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Most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, the air To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Is delicate.

Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself,

And falls on the other.--How now, what news?
Enter Lady Macbeth.
Dun. See, see! our honour'd hostess :

Enter Lady Macbeth.
The love that follows us, sometime is our Lady M. He has almost supp'd; Why have


you left the chamber?
Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach Mach, Hath he ask'd for nie?
How you shall bid God yield* us for your Lady M. Know yon not, he has ?
And thank us for your trouble. (pains, Macb. We will proceed no further in this
Lady M. All our service

business :

[bought In every point twice done, and then done dou. He hath honour'd me of late; and I have Were poor and single business, to contend Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Against those honours deep and broad, where. Which would be worn now in their newest with

Not cast aside so soon.

Your majesty loads our house: For those of old, Ludy M. Was the hope drunk, [since?
And the late dignities heap'd up to them, Wherein you dress'd yourself?' hath is slept
We rest your hermits.t

And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor? At what it did so freely ? From this time,
We cours'd him at the heels, and had a pur. Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
To be his purveyor: but he rides well ; [pose To be the same in thine own act and valour,
And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath As thou art in desire ? Would’st thou have
holp him

To his home before us : Fair and noble hostess, Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
We are your guest to-night.

And live a coward in thine own esteem;
Lady M. Your servants ever [compt, Letting I dare not wait upon I would,
Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in Like the poor cat i'the adage ?
To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,

Macb. Pr’ythee, peace :
Still to return your own.

I dare do all that may become a man;
Dun. Give me your hand :

Who dares do more, is none.
Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, Lady M. Whet beast was it then,
And shall continue our graces towards him. That made you break this enterprize to me?
By your leave, hostess.

(Exeunt. When you durst do it, then you were a man; SCENE VII.-The same.-A Room in the

And, to be more than what you were, you

would Castle.


Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over the Did then adhere,* and yet you would make stage, a Sewer, 5 and divers Servants with

both: dishes and service. Then enter MACBETH. They have made themselves, and that their fitMacb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then

[know 'twere well

Does unmake you. I have given suck; and It were done quickly : If the assassination How tender 'tis, to love the babe that milks me: Could trammel upon the consequence, and I would, while it was smiling in my face,

Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless
With his surcease, success; that but
this blow And Jash'd the brains out, had I so sworn, as

Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,- Have done to this.
We'd jump the life to come.—But, in these

Macb. If we should fail,-

(teach Lady M. We fail!
We still have judgement here ; that we but But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, re- | And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep,

ftice (Whereto the rather shall his day's hard jour. To plague the inventor: This even-handed jus

ney Commends the ingredients of our poison'd Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains

Will I with wine and wasselt so convince, chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust : That memory, the warders of the brain, as I am his kinsman and his subject,

Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, A limbeck only: When

in swinish sleep Who should against his murderer shut the door, Their drenched naturts lie, as in a death, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this What cannot you and I perform upon

The unguarded Duncan ? what not put upon
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been

His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt
So clear in his great office, that his virtues

Of our great quell ? || Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued,

Macb. Bring forth men-children only!

For thy undaunted mettle should compose
The deep damnation of his taking-off: Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd, 1
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,

When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy

two Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors’d

(gers, Upon the sightless couriers of the air,

Of his own chamber, and us’d their very dag. Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,

That they have don't ? That tears shall drown the wind. I have no

Lady M. Who dares receive it other,

As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar spur

Upon his death? * Reward.

Macb. I am settled, and bend up t1.e. We as hermits shall ever pray for you. Subject to accompt.

* In the same sense as cohere. + Intemperance An officer so called from his placing the dishes on the 1 Overpower.

|| Winds; sightless is invisible.
! Murder.


ness now




Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Which was not so before.-There's no such Away, and mock the time with fairest show:

thing; False face must hide what the false heart doth It is the bloody business, which informs know.

(Exeunt. Thus to mine eyes.- Now o'er the one half АСТ II. .


Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse SCENE 1.-The same.-Court within the Castle. The curtain'd sleep; now witchcraft celebrates Enter Banquo and FLEANCE, and a Serrant, Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, with a torch before them.

Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, (pace, Ban. How goes the night, boy?

Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his the clock.

design Ban. And she goes down at twelve.

Moves like a ghost --Thuu sure and firm-set Fle. I take't, 'tis later, Sir.


[fear Ban. Hold, take my sword :-There's hus- Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for bandry* in heaven,

Thy very stones prate of my where-about, Their candles are all out. - Take thee that too. And take the present horror from the time, A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,

Which now suits with it.-Wbiles I threat, he And yet I would not sleep: Merciful powers ! Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath Gives way to in repose!-Give me my sword;


[A bell rings.

I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch.

Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell Who's there?

That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. Macb. A friend.

[Erit. Ban. What, Sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed:

SCENE JI.-The same.
He hath been in unusual pleasure, and

Enter Lady Macbeth.
Sent forth great largesst to your offices ;t
This diamond he greets your wife withal, (ups

Ludy M. That which hath made them drunk,

hath made me bold: By the name of most kind hostess; and shut In measureless content.

What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire: Macb. Being unprepar'd,

-Hark!-Peace! Our will became the servant to defect;

It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, Which else should free have wrought.

Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is Ban. All's well.

about it: I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: The doors are open ; and the surfeited grooms To you they have show'd some truth.

Do mock their charge with suores: I have Macb. I think not of them :

drugg’d their possets, Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,

That death and nature do contend about them, Would spend it in some words upon that busi-Whether they live, or die.

Macb. (Within.) Who's there?--what, ho! ness, If you would grant the time.

Lady M. Alack! I am afraid they have

awak’d, Ban. At your kind'st leisure.

(deed, Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent, And 'tis not done :-the attempt, and not the when 'tis,

Confounds us :-Hark!—I laid their daggers It shall make honour for you.


(bled Ban. So I lose none,

He could not miss them.-Had he not resemIn seeking to augment it, but still keep

My father as he slept, I had donet.—My hus.

band ?
My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear,
I shall be counsel'd.
Macb. Good repose, the while !

Enter MacBETH.
Ban. Thanks, Sir; The like to you !

Macb. I have done the deed :- Didst thou (Exit BANQUO.

not hear a noise ? Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the is ready,

crickets cry. She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. Did you not speak?

(Exit Servant. Macb. When ? Is this a dagger, which I see before me,

Ludy M. Now. The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me Macb. As I descended ? clutch thee :

Lady M. Ay. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

Macb. Hark!Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible

Who lies i'the second chamber? To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but

Lady M. Donalbain. A dagger of the mind; a false creation,

Macb. This is a sorry sight. Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ?

[Looking on his hands. I see thee yet, in form as palpable

Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry As this which now I draw.

sight. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and And such an instrument I was to use. (ses,

one cried, murder! Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other sen- That they did wake each other; I stood and Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still;

heard them :

(them And on thy blade, and dudgeon,ll gouts of But they did say their prayers, and address'd blood,

Again to sleep.

+ Bounty.

Lady M. There are two lodg’d together. The rooms appropriated to servants

. Conclude.

Macb. One cried, God bless us! and, Amen, || Haft. 9 Drops.

the other;


no more!

Ask they had seen me, with these hangman's | knock: Who's there, i'the name of Belzebub ? hands.

Here's a farmer, that hanged himself on the Listening their fear, I could not say, Amen, expectation of plenty: Come in time; have When they did say, God bless us.

napkins* enough about you; here you'll sweat Lady M. Consider it not so deeply. for’t. [Knocking;) knock, knock; Who's Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce, there, i'the devil's name? ''Faith, here's an Amen?

equivocator, that could swear in both the scales I had most need of blessing, and Amen against either scale; who committed treason Stuck in my throat.

