Thus to mine eyes.-Now o'er the one half world Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, Which now suits with it.-Whiles I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. [A bell rings. I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell [Exit. SCENE II.-The Same. Enter LADY MACBETH. 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 have 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 :-the attempt, and not the deed, Confounds us. Hark!-I laid their daggers ready; He could not miss them.-Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had done 't.-My husband! Enter MACBETH. Mach. I have done the deed.-Didst thou not hear a noise? Macb. Hark Who lies i' the second chamber? Lady M. Donalbain. Macb. [Looking on his hands.] This is a sorry sight. 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: But they did say their prayers, and address'd them Again to sleep. Lady M. There are two lodg'd together. Mach. One cried, "God bless us !" and, "Amen," the other; As they had seen me with these hangman's hands. Listening their fear, I could not say "Amen," When they did say, "God bless us." Lady M. Consider it not so deeply. Amen?" Mach. But wherefore could not I pronounce 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, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Lady M. What do you mean? Macb. Still it cried, "Sleep no more!" to all the house: "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, Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on't again, I dare not. Lady M. Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping, and the dead, Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood Macb. That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, [Exit. Knocking heard. Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appals me? 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.] I hear a knocking A little water clears us of this deed: How easy is it, then! Your constancy Hath left you unattended.-[Knocking.] Hark! more knocking: Get on your night-gown, 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. Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst ! SCENE III.-The Same. Knocking heard. Enter a Porter. [Exeunt. Porter. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key.-[Knocking.] 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 enough about you; here you'll sweat for 't.— [Knocking.] 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: O, come in, equi vocator.-[Knocking.] 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.] Knock, knock; never at quiet! What are you?—But this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no farther: 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 and drink, Sir, is a great provoker of three things. Macd. What three things does drink especially provoke? Port. 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. Port. 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, though he took up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him. Macd. Is thy master stirring?— Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes. Enter MACBETH. Len. Good morrow, noble Sir. Macb. Good morrow, both. Not yet. Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane? Macd. He did command me to call timely on him: I have almost slipp'd the hour. Macb. I'll bring you to him. Macd. I know this is a joyful trouble to you; But yet 'tis one. Mach. The labour we delight in physics pain. Len. The night has been unruly: where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say, Of dire combustion, and confus'd events, New hatch'd to the woful time: the obscure bird 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 master-piece! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence The life o' the building! Macb. What is 't you say? the life? Len. Mean you his majesty ? Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight With a new Gorgon :-do not bid me speak; See, and then speak yourselves. [Exeunt MACBETH and LENOX Awake, awake! Ring the alarum-bell :-murder and treason!— Enter LADY MACBETH. Lady M. What's the business, That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley Macd. 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak: The repetition, in a woman's ear, Would murder as it fell. [Alarum-bell rings. O gentle lady, Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX. Mach. Had I but died an hour before this chance, |