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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 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
Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us,
So poorly in your thoughts.
Macb. To know my deed,-'twere best not know
Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would thou
SCENE III.--The same.
Enter a Porter. [Knocking within.
Porter. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock: Who's there, i' th' name of Belzebub? Here's a farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty : Come in time; have napkins 3 enough about you; here you'll sweat for't. [Knocking.] Knock, knock: Who's there, i' th' other devil's name? 'Faith, here's an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale; who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven: O, come in, equivocator. [Knocking] Knock, knock, knock: Who's there? 'Faith, here's an English tailor
turn to a red colour. 3 handkerchiefs.
2 i. e. constant turning of the key. Meaning, a Jesuit.
come hither, for stealing out of a French hose:' Come in, tailor, here you may roast your goose. [Knocking.] Knock, knock: Never at quiet! What are you?— But this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further: I had thought to have let in some of all professions, that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. [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, That you do lie so late?
Port. 'Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock.
Macd. Is thy master stirring?
Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes.
Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane?
I have almost slipp'd the hour.
But yet, 'tis one.
Macb. The labour we delight in, physicks pain.
This is the door.
I'll make so bold to call,
For 'tis my limited2 service.
From hence to-day ?
1 The archness of the joke consists in this, that a French hose being very short and straight, a tailor must be master of his trade who could steal any thing from thence.-WARBURTON.
⚫ appointed service.
He does :-he did appoint it so.
Len. The night has been unruly: Where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down: and, as they say, Lamentings heard i' th' air; strange screams of death; And prophecying, with accents terrible,
Of dire combustion, and confus'd events,
New hatch'd to th' woeful time. The obscure bird Clamour'd the livelong night: some say, the earth Was feverous, and did shake.
'Twas a rough night. Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel
A fellow to it.
Macd. O horror! horror! horror! Tongue, nor Cannot conceive, nor name thee!
What's the matter?
Macd. Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
The life o' th' building.
What is't you say? the life?
Len. Mean you his majesty?
Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your With a new Gorgon: Do not bid me speak; See, and then speak yourselves.-Awake! awake![Exeunt MACBETH and LENOX. Ring the alarum-bell:- Murder! and treason! Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm ! awake! Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, And look on death itself!-up, up, and see The great doom's image!-Malcolm! Banquo! As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprights, To countenance this horror! [Bell rings.
This use of the double negative is very common in our
Enter Lady MАСВЕТН.
What's the business,
O, gentle lady,
"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
Too cruel, any where.
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 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?
You are, and do not know it:
The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
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, So were their daggers, which, unwip'd, we found Upon their pillows:
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.
Wherefore did you so?
Macb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temperate, and Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man: [furious, The expedition of my violent love
Out-ran the pauser reason. Here lay Duncan,
And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature,
Macd. Look to the lady.
Help me hence, ho!
Why do we hold our tongues,
That most may claim this argument for ours?
Where our fate, hid within an augre-hole,
The foot of motion.
Nor our strong sorrow on
And when we have our naked frailties hid,
And question this most bloody piece of work,
Of treasonous malice.
2 Meaning, our half-dressed bodies.
3 the secret and ulterior design.