Re-enter Lady MACBETH. Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white. [Knocking.] 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 nightgown, lest occasion call us, So poorly in your thoughts. Be not lost Macb. To know my deed,-'twere best not know Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou myself. [Knocking. could'st! [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. 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 at quiet! What are you? [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, Port. 'Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock. Macd. Is thy master stirring? Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes. Enter MACBETH. Len. Good-morrow, noble sir! Good-morrow, both! Macb. Not yet. Macd. He did command me to call timely on him; I have almost slipp'd the hour. Macb. 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." Len. From hence to day? Macb. He does:- he did appoint it so. Len. The night has been unruly: Where we lay, 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. 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! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence Macb. What is't you say? the life? Len. Mean you his majesty! Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight With a new Gorgon :-Do not bid me speak; Malcolm! Banquo! As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprights, To countenance this horror. Lady M. Enter Lady Macbeth. [Bell rings. What's the business, O, gentle lady, That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak: The repetition, in a woman's ear, Would murder as it fell.O Banquo! Banquo! Ban. Woe, alas! Too cruel, any where. Dear Duff, I pr'ythee, contradict thyself, it is not so. And say, Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX. Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys: renown, and grace, is dead; Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN. Don. What is amiss? Macb. You are, and do not know it: The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd. Macd. Your royal father's murder'd. Mal. O! by whom? Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done't: Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood, They star'd, and were distracted; no man's life Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury, That I did kill them. Macd. Wherefore did you so? Macb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temperate, and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man : Out-ran the pauser reason.-Here lay Duncan, And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in na ture, For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers, Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers Unmannerly breech'd with gore3: Who could re frain, That had a heart to love, and in that heart Lady M. Macd. Look to the lady. Mal. Help me hence, ho! Why do we hold our tongues, That most may claim this argument for our's? Where our fate, hid within an augre-hole, May rush and seize us? Let's away; our tears Mal. The foot of motion. Ban. Nor our strong sorrow on Look to the lady : [Lady MACBETH is carried out. And when we have our naked frailties hid, That suffer in exposure, let us meet, And question this most bloody piece of work, Of treasonous malice. Macb. All. Macb. All. And so do I. So all. Let's briefly put on manly readiness, And meet i' the hall together. Well contented. [Exeunt all but MAL. and Don. Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort with them : To show an unfelt sorrow, is an office Which the false man does easy: I'll to England. 3 Covered with blood to their hilt. |