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Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition ; 1 Witch. Hail!
Nor would we deign bum burial of his men,

2 Witch. llail!
Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' inch,

3 Witch. Hail! Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

i Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. Dun. No more that thane of (awdor shall de- 2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. ceive

3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be Our bosoin interest:-Go, pronounce his death,

And with his former title greet Macbelia.

So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo!
Rosse. I'll see it done.

I Hitch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail !
Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. Mach. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:

Ereuni. Ey Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Gian.is;
SCEVE III.- A Heath.

But how of Cawdor? The thane of Cawdor lives,

A prosperous gentleman ; and, to be king,
Thunder.- Enter the three WITCHES.

Stands i.ot within the prospect of belief,
i Witch. Where hast thou been, sister?

No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence 2 litch. Killing swine.

You owe this strange intelligence? Or winy 3 Witch. Sister, where thou?

Upon this blasted leath you stop our way 1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in ber lap, With such prophetic greeting 1-Speak, I charge And mounch'd, and moanch'd, and mounch'd :


(Witches tanisk. Gire me, quoti l:

Ban. The carth hath bubbles, as the water has, Aroint thee, witch! The rump-fed-ronyon : cries.

And these are of them:-Wbither are they reHer husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger:

nish'd ? But in a sieve I'll thither sail,

Macu. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal, And, like a rat without a tail,

melled I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

As breath into the wind. --'Would they had staid ! 2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind.

Bun. Were such things here, as we do speak 1 Vitch. Thou art kind.

about? 3 Nitch. And I another.

Or have we eaten of the insane root',
i Witch. I nyselt have all the other ;

That takes the reason prisoner ?
And the very ports they blow,

Macb. Your children shall be kings.
All the quarters that they know

Ban, You shall be king.
l'the shipman's card I,

Macb. And thane of Cawdor too ; went it not so? I will drain hun dry as hay :

Ban. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's Sleep shall, neither night nor day,

Hang upon his pent-house lid ;

Enter Rosse und ANGUS.
He shall live a man forbid 5:
Weary sev'n-nights, nine tiines nine,

Rosse. The king hath happily received, Macbeth,
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine :

Thic news of thy success : and when he reads
Though his bark cannot be lost,

Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd.

His wonders and his praises do contend,
Look what I have.

Which should be thius, or his : silenced with that, 2 Hitch. Shew me, shew me.

In viewing o'er the rest o' the self-same day, I Ulich. Here I have a pilot's thumb,

He finds thee in une stout Norweyan ranks, Wreck'd, as homeward he did coine.

Nothing afеard of what thyseli didst make,

(Drum within. Strange images of death. As thick as taieť. 3 Witch. Anruin, a drum;

Came post with post; and every one did bear Macbeth doth come.

Thy praises in his kingdon's great defence,
All. The weird sistersil, hand in hand,

And pou'd them down before him.
Posters of the sea and land.

Ang. We are sent,
This do go about, aboul;

To give thee, from our royal master, thanks ;
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,

To herald thee into his sigiit not pay thee.
And thrice again, to piake up nine :

Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour.
Peace !-Tlie chama's wound up.

He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdur,

lo which addition , hail, most worthy thane ! Enter MACBETH and BANQUO.

For it is thine.
Nacy. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Bun. What, can the devil speak true!
Bax. How far is't call'd to Pores I-What are Mucb. The thane of Cawdor lives; why do you

dress me
So wither'd, and so wild in their attire ;

In borrow'l robes?
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet;
Aud yet are on't l--Live you? Or are you aught But under heavy judgment bears that life
That man may question? You seem to understand Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was

Combined with Norway; or did line the rebel
By each at once her choppy finger laying

With hidden help and 'vailtage ; or that with both
Upon her skinny lips :-You should be women, He labom'd in his country's wreck, I know not;
And yet your
urds forbid me to interpret

But treasons capital, confess'd, and proved,
That you are so.

Have overthrown him,
Mach). Speak, if you can ;-What are you?

Much. Giamis, and thane of Cawdor :
1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane The greatest is behind.-- Thanks for your paips.
of Glamis.

Do you not hope your children shall he kings,
2 Witch. All hail Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me,
of Cawdor!