enough for God's sake, yet could not equivoLady M. These deeds must not be thought cate to heaven: 0, come in, equivocator. After these ways; so, it will make us mad. [Knocking.) Knock, knock, knock: Who's Macb. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep there? 'Faith here's an English tailor come

hither for stealing out of a French hose: Come Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep; in, tailor; here you may roast your goose, Sleep, that knits up the rarel’d sleavet of care, [K'nocking.] Knock, knock: Never at quiet! The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, What are you?- But this place is too cold for Balm of hurt minds, great nuture's second course, hell. I'll devil-porter it no further: I had Chief nourisher in life's feast;

thought to have let in some of all professions, Luly M. What do you mean?

that go the primrose way to the everlasting Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more! to all the bonfire. [Knocking.) Anon, anon; I pray you, house:

remember the porter.

[Opens the gate.
Glamis hath murder'd sleep; and therefore Cardor,
Shall sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more!

Lady M. Who was it that thus cried? Why, Mucd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to
worthy thane,
That you do lie so late?

You do unbend your noble strength, to think Port. 'Faith, Sir, we were carousing till the
So brainsickly of things:-Go, get some water, second cock it and drink, Sir, is a great pro-
And wash this filthy witness from your hand.-- voker of three things.
Why did you bring these daggers from the Macd. What three things does drink espe.

cially provoke? They must lie there: Go,carry them; and smear Port. Marry, Sir, nose-painting, sleep, and The sleepy grooms with blood.

urine. Lechery, Sir, it provokes, and unproMacb. I'll go no more :

vokes : it provokes the desire, but it takes away I am afraid to think what I have done; the performance: Therefore, much drink may Look on't again, I dare not.

be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it
Lady M. Infirm of purpose! [dead, makes him, and it mars him; it sets him on,
Give me the daggers': The sleeping, and the and it takes him off; it persuades him, and dis-
Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood, heartens him; makes him stand to, and not
That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, stand to: in conclusion, equivocates him in a
I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.
For it must seem their guilt.

Blacd. I believe, drink gave thee the lie last
(Erit. Knocking within. night.
Macb. Whence is that knocking?

Port. That it did, Sir, i'the very throat o'me:
How is't with me, when every noise appals me? But I requited him for bis lie ; and, I think,
What bands are here? Ha! they pluck out being too strong for him, though he took up
mine eyes!

my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood him.
Clean from my hand ? No; this my hand will Macd. Is thy master stirring ?-
The multitudinous seas incarnardine! (rather Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes.
Making the green-one red.

Re-enter Ludy Macbeth.

Len. Good-morrow, noble Sir!
Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but Macb. Good-morrow, both!
I shame

[knocking Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane?
To wear a heart so white. [Knock. I hear a Macb. Not yet.
At the south entry :-retire we to our chamber: Macd. He did command me to call timely on
A little water clears us of this deed:

I have almost slipp'd the hour. [him;
How easy is it then? Your constancy

Macb. I'll bring you to him.
Hath left you unattended.--(Knocking.] Hark! Macd. I know, this is a joyful trouble to you;
more knocking :

But yet, 'tis one.
Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, Macb. The labour we delight in, physics
And show us to be watchers :- Be not lost This is the door.

(pain. So poorly in your thoughts.

Macd. I'll make so bold to call, Macb. To know my deed,—'twere best not For 'tis my limited service.§ (Exit Macdufr. know myself.


Len. Goes the king Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would From hence to-day ? thou could'st

(Exeunt. Macb. He does :-He did appoint it so.

Len. The night has been unruly: Where we SCENE III.-The same.


(say, Enter a PorteR.-(Knocking within.] Our chimneys were blown down : and, as they

Lamentings heard i'the air; strange screams Port. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a nian

of death;
were porter of hell-gate, he should have olds
turning the key. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, of dire combustion, and confus'd events,

And prophesying, with accents terrible,
As if.

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New hatch'd to the woful time. The obscure Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury, bird

(earth That I did kill them. Clamour'd the livelong pight: some say, the Macd. Wherefore did you so? Was feverous, and did shake.

Macb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temperate Macb. 'Twas a rough night.

and furious, Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man: A fellow to it.

