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 pro- 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 leg sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him. Macd. Is thy master stirring? Enter Macbeth. Our knocking has awaked him; here he comes. 30 40 Len. Good morrow, noble sir. Macb. Good morrow, both. Not yet. 50 Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane? Macd. He did command me to call timely on him: Macb. I'll bring you to him. Macd. I know this is a joyful trouble to you; But yet 'tis one. Macb. The labour we delight in physics pain. He does he did appoint so. : Len. The night has been unruly: where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down, and, as they say, 60 Lamentings heard i' the air, strange screams of death, And prophesying with accents terrible Of dire combustion and confused 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 Macb. Len. } What's the matter? 70 Macd. Confusion now hath made his masterpiece. 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 Lennox. Awake, awake! Ring the alarum-bell. Murder and treason! Banquo and Donalbain! Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, To countenance this horror. Ring the bell. Enter Lady Macbeth. Lady M. What's the business, Macd. [Bell rings. That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley O gentle lady, 90 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak : Would murder as it fell. Too cruel any where. Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself, Re-enter Macbeth and Lennox, with Ross. Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time; for from this instant All is but toys: renown and grace is dead; Enter Malcolm and Donalbain. Don. What is amiss? Macb. You are, and do not know 't: The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd. Macd. Your royal father's murder'd. O, by whom? 100 Mal. They stared, and were distracted; no man's life to Macb. O, yet I do repent me of Macd. That I did kill them. my fury, Wherefore did you so? Macb. Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Outrun the pauser reason. Here lay Duncan, His silver skin laced with his golden blood, |