The deep damnation of his taking-off: TRUE FORTITUDE. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. ACT II. THE MURDERING SCENE. 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. As this which now I draw. 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 *Winds; sightless is invisible. + Drops, Who's howl'd his watch, thus with his stealthy pace [Exit. Lady M. 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, Macb. [Within] Who's there?-what, ho! Lady M. Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd, And 'tis not done:-The attempt, and not the deed, Confounds us:-Hark!-I laid their daggers ready He could not miss them.-Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had done't.--My husband! Enter MACBETH. Macb. I have done the deed:-Didst thou not hear a noise? Lady M. I heard the owls scream, and the crickets Macb. Hark! Who lies i' the second chamber? Lady M. Mach. This is a sorry sight. Donalbain. [Looking at his hands. Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and on cried, murder! 'I hat they did wake each other; I stood and heard them; But they did say their prayers, and address'd them There are two lodg'd together. Macb. One cried, God bless us! and, Amen, the other; As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands, Lady M. Consider it not so deeply. Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce, amen? I had most need of blessing, and amen Stuck in my throat. Lady M. These deeds must not be thought After these ways; so, it will make us mad. Macb. Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep; Lady M. 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, wor thy Thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think ́ As if. † Sleave, is unwrought silk. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: Go, carry them; and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll 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, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. Macb. [Exit. Knocking within. Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when 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. Re-enter Lady MACBETH. Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white. [Knock.] I hear a knocking Hath left you unattended.-[Knocking.] Hark! more knocking: Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us, So poorly in your thoughts. Macb. To know my deed,-'twere best not know myself. [Knock. [Exeunt Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would thor couldst! To incarnardine is to stain of a flesh colour. ACT III. MACBETH'S GUILTY CONSCIENCE AND FEARS OF BANQUO. Lady M. How now, my lord; why do you keep alone, Of sorriest fancies your companions making? Macb. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it; She'll close and be herself; whilst our poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth. But let The frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams, That shake us nightly: Better be with the dead, In restless ecstasy.† Duncan is in his grave; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! * Most melancholy. What's to be done? † Agony. ti. e. The copy, the lease, by which they hold their lives from nature, has its time of termination. § The beetle borne in the air by its shards or scaly wings |