What cannot you and I perform upon Macb. The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon 70 Bring forth men-children only; Nothing but males. Will it not be received, Lady M. Macb. Who dares receive it other, I am settled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show: False face must hide what the false heart doth know. Act Second. Scene I. Inverness. Court of Macbeth's castle. Enter Banquo, and Fleance bearing a torch before him. Ban. How goes the night, boy? Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. Fle. Ban. Hold, take my sword. heaven, Their candles are all out. A heavy summons lies like And yet I take 't, 'tis later, sir. There's husbandry in Take thee that too. lead upon me, I would not sleep. Merciful powers, Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature Enter Macbeth, and a Servant with a torch. Who's there? Macb. A friend. Give me my sword. 10 Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed: Sent forth great largess to your offices: By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up Macb. Ban. Being unprepared, Our will became the servant to defect, All's well. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters : 20 Macb. Ban. I think not of them: If you At your kind'st leisure Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, It shall make honour for you. Ban. So I lose none Macb. Good repose the while! Ban. Thanks, sir: the like to you! 30 [Exeunt Banquo and Fleance. Macb. Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. [Exit Servant. Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; 40 Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, 50 Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one half-world Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. 60 [A bell rings. I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. [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, That death and nature do contend about them, |