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Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink
She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going,
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
It is the bloody business which informs
Thus to mine eyes.-Now o'er the one half world
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy расе,
With Tarquin's ravishing strides towards his design
Moves like a ghost.-Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for
Thy very stones prate of my where-about,
And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.Whiles I threat he
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. [A bell rings. go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. [Exit.
SCENE II.-The same.
Enter LADY MACBETH.
Lady M. That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold :
What hath quench'd them hath given me fire.— Hark! Peace!
It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman Which gives the stern'st good night.
The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores : I have drugg'd their possets,
That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live, or die.
Macb. [within.] Who's there?-what, ho! Lady M. Alack! I am afraid they have awaked,
And 'tis not done :-the attempt, and not the
Confounds us.-Hark !-I laid their daggers
He could not miss them. Had he not resembled My father as he slept I had done't—My husband!
Macb. I have done the deed.-Didst thou not hear a noise?
Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry.
Mach. This is a sorry sight.
[Looking on his hands. Lady M. A foolish thought to say a sorry
Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, And one cried Murder! that they did wake each other;
I stood and heard them: but they did say their prayers,
And address'd them again to sleep.
Lady M. There are two lodged together. Macb. One cried, God bless us! and Amen, the other;
As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands.
Listening their fear, I could not say, Amen,
Consider it not so deeply.
Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce,
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; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.
What do you mean? Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more! to all the
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
The sleepy grooms with blood.
I'll go no more:
I am afraid to think what I have done;
Look on't again I dare not.
Infirm of purpose!
Lady M. 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.
[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 incarnadine,
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
Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us,
Macb. To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself.
[Knock. Wake Duncan with thy knocking; I would thou couldst !
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' the name of Belzebub? Here's a farmer, that hanged himself on the