The expedition of my violent love [can,

Out-ran the pauser reason.-Here lay DunRe-enter Macduff.

His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood; Macd. O horror! horror! horror! Tongue, And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nor heart,


[derers, Cannot conceive, nor name thee !*

For ruin's wasteful entrance : there, the murMacb. Len, What's the matter?

Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their Macd. Confusion now hath made his master


(refrain, piece!

Unmannerly breech'd with gore :* Who could Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope That had a heart to love, and in that heart The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence Courage, to make his love known? The life o'the building.

Luy 11. Help me hence, bo! Mucb. What is't you say? the life?

Macd. Look to the lady. Len. Mean you his majesty!

Mal. Why do we hold our tongues, Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy | That most may claim this argument for ours? your sight

Don. What should be spoken here,
With a new Gorgon :--Do not bid me speak; Where our fate, hid within an augre-hole,
See, and then speak yourselves.-Awake! May rush, and seize us? Let's away; our tears

Are not yet brew'd.
(Exeunt MACBETH and LENOX. Mal. Nor our strong sorrow on
Ring the alaruni-bell:--Murder! and treason! The foot of motion.
Banquo, and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake! Ban, Look to the lady :-
Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,

(Lady Macbeth is carried out. And look on death itself!-up, up, and see And when we have our naked frailties hid, The great doom's image?--Malcolm! Ban- That suffer in exposure, let us meet, quo!

[sprights, And question this most bloody piece of work, As from your graves rise up, and walk like to know it further. Fears and scruples shake To countenance this horror! (Bell rings.

[thence In the great hand+ of God I stand; and, Enter Lady Macbeth.

Against the undivulg'd pretencet I fight Lady M. What's the business,

Of treasonous malice,
That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley

Macb. And so do I.
The sleepers of the house? speak, speak, All. So all.
Macd. (), gentle lady,

Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness,
"Tis not for you to hear what I can speak : And meet i'the hall together.
The repetition, in a woman's car, (quo! AU. Well contented.
Would murder as it fell. --O Banquo! Ban-

[Exeunt all but Mal. and Don.

Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort Enter BANQUO.

with them : Our royal master's murder'd !

To show an untelt sorrow, is an office [land. Ludy M. Woe, alas !

Which the false man does easy: I'll to EngWhat, in our house?

Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune Bun. Too cruel, any where.

Shall keep us both the safer: where we are, Dear Duff, I pr’ythee, contradict thyself, There's daggers in men's smiles : the near in And say, it is not so.

The nearer bloody.


Mal. This murderous shaft that's shot,
Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX.

Hath not yet lighted; and our safest way Macb. Had I but died an hour before this Is, to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse; chance,

And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant, But shift away: There's warrant in that theft There's nothing serious in mortality :

Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left. All is but toys: renown, and grace, is dead;

(E.reunt. The wine of life is drawn, and the meer lees Is left this vault to brag of.

SCENE IV.- IT'ithout the Castle.

Enter Rosse and an old Man.
Don. What is amis3 ?

Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember Macb. You are, and do not know it:

well: The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood Within the volume of which time, 1 have seen Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd.

Hours dreadful, and things strange; but this Mucd. Your royal father's murder'd.

sore night Mul, 0, by whom?

Hath trifled former knowings. Len. Those of his chamber, as it seen’d, had

Russe. Ah, good father, done't:

[blood, Thou see'st, the heavens, as troubled with Their hands and faces were all badg' with

.man's act, So were their daggers, which, unwip'd, we Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock, 'tis Upon their pillows:


(lamp: They star'd, and were distracted; no man's life. And yet dark night strangles the travelling Was to be trusted with them.

Is ji night's predominance, or the day's shame, * The use of two negatives, not to make an affirmative, * Covered with bload to their hile but to deny more strongly, is common in our author.



mine eyes,

That darkness does the face of earth entomb, It had been as a gap in our great feast,
When living light should kiss it?

