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come hither, for stealing out of a French hose:' Come in, tailor, here you may roast your goose. [Knocking. ] 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.) Anon, anon; I pray you, remember the porter.
(Opens the gate. Enter Macduff and Lenox. Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, That you do lie so late?
Port. 'Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock.
Macd. Is thy master stirring ?
I'll bring you to him.
Macb. The labour we delight in, physicks pain.
I'll make so bold to call,
Exit MacDUFF. Len.
Goes the king From hence to-day?
* The archness of the joke consists in this, that a French hose being very short and straight, a tailor must be master of his trade who could steal any thing from thence.-WARBURTON.
' appointed service.
He does :-he did appoint it 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 prophecying, with accents terrible, Of dire combustion, and confus'd events, New hatch'd to th' woeful time. The obscure bird 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 Cannot conceive, nor name thee!
[heart, 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'th' building. Macb.
What is't you say? the life? Len. Mean you his majesty ?
[sight Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your With a new Gorgon: Do not bid me speak; See, and then speak yourselves.-Awake! awake!
. .[Exeunt MACBETH and LENOX. 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! As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprights, To countenance this horror!
· This use of the double negative is very common in our author,
Enter Lady MACBETH.
What's the business,
0, gentle lady, 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak : The repetition, in a woman's ear, Would murder as it fell.- O Banquo! Banquo
Too cruel, any where. --
Re-enter MACBETH and Lenox.
Enter Malcolm and DONALBAIN.
You are, and do not know it:
Macd. Your royal father's murder'd.
O, by whom?
They star'd, and were distracted; no man's life
Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
Wherefore did you so ?
Help me hence, ho! Macd. Look to the lady. Mal.
Why do we hold our tongues, That most may claim this argument for ours?
Don. What should be spoken here,
Nor our strong sorrow on
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 pretence3 I fight of treasonous malice.
· Foully sheathed. • Meaning, our half-dressed bodies.
3 the secret and ulterior design.
And so do I.
[Exeunt all but Mal. and Don. Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort with To show an unfelt sorrow, is an office [them : Which the false man does easy : l’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. Mal.
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, But shift away: There's warrant in that theft Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left.
SCENE IV.— Without the castle.
Enter Rosse and an old Man. Old M. Threescore and ten I can rembember well: Within the volume of which time, I have seen Hours dreadful, and things strange; but this sore Hath trifled former knowings.
Ah, good father,