Promised no less to them?
3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth ! That shalt be king Ban. That, trusted home,

Might yet enkindles you tinto the crown,
Ban. Good Sir, why do you start; and seem to fear Besides the thane ot Cawdor. Bit 'tis strange :
Things that do sound so fair ?--''the name of truth, And oftentimes, lo win us to our harm,
Are ye fantastical , or that indeed

The instruments of darkness tell us truths :
Which outwardly ye shew ? My noble partner Win us with honest trises, to betray us
You greet withi present grace, and great prediction In deepest consequence.-
Of noble liaving **, and of royal hope,

Cousins, a worri, I pray you.
That he seems rape it withal ; tome you speak not: Macb. Two truths are told,
If you can look into the seeds of time,

As happy prologues to the swelling act
And say, which grain will grow, and which will of the imperial theme.-I thank you, gentlemen.-

This supernatural soliciting ||
Speak then to me, who neither bes, nor fear, Cannot be ili; cannot be good :-If ill,
Your favours, nor your hate.

Why hath it given me earnest of success,

Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: • Avaunt, begone.

Il good, why do I yield to that suggestion
+ A scurvy woman fed on offals.
* Sailor's chart.


• The root which makes insane. # Prophetic sisters, & Supernaural, spiritual. + As fast as they could be comuted. 1 Title, ** Estate,

# Rapturously affected. Stimulate. ! Incitement. Temptation


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Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,

On all deservers.--From hence to Inverness,
And make my sealed heart knock at my ribs, And bind us further to you.
Against the use of nature ? Present fears

Macb. The rest labour, which is not nsed for you:
Are less than horrible imaginings :

I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, The hearing of my wife with your approach;
Shakes so my single state of man, that function So, humbly take my leave.
Is smother'd in surmise t; and nothing is,

Dun. My worthy Cawdor!
But what is not.

Macb. The prince of Cumberland !—That is a step, Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt.

On which I must fall down, or else o’er-leap, (A side. Macb. If chance will have me king, why chance for in my way it lies. Stars, hide your tires ! may crown me,

Let not light see my black and deep desires : Without iny stir.

The eye wink at the hand! Yet let that be, Ban. New honours come upon him

Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see, (Erit. Like our strange garments; cleave not to their Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiauto; mould,

And in his commendations I am fed ; But with the aid of use.

It is a banquet to me. Let us after him,
Macb. Come what come may ;

Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:
Time and the honr 1 runs through the ronghest day. It is a peerless kinsman. (Flourish.--Exeunt.

Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
Macb. Give me your favour ý :-My dull brain SCENE V.- Inverness.-A Room in MACBETH's
was wrought

With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
Are register'd where every day I turn

Enter Lady MACBETH, reading a Letter.
The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the king.– Lady M.-They met me in the day nf success; and
Think upon what hath chanced ; and, at more time, I have learned by the 1 erfectest report t, they have
The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak

more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned Our free hearts each to other.

in desire to question thom further, they made them. Ban. Very gladly.

selves-air, into which they runished. Whiles I stood Macb. Till then, enough.-Conie, friends. (Exeunt. rapt in the wonder of it, came missives i from the

king, uho all-haild me, Thanc of Cawdor; by which SCENE IV:-Fores.--A Room in the Palace. title, before, these weird sisters salute me, and

referred me to the coming on of time, with, Hail, king Flourish.-Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, that shalt be! This have I thought good to delirer LENOX, and ATTENDANTS.

thee, my dearest partner of greatness; that thou Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not might'st not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignoThose in commission yet return'd!

rant of whut greatness is promised thee. Luy it to Jal. My liege,

thy heart, and lureurill.
They are not yet come back. But I have spoke Glamis thou art, and Cawdor ; and shalt be
With one that saw him die: who did report, What thou art promised :-Yel do I fear thy nature;
That very frankly he confess'd his treasons ; It is too full o’the milk of human kindness,
Implored your highness' pardon ; and set forth To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ;
A deep repentance: nothing in his life

Art not without ambition ; but without
Became him, like the leaving it: be died

The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst As one that had been studied in his death,

highly, To throw away the dearest thing he owedll,

That wouldst thou bodily;'wouldst not play false, As 'twere a careless trifle.

And yet wouldst wrongly win : thou’dst have great
Dun. There's no art,

To find the mind's construction in the face : That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it,
He was a gentlemad on whom I built

And that which rather thou dost frar to do,.
An absolute trust..O worthiest cousin !

Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee' hither,

That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, Rosse, and Angus.

