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Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets
As I descended?
[Looking on his hands. Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight, Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and
one cried, murder ! That they did wake each other ; I stood and heard
Lady M. There are two lodg’d together.
Consider it not so deeply.
8 Sleave is unwrought silk.
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
What do you mean? Macb. Still it cried, Sleep 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.
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.
[ExitKnocking within. Macb.
Whence is that knocking ? How is't with
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.
To incarnardine is to stain of a flesh colour.
Re-enter Lady MACBETH.
[Knocking Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou could'st!
Enter a Porter. [Knocking within. Porter. Here's a knocking, indeed! [Knocking. ] Knock, knock, knock: Who's there? Come in time; have napkins enough about you. [Knocking.] Knock, knock: Who's there? [Knocking.] Knock, knock: Never át quiet! What are you? (Knocking.) Anon, ànon ; I pray you remember the porter.
[Opens the gate.
Enter MACDUFF and LENOX.
you do lię so late?
Port. 'Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock.
Macd. Is thy master stirring ?-
Len. Good-morrow, noble sir !
I have almost slipp'd the hour.
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
limited service. [Exit MACDUFF. Len,
Goes the king
He does : - he did appoint it so. Len. The night has been unruly : Where we
Jay, Our chimnies 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 confus'd events, New hatch'd to the woeful time. The obscure bird Clamour’d the livelong 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.
i. e. Affords a cordial to it.
2 Appointed service.
What's the matter?
What is't you say? the life?
[Exeunt MACBETH and LENOX.
- up, up, and see
Enter Lady MACBETH.
What's the business,
o, gentle lady,