Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Ban. This guest of summer, The temple- haunting martlet, does approve, Enter Lady MACBETH. Dun. See, see! our honour'd hostess! The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you, How you shall bid God yield us for your pains, And thank us for your trouble. Lady M. All our service In every point twice done, and then done double, Were poor and single business, to contend Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith Your Majesty loads our house: For those of old, And the late diguities heap'd up to them, We rest your hermits. Dun. Where's the Thane of Cawdor? We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose To be his purveyor: but he rides well; And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess, We are your guest to-night. Lady M. Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, To make their audit at your Highness' pleasure, Still to return your own. Dun, Give me your hand: Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, [Exeunt. SCENE VII. The same. A Room in the Castle. Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over the stage, a sewer, and divers servants with dishes and service. Then enter MACBETH. Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination The deep damnation of his taking-off: Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, I have no To prick the sides of my intent, but only Lady M. How now! what news? Enter Lady MACBETH. He has almost supp'd; Why have you left the chamber? Macb. Hath he ask'd for me? Lady M. Know you not, he has? Macb. We will proceed no further in this business: He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Lady M. Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since? Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour, Macb, Pr'y thee, peace: I dare do all that may become a man; Lady M. What beast was it then, That made you break this enterprize to me? Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, Mach. If we should fail, Lady M. We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, Macb. Bring forth men-children only! Lady M. Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Macb. I am settled, and bend up Each corporal agent to his terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show: False face must hide what the false heart doth [Exeunt. know. АСТ II. SCENE I. The same. Court within the Castle. Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE; and a Servant, with a torch before them. Ban. How goes the night, boy? Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. Ban. And she goes down at twelve. Ban. Hold, take my sword:- There's husbandry in heaven, Their candles are all out. - Take thee that too. Enter MACBETH, and a servant with a torch. Who's there? Mac. A friend. |