And chastise with the valour of my tongue The sin of my ingratitude even now

All that impedes thee from the golden round 6, Was heavy on me : thou art so far before,

Which fate and metaphysical || aid doth seem That swiftest wing of recompense is slow

To have thee crown'd withal.- What is your tidings?
To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less de-

That the proportion both of thanks and payment Atten. The king comes here to-night.
Alight have been mine! Only I have left to say, Lady M. Thou’rt mad to say it :
More is thy due than more than all can pay. Is not thy master with him? 'who, wer't so,
Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe,

Would have inform'd for preparation.
In doing it, pays itself. Your lighness' part

Atten. So please you, it is true; our thane is Is in receive our duties : and our duties

coniug: Are to your throne and state, children, and servants; One of my fellows had the speed of him;. Which do but what they should, by doing every Who, alınost dead for breath, had scarcely more thing

Than would make up his message. Safe toward your love and honour.

Lady M. Give him tending, Dun. Welcome hitler :

He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse, I have begun to plant thee, and will labour

(Erit Attendant. To make thee full of growing **,-Noble Banquo,

That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
That hast no less deserved, nor must be known, Under my battleinents. Come, come, you spirits
No less to have done so, let me infold thee,

That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here;
And hold thee to my heart.

And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Bon. There if I grow,

Ot direst cruelty ! Make thick my blood, The harvest is your own.

Stop up the access and passage w remorse**; Dun. My plenteons joys,

That no compunctious visitings of nature
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves

Snake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
In drops of sorrow.-Sons, kinsmen, thanes, The effect, and it! Come to my womau's breasts,
Ind you whose places are the nearest, know, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers,
We will establish our estate upon

Wherever in your sightless substances
Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
The prince of Cumberland : which honour must And pall + thee in the dunnest smoke of hell!
Not, unaccompanied, invest him only,

That my keen knife it see not the wound it makes ;
But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark

To cry, Hold, hold !--Great Glamis ! Worthy Cawdor! * Firmly fixed. + The powers of action are oppressed by conjec- • Full as valiant as described. ture. 1 Time and opportunity.

+ The best intelligence. 1 Messengers. Pardon. 11 Owned, possessed. 0 Diadem.

Hi Supernatural. We cannot construe the disposition of the mind Murderous.

** Pity: by the Jincaments of the face.

++ Wrap as in a mantle. • Exuberant.

# Kule anciently meant a sword or dagger.

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It were done quickly: If the assassination

Could trammel up the consequence, and catch,
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereaster! With his surcease, success; that but this blow
Thy letters have transported me beyond

Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
This ignorant present, and I feel now

But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,-
The future in the instant.

We'd jump the life to come.-But, in these cases,
Macb. My dearest love,

We still have judgment here; that we but teach Duncan comes here to-night.

Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return Lady M. And when goes hence ?

To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice Macb, To-inorrow,-as he purposes.

Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
Lady M. O, never

To our own lips. He's here in double trust:
Shall sun that morrow see!

First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Yonr face, my thane, is as book, where men Strong both against the deed ; then, as ltis host,
May read strange matters :--To beguile the time, Who should against his murderer shut the door,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,

Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been flower,

So clear in his great oflice, that his virtues
But be the serpent ander it. He that's coming

Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
Must be provided for : and you shall put

The deep damnation of his taking-off :
This night's great business into my despatch ; And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Which shall to all our nights and days to come Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, horsed
Cive solely sovereign sway and masterdom.

Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Mach. We will speak further.

Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
Lady M. Only look up clear;

That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To alter favour ever is to fear :

To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Leave all the rest to me.

(Ereunt. Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself,

And falls on the other.-How now! What news!
SCENE VI.-The same.-Before the Castle.

Enter Lady MACBETH.
Hautboys.-Servants of MACBETH attending. Lady M. He has almost supp'd ; why have you

left the chamber
Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, Banquo, Macb. Hath he ask'd for me?
LENOX, Macduff, Rosse, AxGUS, and Attendants.

Lady M. Know you not, he has ?
Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Muco. We will proceed no further in this busi-
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself

ness :
Unto our gentle senses.

He hath honour'd me of Jate; and I have bought
Ban. This guest of summer,

Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
By his loved mansionry, that the lieaven's breath,

Not cast aside so soon.
Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, buitress, Lody M. Was the hope drunk,
Nor coigne of 'vantage 1, but this bird hath inade Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since!
His pendent bed, and procreant cradle: where And wakes it now, to look so green and pale

At what it did so freely! From this time,
Most breed and haunt, I have observed, the air Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
Is delicate.

