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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

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Macb. This is a sorry sight.


[Looking on his hands. Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. Macb. There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one

cried, Murder!

That they did wake each other; I stood and heard


But they did say their prayers, and address'd them
Again to sleep.
Lady M.

There are two lodg'd together. Macb. One cried, God bless us! and, Amen, the


As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands. Listening their fear, I could not say, amen,

When they did say, God bless us.

Lady M.

Consider it not so deeply.

pronounce, amen?

Macb. But wherefore could not I
I had most need of blessing, and amen
Stuck in my throat.

'As if.

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


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;—

Lady M.

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 You do unbend your noble strength, to think [thane, So brainsickly of things:-Go, get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand.Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: Go, carry them; and smear 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.

Lady M.

Infirm of purpose!

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


sleave, the ravelled knotty part of the silk.

The end of each day's labour.

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

[knocking :

Hath left you unattended.-[Knocking.] Hark! more

Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us,
And show us to be watchers :-Be not lost

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.


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.

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Good-morrow, both.

Not yet.

Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane?
Macd. He did command me to call timely on him;

I have almost slipp'd the hour.

I'll bring you to him.
Macd. I know, this is a joyful trouble to you;

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.

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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.

Re-enter MACDUFF.

Macd. O horror! horror! horror! Tongue, nor Cannot conceive, nor name thee!

Macb. Len.


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


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