Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it. He that's coming This night's great business into my despatch; Mach. We will speak further.. To alter favour ever is to fear : SCENE VI. Only look up clear; [Exeunt. The Same. Before the Castle. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENOX, MACDUFF, ROSSE, ANGUS, and Attendants. Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. Ban. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, Nor coigne of vantage 21, but this bird hath made Enter Lady MАСВЕТН. 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, Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith And the late dignities heap'd up to them, We rest your hermits 2o. Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor? We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him 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. Give me your hand: And shall continue our graces towards him. SCENE VII. [Excunt. 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 23 The deep damnation of his taking-off: That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur Enter Lady MAСВЕТН 24. Lady M. 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 Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, 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? From this time, Such I account thy love. 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 25 ? Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none. What beast was it then, That made you break this enterprize to me? Lady M. If we should fail, We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, |