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Macb. Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor:, It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, The greatest is behind.—Thanks for your pains.- To catch the nearest way: Thou wouldst be great; Do you not hope your children shall be kings, Art not without ambition; but without When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst Promised no less to them?

highly, Ban.

That, trusted home, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,

And yet wouldst wrongly win: Hie thee hither, Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange: That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And oftentimes to win us to our barm

And chastise with the valour of my tongue The instruments of darkness tell us truths; All that impedes thee from the golden round, Win us with honest trifles, to betray us

Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem In deepest consequence.

To have thee crown'd withal. ---What is your Macb, Two truths are told,

tidings : As happy prologues to the swelling act

Enter an Attendant. Of the imperial theme.-I thank you, gentlemen.

Atten. The king comes here to-night. This supernatural soliciting

Lady M.

Thou’rt mad to say it: Cannot be ill; cannot be good :-If ill,

Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so, Why hath it given me earnest of success,

| Would have inform’d for preparation. Commencing in a truth? I am Thane of Cawdor:

Atten. So please you, it is true; our thane is If good, why do I yield to that suggestion

coming: Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,

One of my fellows had the speed of him; And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,

Who, almost dead for breatb, bad scarcely more Against the use of nature?

| Than would make up his message.
Ban.
Look, how our partner's rapt.
L Lady M.

Give bim tending, Macb. If chance will bave me king, why, chance

He brings great news. The raven himself is horse, may crown me,

[Exit Attendant. Without my stir.

That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Ban.
New honours come upon him

Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
Like our strange garments, cleave not to their

That tend on mortal* thougbts, unsex me here; mould,

And fill me from the crown to the toe, top-full But with the aid of use.

Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, Macb.

Come what come may,

Stop up the access and passage to remorse; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

That no compunctious visitings of nature Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your lei.

Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between sure.

The effect, and it. Come, thickest night, Macb. Give me your favour :

And pallt thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! ' My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.

That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; Kind gentlemen, your pains are register'd

Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark Where every day I turn the leaf to read them.

To cry, “Hold, hold !" Great Glamis, worthy Let us toward the king. Think upon wbat hath chanc'd; and, at more time,

Cawdor! The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak

Enter MACBETH, Our free hearts each to other.

| Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Ban.

Very gladly. | Thy letters have transported me beyond
Macb. Till then, enough.—Come, friends. This ignorant present, and I feel now

(Exeunt. The future in the instant.
Macb.

My dearest love,
SCENE.-Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's | Duncan comes here to-night.
Castle.

Lady M.

And when goes hence ? Enter Lady MACBETH, reading a letter.

Macb. To morrow,--as he purposes.

Lady M. Lady M. “They met me in the day of success; I

O, never

Shall sun that morrow see ! and I have learned by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When |

Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men I burned in desire to question them further, they

May read strange matters :--To beguile the time,

ey | Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, made themselves air, into which they vanished. ) : Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came mis

Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent

flower, sives from the king, who all hailed me, "Thane of

But be the serpent under it. He that's coming Cawdor;' by which title, before, these weird sisters

Must be provided for: and you shall put saluted me, and referred me to the coming on ofm

This night's great business into my despatch ;' time, with ‘Hail, king that shalt be! This I have

Which shall to all our nights and days to come, thought good to de.iver thee, my dearest partner

Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. of greatness; that thou mightest not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness

Macb. We will speak further.

Lady M. is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and fare

Only look up clear;

To alter favour ever is to fear; well.”

[Exeunt. Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promis'd ;-Yet do I fear thy na.

Leave all the rest to me.

* Mortal here means murderous. ture;

† To pall, to wrap as in a mantle.

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Ban.

Dun.

Dun.

him

SCENE.-The same. Before the Castle. Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending.

| That tears shall drown the wind. - I have no spur

To prick the sides of my intent, but only Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, | Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,

LENOX, MACDUFF, Rosse, Angus, and Attend. And falls on the other-How now, what news? ants.

Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself

Enter Lady MACBETH. Unto our gentle senses.

Lady M. He has almost supp’d; why have you This guest of summer,

left the chamber? The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, Macb. Hath he asked for me? By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath Lady M.

Know you not he has ? Smells wooingly here.

Macb. We will proceed no further in this busi

ness : Enter Lady MacBETH.

He hath honoured me of late ; and I have bought
See, see! our honour'd hostess! Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Which we still thank as love.

Not cast aside so soon.
Lady M.
All our service

Lady M.

