot of motion. And look on death itself !-up, up, and see
Ban. Look to the lady :The great doom's image ? --Malcolm! Ban.
(Lady MACBETH is carried out. quo ! As from your graves rise up, and walk like That suffer in exposure, let us meet,
And question this most bloody piece of work, To countenance ihis horror!
To know it further. Fears and scruples shake [Bell rings.
In the great hand + of God I stand ; and, theyce Enter Lady MACBETH.
Against the undivulg'd pretence 1 I fight Lady M. What's the business,
of treasonous malice. That such a bideous trumpet calls to parley
Macb. And so do I.
Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness, "Tis not for you to hear what I can speak : And meet i'the hall together. The repetition in a woman's hear,
All. Well contented. Would murder as it fell.- O Banquo ! Banquo !
(Exeunt all but MAL. and Don.
Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort Enter BANQUO.
with them : Our royal master's murder'd !
To show an unfelt sorrow, is an office Lady Mr. Woe, alas!
Which the false man does easy: I'll to Eng. What, in our honse ?
land. Ban. Too cruel any where.
Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune
Shall keep us both the safer : where we are, • Appointed service. + The use of two negatives, not to make an aflirmatise, but to deny more strongly, is common a our
• Covered with blood to tbeir hilt. ahor.
sprights.aves rise up, and walk like that when we have our naked fails carried out. There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in
ACT III. blood, The nearer bloody.
SCENE 1.-Fores.- A Roum in the Palace. Mal. This murderolls shast that's shot, Hath not yet lighted ; and our safest way
Enter BANQUO. Is, to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse ;
Ban. Thou hast it now-King, Cawdor, G!And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,
mis, all, But shift away : There's warrant ia that theft
As the weird women promis'd ; and, I fear, Which steals itself, when there's no mercy lest.
Thou play'dst most foully fort : yet it was said, [Ereunt..
It should uot stand in thy posterity;
But that myself should be the root and father SCENE IV.-IFithout the Castle.
of many kings. If there come truth from Enter Russe and an old MAN.
(As upon thee, Macbeth, their specches shine,) Old Man. Threescore and ten I can remem. Wby, by the verities on thce made good, ber well :
May they not be my oracles as well, Within the volume of which time, I have seen
And set me up in hope? But hush; no more. Hours dreadful aud things strauge ; but this sore night
Senet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as Kins; Hath trifled former knowings.
Lady MACBETH, as Queen; LENOX, Rossi, Rosse. Ah ! good father,
Lords, Ladies, and Attendants.
Macb. Here's our chief guest.
| It had been as a gap in our great feast, Is it night's predominance, or the day's shame. And all things unbecomin. That darkness does the face of earth entomb, Macb. To night we hold a soleinn supper, Sir, When living light should kiss it ?
And I'll request your presence. Old Man, "Tis unnatural,
Ban. Let your highness Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday | Command upon me; to the which, my duties last,
Are with a most indissoluble tie
For ever knit.
Ban. Ay, my good lord.
Macb. We should have else desir'd your good Beauteous and swift, the minions of their
fout. (Whicb still hath been both grave and prospeTurn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, Aung in this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow. Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would | Is't far you ride? make
Ban. As far, my lord, as will all up the time War with mankind.
'Twixt this and supper : go uot my borse the Old Man. 'Tis said, they eat each other.
better, Rosse. They did so; to the amazement of I must become a borrower of the night, mine eyes,
For a dark hour or twain. That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Mac Macb. Fail not our feast. duft:
Bar. My lord, I will not.
Macb. We hear our bloody cousins are be. Enter MACDUFF.
stow'd How goes the world Sir, now?
In England aud in Ireland ; not confessing Macd. Why, see you not?
Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers Rosse. Is't known who did this more than with strange invention : But of that to-morrow; bloody deed ?
When, therewithal, we shall have cause of state, Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain.
Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse : Adien, Rosse. Alas, the day !
Till you return at night. Goes Fleauce with Wbat good could they pretend ? •
you? Macd. They were suborn'd :
Ban. Ay, my good lord : our time does call Malcolm, and Donalbain, the king's two sons,
upon us. Are stol'n away and ded; which puts upon / Macb. I wish your horses swist and sure them
of foot ; Suspicion of the deed.
And so I do conimend you to their backs. Rosse. 'Gainst nature still :
[Exit Banquo. Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up
Let every man be master of his time Tbine own life's means !--Then 'tis most like, Till seven at night; to make society The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.
The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself Macd. He is already mam'd; and gone to Till supper-time alone : while then, God be with Scone,
you. To be invested.
(Exeunt Lady MACBETA, Lords, Rosse. Where is Duncan's body?
Ladies, &c. Macd. Carried to Colmes-kill; +
Sirrah, a word : Attend those men our pleaThe sacred storehouse of his predecessors,
sure? And guardian of their bones.
Atten. They are, my lord, without the palace Rosse. Will you to Scone ?
gate. Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fire.
Macb. Bring them before us.-[Exit ATTEN.} Rosse. Well, I will thither.
To be thus, is nothing; Macd. Well, may you see things well done But to be safely thus :-Our fears in Banquo there ;-adieu !
