And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him We are your guest to-night. Lady Macbeth. Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, Still to return your own. Duncan. Give me your hand; Conduct me to mine host. We love him highly, And shall continue our graces towards him. 25 30 [Exeunt. SCENE VII. Hautboys and torches. Macbeth's castle. Enter a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and service, and pass over the stage. enter MACBETH. Then Macbeth. If it were done when 't is done, then 't were well It were done quickly. If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch 5 ΙΟ 15 Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only 20 25 Enter LADY MACBETH. How now! what news? Lady Macbeth. He has almost supp'd. Why have you left the chamber? Macbeth. Hath he ask'd for me? Lady Macbeth. Know you not he has? 30 Macbeth. We will proceed no further in this business. He hath honour'd me of late, and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Lady Macbeth. Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since, At what it did so freely? Such I account thy love. From this time Art thou afeard 35 To be the same in thine own act and valour 40 As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," That made you break this enterprise to me? I would, while it was smiling in my face, Macbeth. Lady Macbeth. If we should fail? We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, Macbeth, Bring forth men-children only. 50 55 60 65 70 For thy undaunted mettle should compose Lady Macbeth. Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Macbeth. Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. I am settled, and bend up Away, and mock the time with fairest show. False face must hide what the false heart doth know. 75 80 [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. Court of Macbeth's castle. Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE bearing a torch before him. Banquo. How goes the night, boy? Fleance. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. Banquo. And she goes down at twelve. Fleance. I take 't, 't is later, sir. Banquo. Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heaven; Their candles are all out. Take thee that too. 5 A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch. Who's there! Give me my sword.— ΙΟ Macbeth. A friend. Banquo. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king 's a-bed. He hath been in unusual pleasure, and Sent forth great largess to your offices. By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up Macbeth. Being unprepar'd, Our will became the servant to defect; 15 |