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Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst !

[Exeunt. 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 vähin.] Knock, knock, knock! Who's there, i’ the name of Beelzebub ? Here's a farmer that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty: come in time; have napkins enow about you; here you'll sweat for’t.—[Knocking within.] Knock, knock! Who's there, in the 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: 0, come in, equivocator.—[Knocking within.] Knock, knock, knock ! Who's there? Faith, here's an English tailor come hither, for stealing out of a French hose: come in, tailor; here you may roast your goose.—[Knocking within.] 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 within.] Anon, anon! pray you, remember the porter.

[Opens the gate. Enter MACDUFF and LENNOX. Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,

do lie so late?
Port. Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock :
and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.

Macd. What three things does drink especially provoke?

. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir

, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but
it takes away the performance : therefore, much drink may
be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him, and
it mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off ; it persuades
him, and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and not stand
to; in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving
him the lie, leaves him.

Macd. I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.

. That it did, sir, i' the very throat on me: but I requited him for his lie; and, I think, being too strong for him,

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Macd. Is thy master stirring ?-
Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes.

Not yet.

yet ’tis


Re-enter MACBETH.
Len. Good morrow, noble sir.

Good morrow, both.
Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane?

Macd. He did command me to call timely on him :
I've almost slipp'd the hour.

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

Macb. The labour we delight in physics pain.
This is the door.

Macd. I'll make so bold to call, For ’tis my limited service.

[Exit. Len. Goes the king hence to-day? Macb.

He does: he did appoint 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 prophesying, with accents terrible, Of dire combustion and confus'd events New hatch'd to the woful time: the obscure bird 45) Clamour’d the livelong night: some say, the earth Was feverous and did shake. Macb.

'Twas a rough night.
Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel
A fellow to it.

Re-enter MacdufF.
Macd. O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart
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' the building !


What is’t you say? the life?
Len. Mean you his majesty?

Maed. Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
With a new Gorgon :-do not bid me speak;
See, and then speak yourselves. [Exeunt Macb. and Len.

Awake, awake ! -
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 !(46)
As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites,
To countenance this horror!

[Alarum-bell rings.

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Re-enter Lady MACBETH.
Lady M.

What's the business, (47)
That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
The sleepers of the house ? speak, speak!

O gentle lady,
"Tis not for you to hear what I can speak :
The repetition, in a woman's ear,
Would murder as it fell.



Re-enter BANQUO.

O Banquo, Banquo,
Our royal master's murder'd !
Lady M.

Woe, alas !
What, in our house?

Too cruel any where.Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself;


And say it is not so.

Re-enter MACBETH and LENNOX.(48)
Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance,
I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant,
There's nothing serious in mortality :
All is but toys: renown and grace is dead;
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of.

Enter Malcolm and DONALDAIN.

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Don. What is amiss ?

You are, and do not know't:
The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
Is stopp'd,—the very source of it is stopp'd.

Macd. Your royal father's murder’d.

0, by whom?
Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done 't:
Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood ;
So were their daggers, which, unwip'd, we found
Upon their pillows:
They star'd, and were distracted; no man's life
Was to be trusted with them.

Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
That I did kill them.

Wherefore did you so ?
Macb. Who can be wise, amaz’d, temperate and furious,
Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man:
The expedition of my violent love
Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,
His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood;
And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature
For ruin's wasteful entrance : there, the murderers,
Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers
Unmannerly breech'd with gore : who could refrain,
That had a heart to love, and in that heart
Courage to make's love known?

Help me hence, ho!
Macd. Look to the lady.

Mal. [aside to Don.] Why do we hold our tongues,
That most may claim this argument for ours?
Don. [aside to Mal.] What should be spoken here, where

our fate,
Hid in an auger-hole, may rush, and seize us?

Lady M.

Let's away;

Our tears are not yet brew'd.

Mal. [aside to Don.]
Upon the foot of motion.

Nor our strong sorrow


Look to the lady :

[Lady Macbeth is carried out.
And when we have our naked frailties hid,
That suffer in exposure, let us meet,
And question this most bloody piece of work,
To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us :
In the great hand of God I stand ; and thence
Against the undivulg'd pretence I fight
Of treasonous malice.

And so do I.

So all.
Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness,
And meet i' th' hall together.

Well contented.
[Exeunt all except Malcolm and Donalbain.
Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort with them :
To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
Which the false man does easy. I'll to England.

Don. To Ireland I; our separated fortune
Shall keep us both the safer: where we are,
There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood,
The nearer bloody.

This murderous shaft that's shot
Hath not yet lighted; and our safest way
Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse ;
And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,

there's warrant in that theft
Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left. [Exeunt.


But shift

SCENE II. The same. Without MACBETH's castle.

Enter Ross and an Old Man.
Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember well:
Within the volume of which time I've seen
Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore night
Hath trifled former knowings.

Ah, good father,


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