To be the same in thine own act and valour,

As thou art in desire! Wouldst thou hare that
Enter Lady MACBETH.

Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
Dun. See, see! our honour'd hostess !

And live a coward in thine own esteem;
The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble, Letting I dare not wait upon I would,
Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you, Like the poor cat i' the adage ?
How you shall bid God yield g us for your pains,

Macb. Pr’ythee, peace :
And thank us for your trouble.

I dare do all that may become a man;
Lady M. All our service

Who dares do more, is none.
In every point twice done, and then done double, Lady J. What beast was it then,
Were poor and single business, to contend

That made you break this enterprize to nie?
Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith When you durst do it, then you were a mian;
Your majesty loads our house: for those of old, And, to be niore than what you were, you would
And the late dignities heap'd up to them,

Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, We rest your hermits l.

Did then' adheret, and yet you would make both:
Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor?

They have made themselves, and that their fitness
We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose
To be his purveyor: but he rides well;

Does unmake you. I have giren suck; and know And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp How tender 'ris, to love the babe that milks ine : him

I would, while it was smiling in my face,
To his home before us : fair and noble hostess, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,
We are your guest to-night.

And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn, as youl,
Lady M. Your servants ever

Have done to this.
Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in Macb. If we should fail,-
compt I,

Lady M. We fail!
To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
Still to return your own.

And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep,
Dun. Give me your hand :

(Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey
Conduct me to mine host; we lore him highly, Soundly invite liim,) his two chanıberlains
And shall continue our graces towards him.

Will I with wine and wassel : so convince ś,
By your leave, hostess.

(Exeunt. That memory, the warder || of the brain,

Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason
SCENE VII.-The same.- A Room in the Castle. A limbeck only :- When in swinish sleep
Dautboys and Torches.-Enter, and pass orer the

Their drenched natures lie, as in a dearli,
Stage, a Seuer**, and divers Servants with Dishes The unguarded Duncan! What not put upon

What cannot you and I perform upon
and Service.-Then enter MACBETH.

His spongy ofhcers; who shall bear the guilt
Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then Of our great quells ?
'twere well

Macb. Bring forth men-children only!

For thy undaunted mellle should compose * 1. 2. Beyond the present time, which is, ac- Nothing but males. Will it not be received": cording to ihe process of nature, ignorant of the When we have marked with blood those sleepy future. + Look, countenance.

* Convenient corner.

Ś Reward.
lii. e. We as hermits shalı ever pray for you. • Winds; sightless is invisible.
Subject to accompt.

+ lu the same seuse as cohere.
** An officer so called from liis placingilie disles 0 Overpower.
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of his own chamber, and used their very daggers, | Moves like a ghost.-Thou sure and firm-set earth, That they have don't!

Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Lady M. Who dares receive it other,

Thy very stones prate of my where-about, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar And take the present horror from the time; Upon his death

Which now suits with it.-Whiles I threat, he lives; Macb. I am settled, and bend up

Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives." Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.

[A Bell rings. Away, and mock the time with fairest show:

and it is done; the bell invites me. False face must hide what the false heart doth Hear it not, Duncan ; for it is a knell know.

(Ereunt. That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. (Exit. ACT II.

SCENE 11. The same. SCENE I.-The same.-Court within the Castle.

Enter Lady Macbeth. Enter BANQUO and F.BANCE ; and a Servant, with

Lady M. That which hath made them drunk,

hath made me bold : a Torch before them.

What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire :Ban. How goes the night, boy?

Hark!--Peace ! Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, clock.

Which gives the stern'st good night. He is about it: Ban. And she goes down at twelve.

The doors are open ; and the surfeited grooms Fle. I take't, 'tis later, Sir.

Do mock their charge with spores: I have drugg'd Ban. Hold, take my sword :—There's husbandry

their possets, in heaven,

That death and nature do contend about them, Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too.

Whether they live or die.
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,

Macb. Within.) Who's there ?- What, ho!
And yet I would not sleep :-Merciful powers ! Lady N). Alack! I am afraid they bave awaked,
Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature And 'tis not done :-The attempt, and pot the deed,
Gives way to in repose !--Give me my sword ;- Confounds us :-Hark :-I laid their daggers ready,
Enter MACBETA, and a Servant with a Torch.

He could not miss them.-Had he not resembled

My father as he slept, I had done't.-My husband ?
Who's there?
Macb. A friend.

