Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason Macb. Bring forth men-children only; For thy undaunted mettle should compose Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd, When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two Lady M. Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Upon his death? Macb. I'm settled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show: False face must hide what the false heart doth know. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. Inverness. Court of MACBETH's castle. Enter BANQUO, preceded by FLEANCE with a torch.(39) Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. Fle. I take 't, 'tis later, sir. Ban. Hold, take my sword :-there's husbandry in heaven, Their candles are all out :-take thee that too. A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch. Macb. A friend. Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed: He hath been in unusual pleasure, and Sent forth great largess to your officers: This diamond he greets your wife withal, By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, We would spend it in some words upon that business, Ban. At your kind'st leisure. Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent,—when 'tis, It shall make honour for you. Ban. So I lose none I shall be counsell'd. [Exeunt Banquo and Fleance. [Exit Servant. Macb. Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. Is this a dagger which I see before me,' The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; Mine eyes are made the fools o' th' other senses, Thus to mine eyes.-Now o'er the one half-world Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Enter Lady MACBETH. [A bell rings. [Exit. 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. He is about it: The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores: I've 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 awak'd, And 'tis not done :-th' attempt, and not the deed, Confounds us. (43)-Hark!—I laid their daggers ready; He could not miss 'em.-Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had done't.-My husband! Re-enter MACBETH. Macb. I've done the deed.-Didst thou not hear a noise? Lady M. I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. Macb. This is a sorry sight. Donalbain. [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 them : Again to sleep. Lady M. There are two lodg'd together. Macb. One cried "God bless us!" and "Amen!" the other; As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands, Lady M. Consider it not so deeply. Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce " Amen "? 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, What do mean ? Lady M. "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 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. Macb. 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. Macb. [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! Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather 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. [Knocking within.] 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 I hear a Hath left you unattended.-[Knocking within.] Hark! more knocking: 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 myself. [Knocking within. |