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1 Witch. I come, Graymalkin

The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict : AUL. Paddock calls : -Anon.

Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof, Fair is foul, and foul is fair :

Confronted him with self-comparisons, Hover through the fog and filthy air.

Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, 1
Witches vanish. Curbing his lavish spirit : And, to conclude,

The victory fell on us ;-
SCENE II. A Camp near Fores.

Dun.

Great happiness!

Rosse. That now Alarum within. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, with Attendants, Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition;

Nor would we deign him burial of his men, meeting a bleeding Soldier.

Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' Inch, Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report, Ten thousand dollars to our general use. As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt

Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor sha! The newest state.

deceive Mal.

This is the sergeant, Our bosom interest :-Go, pronounce his death, Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought And with his former title greet Macbeth. 'Gainst my captivity : Hail, brave friend ! Rosse. l'll see it done. Say to the king the knowledge of the broil, Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath As thou didst leave it

[Exeunt Sold. Doubtful it stood ;

SCENE III. A Heath. As two spent swimmers, that do cling together, And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald Thunder. Enter the three Witches. (Worthy to be a rebel ; for to that

1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister ? The multiplying villanies of nature

2 Witch. Killing swine. Do swarm upon him,) from the western isles

3 Witch. Sister, where thon? of Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied ; i Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her And fortune, on his damned quarry smiling,

lap, Show'd lik, a rebel's whore. But all's too weak: And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd : For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that --Give me, quoth I: name,)

Aroint thee, witch the rump-fed ronyon cries. Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,

Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master of the Which smok'd with bloody execution,

Tiger : Like valour's minion,

But in a sieve I'll thither sail, Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave;

And, like a rat without a tail, And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do. him,

2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind. Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps, i Witch. Thou art kind. And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

3 Witch. And I another. Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman !

1 Witch. I myself have all the other ; Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection And the very ports they blow, Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders All the quarters that they know

break; So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to i will drain him dry as hay:

l' the shipman's card. Discomfort' swells. Mark, king of Scotland, Hang upon his pent-house lid;

Sleep shall, neither night nor day, mark:

He shal live a man forbid : No sooner justice had, with valour arm'd,

Weary sev'n nights, nine times nine, Compell’d 'these skipping Kernes to trust their Shall 'he dwindle, peak, and pine : heels;

Though his bark cannot be lost,
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,

Yet it shall be tempest toss'd.
With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men, Look what I have.
Began a fresh assault.

2 Witch. Show me, show me.
Dun.
Dismay'd not this

1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo ?

Wreck'd, as homeward he did come. Sold.

[Drum within. As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion.

3 Witch. A drum, a drum; If I say sooth, I must report, they were Macbeth doth come. As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks;

AU. The weird sisters, hand in hand,

Posters of the sea and land,
Doubly redonbled strokes upon the foe :

Thus do go about, about ;
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
Or memorize another Golgotha,

And thrice again to make up nine :
I cannot tell :-

Peace !--the charm's wound up.
But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.
Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy

Enter Macbeth and Banquo. wounds;

Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. They smack of honour both :-Go, get him sur

Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores - What are geons. [Exit Soldier, attended.

these, Enter Rosse.

So wither'd, and so wild in their attire ;

That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, Who comes here?

And yet are on't ? Live you ? or are you aught Mal.

The worthy thane of Rosse. That man may question? You seem to underLen. What a haste looks through his eyes!

stand me, So should he look,

By each at once her choppy finger laying That seems to speak things strange.

Upon her skinny lips :-You should be women, Rosse

God save the king! And yet your beards forbid me to interpret Dun. Whence cam'st thon, worthy thane? That you are so. Rosse.

From Fife, great king, Macb. Speak, if yon can ;-What are you? Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky, I Witch. All hail, Macbeth I hail to thee, thane And fan our people cold.

of Glamis ! Norway himself, with terrible numbers, 2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane Assisted by that most disloyal traitor

of Cawdor!

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3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shall be king in borrow'd robes ? hereafter.