And all things unbecoming.
Old M. "Tis unnatural,

[last, Macb. To night we hold a solemn supper, Sir, Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday And I'll request your presence. A falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place,

Bun. Let your highness
Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at, and kill'd. Command upon me, to the which, my duties
Rosse. And Duncan's horses, (a thing most Are with a most indissoluble tie
strange and certain,)

For ever knit.
Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Macb. Ride you this afternoon?
Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, llung Ban. Ay, my good lord.

(make Macb. We should have else desir'd your good Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would


[rous,) War with mankind.

(Which still hath been both grave and prospeOld M. "Tis said, they eat each other. In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow. Rosse. They did so; to the amazement of Is't far you ride?

[Macduff:- Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time That look'd upon't. Here comes the good "Twixt this and supper : go not my horse the

better, Enter MACDUFF.

I must become a borrower of the night, How goes the world, Sir, now?

For a dark hour, or twain. Macd. Why, see you not ?.

Macb. Fail not our feast. Rosse. Is't' known who did this more than Ban. My lord, I will not. bloody deed ?

Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are beMacd. Those that Macbeth hath slain.

stow'd Rosse. Alas, the day !

In England, and in Ireland; not confessing What good could they pretend ?*

Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers Macd. They were suborn’d :

With strange invention : Butof that to-morrow; Malcolm, and Donalbain, the king's two sons, When, therewithal, we shall have cause of Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon

state, them

Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse : Adieu, Suspicion of the deed.

Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with Rosse. 'Gainst nature still :

you? Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up

Ban. Ay, my good lord : our time does call Thine own life's means!—Then 'tis most like,

upon us. The sovereignty will fall npon Macbeth. Macb. I wish your horses swist, and sure of Macd. He is already nam’d; and gone to

foot; Scone,

And so I do commend* you to their backs. To be invested.


(Exit BANQUO. Rosse. Where is Duncan's body?

Let every man be master of his time Macd. Carried to Colmes-kill;

Till seven at night; to make societyThe sacred storehouse of his predecessors, The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself And guardian of their bones.

Till supper-time alone : while then, God be Rosse. Will you to Scone? Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife.

( Ereunt Lady MACBETH, Lords, Ladies, &c. Rosse. Well, I will thither.

Sirrah, a word: Attend those men our pleaMacd. Well, may you see things well done

sure? there ;-adieu !

Atten. They are, my lord, without the paLest our old robes sit easier than our new !

lace gate. Rosse. Father, farewell.

Macb. Bring them before us.—[Exit ATTEN.] Old M. God's benison go with you: and

To be thus, is nothing; with those

But to be safely thus :-Our fears in Banquo That would make good of bad, and friends of Stick deep ; and in his royaltyf of nature foes !

[Exeunt. Reigns that, which would be feard : ”Tis

much he dares; ACT III.

And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,

He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour SCENE 1.-Fores.-A Room in the Palace.

To act in safety. There is none, but he

Whose being I do fear: and, under him,
Bun. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Gla- My genius is rebuk’d; as, it is said,
mis, all,

Mark Antony's was by Cæsar. He chid the As the weird women promis'd ; and, I fear,

sisters, Thou play'dst most foully for’t: yet it was said, When first they put the name of King upon me, It should not stand in thy posterity;

And bade them speak to him; then, prophetBut that myself should be the root, and father

like, Of many kings. If there come truth from them, They hail'd him father to a line of kings: (As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine,) Upon my head they plac'd a fruitless crown, Why, by the verities on thee made good, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, May they not be my oracles as well,

Thence to be wrench'à with an unlineal hand, And set me up in hope? But hush; no more.

No son of mine succeeding. If it be so,

For Banquo's issue have I fil'd; my mind; Senet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as King ; Lady For them the gracious Duncan have I murMACBETH, as Queen ; LENOX, Russe, Lords,

der'd; Ladies, and Atiendunts.

Put rancours in the vessel of my peace Macb. Here's our chief guest.

Only for them; and mine eternal jewel Lady M. If he had been forgotten,

Given to the common enemy of man, * Intend to themselves

* Commit. + Nobleness 1 For defiled

with you.

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