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 Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon.

Lady M.

Was the hope drunk,

Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since ? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale

At what it did so freely?

Such I account thy love.

From this time,

Art thou afeard

To be the same in thine own act and valour,
As thou art in desire? Would'st thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem;

Letting I dare not wait upon I would,
Like the poor cat i' the adage?

Mach.

Pr'ythee, peace :

I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none.

Lady M.

That made

What beast was it then,

you break this enterprize to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere," and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know How tender 'tis, to love the babe that milks me:

9 In the same sense as cohere.

I would, while it was smiling in my face,

Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn, as you

Have done to this.

Macb. Lady M.

If we should fail,

We fail!

But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep,
(Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey
Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains
Will I with wine and wassel' so convince,"
That memory, the warder3 of the brain,
Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason
A limbeck only: When in swinish sleep
Their drenched natures lie, as in a death,
What cannot you and I perform upon
The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon
His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt
Of our great quell? 4

Macb.

Bring forth men-children only!

For thy undaunted mettle should compose

Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd,'

When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two Of his own chamber, and us'd their very daggers, That they have don't?

Lady M.

Who dares receive it other,

As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
Upon his death?

Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

[Exeunt.

ACT 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.

Fle.

I take't, 'tis later, sir. Ban. Hold, take my sword:-There's husbandry

in heaven,

Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too.
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,
And yet I would not sleep: Merciful powers!
Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature
Gives way to in repose!-Give me my sword;→

Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch.
Who's there?

Macb. A friend.

Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed: He hath been in unusual pleasure, and

Sent forth great largess to your offices :8

This diamond he greets your wife withal,

6

By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up? In measureless content.

Macb.

Being unprepar'd,

Our will became the servant to defect;
Which else should free have wrought.

Ban.

All's well.

I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters:

To you they have show'd some truth.

Mach.

I think not of them:

Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, Would spend it in some words upon that business, you would grant the time.

If

Ban.

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,

In seeking to augment it, but still keep
My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear,

I shall be counsel'd.

Macb.

Good repose, the while!

[Exit BANQUO.

Ban. Thanks, sir; The like to you!

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.

9 Conclude,

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible

To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind; a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.

Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.

Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still;
And on thy blade, and dudgeon,' gouts of blood,
Which was not so before.-There's no such thing:
It is the bloody business, which informs

Thus to mine eyes.-Now o'er the one half world
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; now witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,

Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a ghost.- -Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my where-about,
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.

[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.