Ang

Who was the thane, lives yet; Ban. Good sir, why do you start ; and seem But under heavy judgment bears that life to fear

Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was Things that do sound so fair ?–1' the name of combin'd truth,

With those of Norway, or did line the rebel
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed

With hidden help and vantage; or that with both
Which outwardly ye show ? My noble partner He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not;
You greet with present grace, and great predic. But treasons capital, confess'd, and prov'd,
tion

Have overthrown him.
Of noble having, and of royal hope,

Macb.

Glamis, and thane of Cawdor; That he secms rapt withal; to ine you speak The greatest is behind. - Thanks for your not:

pains.If you can look into the seeds of time,

Do you not hope your children shall be kings, And say, which grain will grow, and which will When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to not:

me, Speak then to me, who neither bez, nor fear, Promis'd 'no less to them? Your favours, nor your hale.

Ban.

That, trusted home, 1 Witch. Hail !

Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, 2 Witch. Hail !

Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange : 3 Witch. Hail!

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, i Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. The instruments of darkness tell us truths; 2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier.

Win us with honest trifles, to betray us 3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be In deepest consequence.none :

Consins, a word,' I pray you. So, all hail, Macbeth and Banquo !

Macb.

Two truths are told,
1 Witch. Banqno, and Macbeth, all hail! As happy prologues to the swelling act
Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me of the imperial theme.--I thank you, gentle-
more :

men.-
By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis ; This supernatural soliciting
But how of Cawdor ? the thane of Cawdor lives, Cannot be ill; cannot be good :-If ill,
A prosperous gentleman; and to be king Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Stands not within the prospect of belief, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor:
No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
You owe this strange intelligence; or why Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
With such prophetick greeting ?--Spcak, I charge Against the use of nature? Present fears
you.

[Witches vanish. Are less than horrible imaginings:
Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
And these are of them.-Whither are they va- Shakes so my single state of man, that function
nish'd ?

Is smother d'in surmise; and nothing is, Macb. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal, But what is not. melted

Ban.

Look, how our partner's rapt. As breath into the wind. Would, they had Macb. If chance will have me king, why, staid !

chance may crown me, Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak Without my stir. about?

Ban.

New honours come upon him Or have we eaten of the insane root,

Like our strange garments; cleave not to their That takes the reason prisoner ?

mould, Macb. Your children shall be kings.

But with the aid of use.
Ban.
You shall be king. Macb.

Come what come may
Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not Time and the hour runs through the roughest

day. Ban. To the selfsame tune, and words. Who's Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your here?

leisure. Enter Rosse and Angus.

Macb. Give me your favour :-my dull brain

was wrought
Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Mac-With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your
beth,

pains
The news of thy success : and when he reads Are register'd where every day I turn
Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the king.--
His wonders and his praises do contend, Think upon what hath chanc'd : and, at more
Which should be thine, or his : Silenc'd with

time,
that,

The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak
In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day, Our free hearts each to other.
He finds thee in the stont Norweyan ranks, Ban.

.

Very gladly. Nothing afеard of what thyself didst make, Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends. Strange images of death. As thick as tale,

[Ereunt. Came post with post; and every one did bear

SCENE IV. Fores. A Room in the Palace.
Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,
And pour'd them down before him.

Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain,
Ang.

We are sent,

Lenox, and Attendants.'
To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee. Those in commission yet return'd?
Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, Mal.

My liege, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Caw. They are not yet come back. Bat I have spoke dor:

With one that saw him die: who did report,
In which addition, hail most worthy thane! That very frankly he confess'd his treasons ;
For it is thine.

Implor'd your highness' pardon; and set forth
Ban. What, can the devil speak true? A deep repentance: nothing in his life
Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives: Why do Became him, like the leaving it; he died
vou dress me

As oue that had been studied in his death,

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To throw away the deares: thing he ow'd, | by being ignorant of what greatness is promised As 'twere a careless trifle.

thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell. Dun.

There's no art, Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be To find the mind's construction in the face: What thou art promis'd :-Yet do I fear thy He was a gentleman on whom I built

nature; An absolute trusl.-O worthiest cousin !

