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Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men
To alter favor ever is to fear:
Leave all the rest to me.
Only look up clear.
SCENE VI.-The same. Before the Castle.
Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending.
Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, Lenox, Macduff ROSSE, ANGUS, and Attendants.
Dun. The castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.
This guest of summer,
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
Enter Lady Macbeth.
Dun. See, see! our honor'd hostess!
All our service
Where's the thane of Cawdor?
And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him
Your servants ever
Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt,
Still to return your own.
Give me your hand:
Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly,
And shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave, hostess.
SCENE VII.-The same. A Room in the Castle.
Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over the stage, a Sewer, ana 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
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch,
Shall bow the horrid deed in every eye,
And falls on the other.-How now, what news?
Enter Lady MACBETH.
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 honor'd me of late; and I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Was the hope drunk,
I dare do all that may become a man;
Macb. Lady M.
If we should fail,
But screw your courage to the sticking place,
*From Alembic, a still.
Their drenched natures lie, as in a death,
Will it not be receiv'd,
When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two
Who dares receive it other,
As we shall make our griefs and clamor roar
Upon his death?
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.
SCENE I.-The same.
Court within the Castle.
Enter BANQUO and FLEANCE, and a Servant with a torch before
Ban. How goes the night, boy?
Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.
Fle. I take't, 'tis later, sir.
Ban. Hold, take my sword.-There's husbandry in heaven,
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,
Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch.
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:
This diamond he greets your wife withal,
By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up
I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters:
I think not of them:
Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,
At your kind'st leisure.
Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent,-when 'tis,
It shall make honor for you.
So I lose none,
In seeking to augment it, but still keep
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.
Is this a dagger, which I see before me,
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee :
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going;
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
Thus to mine eyes.-Now o'er the one half world
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
Which now suits with it.-Whiles I threat, he lives;
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
I go, and it is done; the bell invites me;
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
[A bell rings