Stick deep; and in bis royalty + of nature Lest onr old robes sit easier than our new ! Reigns that, which would be fear'd: "Tis much Rosse. Father, farewell.
he dares ; Old Man, God's benison go with yon: and | And, to that dauntless temper of his mind, with those
He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour That would make good of bad, and friends of To act in safety. There is none but he foes!
(Ereunt. Whose being I do fear : and under him,
My genius is rebul'd; as, it is said, • Intend to themselves. + Colm kill in the famous lona, one of the west.
Mark Antony's was by Cesar. Ile chid the Macb. Both of you sisters,
Know, Banquo was your enemy. When first they put the name of king upon me, 2 Mur. True, my lord. And bade them speak to him; then propbet. Macb. So is he miue : and in such bloody like,
distance, They hail'd him father to a line of kings : That every minute of bis being thrusts Upon my head they plac'd a fruitless crown, Against my near'st of life: And though I could And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
| With bare-fac'd power sweep bin from my Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
sight, No son of mine succeeding. If it be so,
And bid my will a vouch it; yet I must not, For Banquo's issue have I tilld my mind; For + certain friends that are both his aud For them the gracious Duncan have I mur
mine, der'd ;
Whose loves I may not drop, but wail bis fall Put rancours in the vessel of my peace
Whom I myself struck down : and thence it is, Only for them; and mine eternal jewel
That I to your assistance do make love ; Given to the common enemy of wan,
Masking the business from the common eye, To make them kings, the seed of Banquo For sundry weighty reasons. kings!
12 Mur. We shall, my lord, Rather than so, come, fate, into the list,
Perform what you command us. Aud champion me to the utterance ! --Who's 1 Mur. Though our lives-there?
Macb. Your spirits shine through you. Withiu
this hour, at most, Re-enter ATTENDANT, with two MURDERERS. I will advise you where to plant yourselves. Now to the door, and stay there till we call. Acquaint you with the perfect spy o'the tiine,
(Erit ATTENDANT. The moment on't ; for't must be done to-night, Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
And something from the palace; always thought, 1 Mur. It was so, please your highness. That I require a clearness : And with him, Macb. Well then, now
(To leave no rubs, nor botches, in the work,) Have you consider'd of my speeches ? Know, Fleance his son, that keeps bim company, That it was he, in the times past, which held Whose absence is no less material to me you
Than is his father's, must embrace the fate So under fortune ; which, you thought, had been or that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart; Our innocent self: this I made good to you
I'll come to you anon. lu our last conference ; pass'd in probation i 2 Mur. We are resolv'd my lord. with you,
Macb. I'll call upon you straight : abide How you were born in band ; $ how cross'd ; the
within instruments ;
| It is concluded :--Banguo, thy soul's flight, Who wrought with them; and all things else, if it find heaven, must find it out to-night. that might,
(Exeunt. To half a soul, and a notion craz'd, Say, Thus did Banquo.
SCENE 11.- The same.-Another Room. 1 Mur. You made it known to us. Macb. I did so; and went further, which is
Enter Lady MACBETH, and a SERVANT. now
Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court 1 Our point of second meeting. Do you find
Serv. Ay, madam, but returns again to-uight. Your patience so predominant in your nature, Lady M. Say to the king, I would attend bis That you can let this go? Are you so gos!
For a few words.
(Erit. Whose beavy hand bath bow'd you to the grave, Lady M. Nought's had, all's spent, And beggar'd yours for ever?
Where our desire is got without content ? 1 Mur. We are men, my liege.
'Tis safer to be that which we destroy, Macb. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for inen; | Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful Joy. As hounds, and greyliounds, mongrels, spaniels,
Enter MACBETH. curs, Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are How now, my lord ? why do you keep alone, eleped.
Of sorriest I fancies your companions making ? All by the name of dogs : the valued file
Using those thoughts, which should indeed have Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
died The house-keeper, the hunter, every one
With them they think on? Thiugs without According to the gift which bounteons nature
remedy, Hath in bim clos'd; whereby he does receive Should be without regard: what's donc, is done. Particular addition, it from the bill
Macb. We have scotch'd the suake, not kill'd That writes them all alike : and so of men.
malice Now, if you have a station in the file,
She'll close, and be herself ; whilst our poor And not in the worst rank of manhood, say it ; Remains in danger of her former tooth. And I will put that business in your bosoms, But let Whose execution takes your enemy off;
The frame of things disjoint, both the worlds Grapples you to the heart and love of us,
sufler, Who wear our health but sickly in his life, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep W bich in his death were perfect.
In the affliction of these terrible dreams, 2 Mur. I am one, my liege,
That shake us nightly : Better be with the Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
dead, Have so incens'd, that I am reckless it what Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to I do, to spite the world.
peace, 1 Mur. And I another,
Tban on the torture of the mind to lie So weary with disasters, tugg'd 65 witb fortune, in restless ecstacy. 9 Duncau is in his grave. That I would set my life on any chance,
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; To mend it or be rid on't.
Treason bas done his worst: uor steel, por
poison, • For defiled.
Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
Can touch him further !
who h in his deaine, my liegekets of the what