Ban. What, Sir, not yet at rest? The king's a. Macb. I have done the deed :-Didst thou not
bed :

hear a noise ? He hath been in unusual pleasure, and

Lady M. I head the owl scream, and the crickels Sent forth great largess + io your offices :

cry. This diamond he greets your wite withal,

Did not you speak ?
By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up ý Macb. When
In theasureless content.

Lady M. Now.
Marb. Being unprepared,

Macb. As I descended ? Our will became the servant to defect;

Lady M. Ay. Which else should free have wrought.

Macb. Hark ! Ban. All's well.

Who lies i the second chamber? I dreamt last night of three weird sisters :

Lady M. Donalbain. To you they have shew'd some truth.

Macb. This is a sorry sight. Mach. I ihink not of them :

(Looking on his Hands. Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,

Lady M. A foolish thought to say a sorry sight. Would spend it in somie words upon that business, Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and If you would grant the time.

one cried, murder! Ban. At your kind'st leisure.

That they did wake each other; I stood and heard Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent, when them :

'tis, It shall make honour for you.

Bat they did say their prayers, and address'd them

Again to sleep. Ban. So I lose none,

Lady M. There are two lodged together. In seeking to augment it, but still keep

Macb. One cried, God bless us! aud, Amen, the My bosom franchised, and allegiance clear,

other; I shall be counsel'd.

As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands,
Macb. Good repose, the wbile !

Listening their fear. I could not say, amen,
Ran. Thanks, Sir; the like to you ? (Exit Banquo. When they did say, God bless us.
Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is Lady M. Consider it not so deeply.

Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce,
She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.

amen ?

(Exit Servant. I had most need of blessing, and amen Is this a dagger, which I see before me,

Stuck in my throat.
The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me cirtch Lady M. These deeds must not be thought

After these ways; so, it will make us mad.
I have thee not; and yet I see thee still.

Macb. Methonght, 'I heard a voice cry, Sleep no Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible

more! as to sight? Or art thou but

Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep ;
A dagger of the mind; a false creation,

Sleep, that knits up the raveil'd sleave of care,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.

Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going;

Chief nourisher in life's feast;

Lady M. What do you mean? And such an instrument I was to use.

Macb. Still it cried, Steep no more! to all the
Mine eyes are made the fools o'the other senses,

house :
Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; Glamis hath murder'd sleep; and therefore Caudor
And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts 4 of blood, Shall steep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!
Which was not so before-There's no such thing :
It is the bloody business, which informs

Lady M. Who was it, that thus cried? Why,

worthy thane,
Thus to mine eyes.--Now o'er the one half world Yon do unbend your noble strength, to think
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse So brainsickly of things :-Go, get some water,
The curtain's sleep; now witchcraft celebrates And wash this filthy witness from yonr hand.
Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, Why did you bring these daggers from the place?
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, The sleepy grooms with blood.

They musi lie there : Go, carry them; and snear
With Tarquiu's ravishing strides,

towards his desigui Macb. Pil go no more :

I am afraid to think what I have done;

+ Bounty. The rooms appropriated to servants.

Look on't again, I dare not.
Drops. • As if.

+ Sleave is unwrought silk.

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Lady M. Infirm of purpose!

Macb. Not yet.
Give me the daggers: the sleeping, and the dead, Macd. He did command me to call timely on him ;
Are but as pictures : 'lis the eye of childhood, I have almost slipp'd the hour.
That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,

Maeb. I'll bring you to him.
I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,

Macd. I know, this is a joyful trouble to you:
For it must seem their guilt.

(Erit. But yet, 'tis one.

(Knocking within. Muco. The labour we delight in, physics pain. Macb. Whence is that knocking!

This is the door.
How is't wiih me, when every noise appals me? Macd. I'll nake so bold to call,
What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine For 'tis my limited service t. (Exit Macduff.

Len. Goes the king
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood From hence to-day.
Clean from my hand ? No; thuis my hand will rather Macb. He does :-He did appoint so.
The multitudinous seas incarnardine",

Len. The night has been unruly : where we lay,
Making the green-one red,

Our chimneys were blown down : and, as they say, Re-enter Lady MACBETA.