Was the hope drunk, Were poor and single business, to contend Wherein you dressed yourself? bath it slept since ? Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith And wakes it now, to look so green and pale Your majesty loads our house: For those of old At what it did so freely ? From this time, And the late dignities heap'd up to them, Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard We rest your hermits.

To be the same in thine own act and valour, Where's the Thane of Cawdor? As thou art in desire ? We cours’d him at the heels, and had a purpose Macb.

Prithee, peace : To be bis purveyor; but he rides well;

I dare do all that may become a man; And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp | Who dares do more, is none.

Lady M.

What beast was't then, To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess, That made you break this enterprise to me? We are your guests to-night. Give me your hand: When you durst do it, then you were a man; Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, And, to be more than what you were, you would And shall continue our graces towards him. Be so much more the man. 'Nor time, nor place, By your leave, hostess.

[Exeunt. Did then adhere, and yet you would make both :

They bave made themselves, and that their fitness SCENE.--The same. A Room in the Castle.

now Hautboys and torches, Enter, and pass over the

Does unmake you,
Macb.

If we should fail, stage, a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes

Lady M.

We fail ! and service. Then enter MACBETH.

But screw your courage to the sticking place, Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep 'twere well

(Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey It were done quickly: If the assassination Soundly invite him), his two chamberlains Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, Will I'with wine and wassel so convince, With his surcease, success; that but this blow That memory, the warder of the brain, Might be the be-all and the end-all, here, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, A limbeck only: When in swinish sleep We'd jump the life to come. But in these cases, Their drenched natures lie, as in a death, We still have judgment here; that we but teach What cannot you and I perform upon Bloody instructions, which being taught, return The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon To plague the inventor : This even-handed justice His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice Of our great quell? To our own lips. He's here in double trust : Macb.

Will it not be receiv'd First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two, Strong both against the deed : then, as his host, of his own chamber, and us'd their very daggers, Who should against his murtherer shut the door, That they have done't ? Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Lady M.

Who dares receive it other, Hath borne his faculties so meek, bath been | As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar So clear in bis great office, that his virtues Upon bis death? Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against

I am settled, and bend up The deep damnation of his taking-off:

Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. And pity, like a naked new-born babe,

Away, and mock the time with fairest show: Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd False face must hide what the false heart doth Upon the sightless couriers of the air,

know.

[Exeunt.

ters:

Macb.

itis,

ACT II. SCENE.—The same. Court within the Castle.

Enter Lady MACBETH.

| Lady M. That which bath made them drunk Enter BANQUO and MACBETH.

hath made me bold : Ban. I dreamt last night of the three weird sis- What hath quench'd them hath given me fire:

Hark! Peace! It was the owl that shriek’d, To you they have showed some truth.

The fatal bellman which gives the stern’st good I think not of them :

night. Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, He is about it: The doors are open; We would spend it in some words upon that busi. And the surfeited grooms do mock their charge ness,

with snores: If you would grant the time.

I have drugged their possets, Ban.

At your kind'st leisure. That death and nature do contend about them, i Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent, when Whether they live or die.

Macb. [Within] Who's there ?-what, ho! It shall make honour for you.

| Lady M. Alack! I am afraid they have awak’d, Ban.

So I lose none, And 'tis not done :—the attempt, and not the deed, In seeking to augment it, but still keep

Confounds us ;-Hark!-I laid their daggers My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear,

ready, I shall be counsell'd.

He could not miss them.-Had he not resembled Macb.

Good repose, the while! My father as he slept, I had done't-My husband ! Ban. Thanks, sir; the like to you!

Enter MACBETH. [Exit BANQUO. Macb. I have done the deed: Didst thou not · Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is hear a noise ? ready,

Lady M. I heard the owlscream, and the crickets She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.

cry.

[Exit Servant. Did not you speak?, Is this a dagger which I see before me,

Macb.

When? The handle toward my hand ? Come let me clutch Lady M.

Now. thee:

Macb.

As I descended ? I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

Lady M. Ay. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible

Macb. Hark!To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but

Who lies i’ the second chamber? A dagger of the mind, a false creation,

Lady M.

Donalbain. Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ?

Macb. This is a sorry sight. I see thee yet, in form as palpable

Looking on his hands. As this which now I draw.

Lady M. A foolish thought to say a sorry sight. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going, Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, And such an instrument I was to use.

