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 o' 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. Re-enter MACBETH. Len. Good-morrow, noble sir! Good-morrow, both! Not yet. Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane? I'll bring you to him. Macb. Macb. The labour we delight in physics pain. Macd. I'll make so bold to call, For 'tis my limited service. [Exit MACDUFF. He does: he did appoint so. Len. The night has been unruly: where we lay, Lamentings heard i' the air; strange screams of death; Of dire combustion and confus'd events, New hatch'd to the woeful 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 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 MACB. and LEN. Awake! awake! Ring the alarum-bell:-murder and treason! Lady M. [Alarum-bell rings. Re-enter Lady MACBETH. O gentle lady, That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak: Would murder as it fell. Re-enter MACBETH and LENNOX. Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, 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 Macd. Your royal father's murder'd. Mal. O, by whom? They star'd, and were distracted; no man's life Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury, That I did kill them. Macd. Wherefore did you so? Macb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temperate, and furious. Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man: The expedition of my violent love Out-ran the pauser reason. Here lay Duncan, And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature Macd. Look to the lady. Mal. Help me hence, ho! Why do we hold our tongues, That most may claim this argument for ours? Don. What should be spoken here, where our fate, Our tears are not yet brew'd. Mal. Upon the foot of motion. Ban. Nor our strong sorrow And when we have our naked frailties hid, That suffer in exposure, let us meet, And question this most bloody piece of work, Of treasonous malice. Macd. All. And so do I. So all. Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness, And meet i' the hall together. All. Well contented. [Exeunt all but MAL. and DON. Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort with them: To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy. I'll to England. Don. To Ireland I; our separated fortune Mal. This murderous shaft that's shot Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. Without the Castle. Enter Ross and an old Man. Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember well: Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore night Ross. Ah, good father, Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act, Old M. 'Tis unnatural, Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last, A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd. Ross. And Duncan's horses,-a thing most strange and certain, Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Old M. Ross. They did so; That look'd upon't. 'Tis said they eat each other. Enter MACDUFF. How goes the world, sir, now? Macd. Why, see you not? Ross. Is't known who did this more than bloody deed? Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain. Ross. What good could they pretend? Macd. Alas, the day! They were suborn'd: Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons, Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them Ross. 'Gainst nature still: Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own life's means!-Then 'tis most like, Macd. He is already nam'd; and gone to Scone Ross. Where is Duncan's body? Macd. Carried to Colme-kill, The sacred storehouse of his predecessors, And guardian of their bones. Ross. Will you to Scone? Well, I will thither. Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife. Macd. Well, may you see things well done there,―adieu!Lest our old robes sit easier than our new! Ross. Farewell, father. Old M. God's benison go with you; and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes! [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I.-FORRES. A Room in the Palace. Enter BANQUO. Ban. Thou hast it now,-king, Cawdor, Glamis, all As the weird women promis'd; and, I fear, But that myself should be the root and father And set me up in hope? But, hush; no more. |