Lamentings heard i' the air ; strange screams of

Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but I shame And prophecying, with accents terrible,
To wear a heart so white. (Knock.) I hear a knocking Of dire combustion, and confused events,
At the south entry :-Retire we to our chamber : New hatch'd to the woeful time. The obscure bird
A little water clears us of this deed :

Clamour'd the live-long niglit: sonie say, the earth
How easy is it then? Your constancy

Was feverous, and did shake.
Hath lest you unattended.-(Knocking.) Hark! Macb. Twas a rough night.
more knocking:

Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel
Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us, A fellow to it.
And shew us to be watchers :-Be not lost
So poorly in your thoughts.

Re-enter MACDUPF.
niacb. To know my deed,-'were best not know Macd. O horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue, por


Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would Cannot conceive, nor name thee !
thou couldst !

(Ereunit. Macb. Len. What's the matter

Macd. Confusion now hath made his master-piece! SCENE III.-The same.

Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope

The lord's anointed temple, and stole thence Enter a PORTER.-(Knocking within.]

The life o' the building. Porter. Here's a knocking indeed! If a man Macb. What is't you say ? The life? were porter of hell-gate, he should have old + turn- Len. Mean you his majesty! ing the key. [Knocking.) Knock, knock, knock : Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your Who's there, ithe name of Belzebub? Here's a

sigirt farmer, that hang'd himself on the expectation of With a new gorgon :-Do not bid me speak; plenty : come in time; have napkins I enough abont See, and then speak yourselves.-Awake! Awake! you ; here you'll sweat for't. (Knocking.) Knock,

(Exeunt Macheth and Lenar. knock :- Who's there, i' the other devil's name? Ring the alarım-bell :-Murder ! And treason ! 'Faith, here's an equivocator, that could swear in Banquo, and Donalbain ? Malcom! Awake! both the scales against either scale ; who commit- Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, ted treason enough for God's sake, yet could not And look on death itself !-Up, np. and see equivocate to heaven: 0, come in, equivocator. The great dooin's image!

-Malcolm! Banqno! Ik stocking.) Knock, knock : Who's there? Faith, Astrom your graves rise up, and walk like sprights, here's an English tailor come hither, for stealing To countenance this horror.

[Bell ringa,
out of a French hose: come in, tailor; here you
may roast your goose. (Knocking.) Knock, knock:

Enter Lady MACBETA,
Never at quiet! What are you ?-But this place is too Lady M. What's the business,
cold før hell. P'll devil-porter it' no further: I had That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
thought to have let in some of all professions, that The sleepers of the house ? Speak, speak,
go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. Macd. 0, gentle lady,
(Knocking.) Anon, anon; I pray you, remember the 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak :

[Opens the Gate. The repetition, in a woman's ear,

Would murder as it fell.-0 Banquo! Banquo!
Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,

That you do lie so late?

Our royal master's murder'd !
Port. Faith, Sir, we were carousing 'till the se- Lady M. Woe, alas !
cond cock o: and drink, Sir, is a great provoker of What, in our house ?
three things.

Ban. Too cruel, any where.-
Macd. What three things does drink especially Dear Duff, I pr'ythee, contradict thyself,

And say, it is not so.
Port. Marry, Sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine.
Lechery, Sir, it provokes, and unprovokes : it pro-

Re-enter MACBETA and LENOX.
vokes the desire, but it takes away the perform- Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance,
ance: therefore, much drink may be said to be I had lived a blessed time ; for, from this instant,
an equivocator with lechery: it makes him, and There's nothing serious in mortality :
it mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off ; it All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead;
persoades him, and disheartens him; makes him The wine of life is drawn, and the inere lees
stand to, and not stand to: in conclusion, equivo. Is left this vault to brag of.
cates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves

Enter Malcolm and DONALBAIN.
Macd. I believe,drink gave thee the lie last night. Dom. What is amiss?

Port. That it did, Sir, i' the very throat ome: Macb. You are, and do not know it:
but I reqnited him for his lie ; and, I think, being the spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
too strong for him, though he took up my legs 15 stopp'd ; the very source of it is stopp'd.
sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him.

Macd. Your royal father's murder'd.
Macd. Is thy master stirring?

Mal. O, by whom?
Our kuocking has awaked him ; here he comes. Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had donet

Their hands and faces were all badged with blood,

So were their daggers, which, unwiped, we found
Len. Good-morrow, noble Sir!

Upon their pillows :
Macb. Good-morrow, both !
Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane ?

* i. e. Affords a cordial to it.

+ Appointed service. • To incarnardine, is to stain of a flesh-colour. # The use of two negatives, not to make an affir. + Frequent.

Handkerchiefs, mative, but to deny more strongly, is common in Cock-crowing.

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