And one cried “murther!” that they did wake Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,

each other; Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still; I stood and heard them; but they did say their And on thy blade, and dudgeon,* gouts of blood,

prayers, Which was not so before.-There's no such thing. And address’d them again to sleep. It is the bloody business which informs

Lady M. There are two lodg'd together. Thus to mine eyes.—Now o'er the one half world Macb. One cried, “ God bless us !” and “Amen," Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse

the other; The curtain'd sleep: witchcraft celebrates As they had seen me with these hangman's hands. Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murther, Listening their fear, I could not say Amen, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,

When they did say God bless us. Whose howl's) his watch, thus with his stealthy Lady M. Consider it not so deeply. pace,

Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design

Amen? Moves like a ghest. - Thou sure and firm-set I had most need of blessing, and Amen earth,

Stuck in my throat. Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Lady M. These deeds must not be thought The very stones prate of my whereabout, | After these ways; so, it will make us mad. And take the present horror from the time,

Macb. Methought, I heard a voice cry,“ Sleep Which now suits with it.-Whiles I threat he

no more!

Macbeth does murther sleep, the innocent sleep; Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. Sleep, that knits up the ravelld sleave* of care,

[A bell rings. The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.

Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Hear it not, Duncan ; for it is a knell

| Chief nourisher in life's feast.” That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. [Exit. Lady M.

What do you mean? . * Dudgeon means handle. ?

Sleave means unwrought silk.

lives :

Macb. Still it cried, “ Sleep no more !" to all / SCENE-Without the Castle.

the house :
“Glamis hath murther'd sleep : and therefore

Enter Rosse and an Old Man.
Cawdor

Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember well, Shall sleep'no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more.” Within the volume of which time I have seen Lady M. Who was it that thus cried ? Why, Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore worthy thane,

night You do unbend your noble strength, to think | Hath trifled former knowings. So brainsickly of things:-Go, get some water, Rosse.

Ab, good father, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. - Thou see'st, the heavens, as troubled with man's act, Why did you bring these daggers from the place? Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock, tis 'day, They must lie there: Go, carry them; and smear And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp: The sleepy grooms with blood.

Is’t night's predominance, or the day's shame, Macb.

I'll go no more: That darkness does the face of earth intomb, I am afaid to think what I have done;

When living light should kiss it?
Look on't again I dare not.

Here comes the good Macduff:-
Lady M.
Infirm of purpose !

Enter MACDUFF.
Give me the daggers : The sleeping and the dead
Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood How goes the world, sir, now?
That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,

Macd. Why, see you not?
I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,

Rosse. Is’t known who did this more than bloody For it must seem their guilt.

deed ? [Exit. Knocking within. Macd. Those that Macbeth bath slain. Macb. Whence is that knocking ?! Rosse.

Alas, the day! How is't with me, when every noise appals me? What good could they pretend ? What hands are here! Ha! they pluck out mine Macd.

They were suborn'd: eyes ! .

Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons, Will all great Neptune's Ocean wash this blood Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them Clean from my hand : No; this my hand will / Suspicion of the deed. rather

Rosse.

'Gainst nature still: The multitudinous seas incarnadine,

Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Making the green--one red.

Thine own life's means !—Then 'tis most like Re-enter Lady MACBETH.

The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth. Lady M. My hands are of your colour ; but Il Macd. He is already nam'd; and gone to Scone shame

To be invested.
To wear a heart so white. Knock] I hear a Rosse. Where is Duncan's body?
knocking

Macd. Carried to Colmes-kill;
At the south entry: retire we to our chamber; The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,
A little water clears us of this deed :

And guardian of their bones.
How easy is it then! Your constancy

Will you to Scone? Hath left you unattended.- [Knocking.] Hark! Macd. No, cousin, I'll to life. more knocking:

Rosse.

Well, I will thither. Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, Macd. Well, may you see things well done And show us to be watchers :-Be not lost

there :-adieu!. So poorly in your thoughts.

Lest our old robes sit easier than our new ! Macb. To know my deed, 'twere best not know Rosse. Farewell, father. myself.

[Knock.) Old M. God's benison go with you, and with those Wake Duncan with thy knocking; I would thou That would make good of bad, and friends of foes ! couldst! [Exeunt.

[Exeunt.

Rosse.

ACT III. SCENE.-Forres. A Room in the Palace. Senet sounded. Entor MACBETH, as King; Lady

MACBETH, as Queen; LENOX, Rosse, Lords, Enter Banquo.

Ladies, and Attendants. Ban. Thou hast it now, king, Cawdor, Glamis, Macb. Here's our chief guest. all

Lady M.

If he had been forgotten As the weird women promis'd ; and I fear It had been as a gap in our great feast, Thou playd'st most foully for’t': yet it was said, And all-things unbecoming." It should not stand in thy posterity;

Macb. To night we hold a solemn supper, sir, But that myself shall be the root and father And I'll request your presence. Of many kings. If there come truth from them, Ban.

Let your highness (As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine), Command upon me; to the which, my duties Why, by the verities on thee made good,

Are with a most indissoluble tie
May they not be my oracles as well,

For ever knit.
And set me up in hope? But hush; no more. Macb. Ride you this afternoon?

Ban.

Ay, my good lord. Against my near'st of life: And though I could Macb. Is’t far you ride?

With bare-fac'd power sweep bim from my sight, Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not, Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the For certain friends that are both his and mine, better,

| Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall i I must become a borrower of the night,

Whom I myself struck down: and thence it is For a dark hour or twain.

That I to your assistance do make love; Macb,

Fail not our feast. | Masking the business from the common eye, Ban. My lord, I will not.

For sundry weighty reasons. Macb. I wish your horses swift and sure of foot, 2 Mur.

We shall, my lord, And so I do commend you to their backs. | Perform what you command us. Farewell. [Exit BanqUO. 1 Mur.

Though our livesLet every man be master of his time

Macb. Your spirits shine through you. Within Till seven at night; to make society

this hour, at most, The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself I will advise you where to plant yourselves. Till supper-time alone; while then, God be with Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time, you.

The moment on't; for’i must be done to-night, [ Exeunt Lady MACBETH, Lords, Ladies, &c. And something from the palace. Sirrah, a word with you : Attend those men our Fleance bis son, that keeps him company, pleasure ?

(Whose absence is no less material to me Attend. They are, my lord, without the palace Than is his father's,) must embrace the fate gate.

Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart ; Macb. Bring them before us.—[Exit Atten.]— I'll come to you anon, To be thus, is nothing;

2 Mur.

We are resolved, my lord, But to be safely thus:- Our fears in Banquo 1 Macb. I'll call upon you straight; abide within, Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature

It is concluded :- Banquo, thy soul's flight, Reigns that which would be feared : 'tis much he If it find heaven, must find it out to-night. dares;

[Exeunt. And to that dauntless temper of his mind, He bath a wisdom that doth guide bis valour

Enter Lady MACBETH. To act in safety. There is none but he,

Lady M.

Nought's had, all's spent Whose being I do fear : and under him

Where our desire is got without content; My genius is rebuk’d. IIe chid the sisters,

l'Tis safer to be that which we destroy, When first they put the name of king upon me, Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy. And bade them speak to him ; then, prophet-like,

Enter MACBETH.
They hail'd him father to a line of kings:
Upon my head they plac'd a fruitless crown,

How now, my lord? why do you keep alone, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,

| Of sorriest* fancies your companions making ? Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, Using those thoughts which should indeed have died No son of mine succeeding. If it be so,

With them they think on? Things without remedy, For Banquo's issue have I fill'd my mind;

Should be without regard: what's done is done. For them the gracious Duncan have I murther'd;

Macb. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it; Put rancours in the vessel of my peace

She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice Only for them; and mine eternal jewel

Remains in danger of her former tooth. Rather than so, come, fate, into the list,

But let the frame of things disjoint, both the Given to the common enemy of man,

worlds suffer, To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings !

Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep And champion me to the utterance !- Who's there?

In the affliction of these terrible dreams, Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers.

That shake us nightly: Better be with the dead, Now to the door, and stay there till we call.

| Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,

Exit Attendant. Than on the torture of the mind to lie Was it not yesterday we spoke together?

In restless ecstacy.t Duncan is in his grave 1 Mur. It was, so please your highness.

After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Macb.

Well then now. | Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison, Have you considered of my speeches ?

Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, 2 Mur.

I am one, my liege,

Can touch him further! Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world

Lady M. Come on; Have so incens’d, that I am reckless what

Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks ; I do, to spite the world.

Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night. 1 Mur. And I another.

Macb. So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you : So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,

Let your remembrance apply to Banquo; That I would set my life on any chance,

Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue To mend it, or be rid on't.

Unsafe the while, that we Macb.

Both of you Must leave our honours in these flattering streams, Know, Banquo was your enemy.

And make our faces vizards to our hearts, 2 Mur.

True, my lord. Disguising wbat they are. Macb. So is he mine; and in such bloody dis- Lady M.

You must leave this. tance,

* Sorriest here means most melancholy. That every minute of his being thrusts

Ecstacy means agony,

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