It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus.

To catch the nearest way: Thou would'st be The sin of my ingratitude even now

great ;

Art not without ambition; but without Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before,

The illness should attend it. What thou would'st That swiftest wing of recompense is slow To overtake thee. 'Would, thou hadst less de. That would'st thou holily; would'st not play

highly, sery'd;

false, That the proportion both of thanks and payment And yet would'st wrongly win; thou'd'st have, Might have been mine! only I have left to say, More is thy due than more than all can pay.

great Glamis, Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe,

That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou

have it ; In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part

And that which rather thou dost fear to do, Is to receive our duties: and our duties

Than wishest should be unavne. Hie thee Are to your throne and state, children, and ser

bither, vants; Which do but what they should, by doing every And chastise with the valour of my tongue

That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; thing

All that impedes thee from the golden round, Safe toward your love and honour. Dren.

Welcome hither: To have thee crown'd withal.- What is your

Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem 1 have begun to plant thee, and will labour To make thee full of growing.-Noble Banquo,

tidings? That hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known

Enter an Attendant.
No less to have done so, let me enfold thee, Attend. The king comes here to-night.
And hold thee to my heart.

Lady M.

Thou’rt mad to say it: Ban.

There if I grow,

Is not thy master with him ? who, wer't so, The harvest is your own.

Would have inform’d for preparation. Drun.

My plenteons joys, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves

Allend. So please you, it is true; our thane is

cominy:
In drops of sorrow.-Sons, kinsmen, thanes, One of my fellows had the speed of him;
And you whose places are the nearest, know,
We will establish our estate npon

Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, Lady M.

Than would make up his message.

Give him tending, The prince of Cumberland : which honour must He brings great news. The raven himself is Not, unaccompanied, invest him only,

hoarse,

[Exit Attendant. But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine

That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan On all deservers.-From hence to Inverness, Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits And bind us further to you. Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full

That tend on inortal thoughts, unsex me here; you:

Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,
I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful
The hearing of my wife with your approach;

Stop up the access and passage to remorse;

That no compunctious visitings of nature
So, humbly take my leave.
Dun.
My worthy Cawdor! The effect, and it!

Come to niy woman's breasts,

Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between Macb. The prince of Cumberland !--That is a And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring mistep

nisters, On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,

Aside. You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick

Wherever in your sightless substances For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires !

night, Let not light see my black and deep desires :

And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be,

That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. Nor heaven peep through

the blanket of the dark, Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so

To cry, Hold, hold !-Great Glamis ! worthy

Cawdor! valiant ; And in his commendations I am fed ;

Enter Macbeth,
It is a banquet to me. Let us after him,

Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!
Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:
It is a peerless kinsman. (Flourish. Exeunt. This ignorant present, and I feel now

Thy letters have transported me beyond
SCENE V.

The future in the instant.
Macb.

My dearest love,
Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's Castle.

Duncan comes here to-night. Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a Letter. Lady M

And when goes hence?

Mach. To-morrow, -as he purposes. Lady M. They met me in the day of success;

Lady M.

O, never and I have learned by the perfectest report, they shall sun that morrow see! have more in them than mortal knowledge. Your face, my thape, is as a book, where men When I burned in desire to question them fur. May read strange matters:- To beguile the time, ther, they made themselves--air, into which they Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent of it, came missives from the king, who all.

flower, hailed me, Thane of Cawdor; by which title, Bat be the serpent under it. He that's coming before, these weird sisters saluted me, and re- Must be provided for: and you shall pat ferred me to the coming on of time, with, Hail, This night's great business into my despatch; king that shalt be! This have I thought good to Which shall to all our nights and days to come deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness ; Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. that thou mighiest not lose the dues of rejoicing, Macb We will speak further.

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Lady M.

Lady M.

Only look up clear; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, To alier favour ever is to fear :

Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubín, hore'd Leave all the rest to me.

[Exeunt. Upon the sightless couriers of the air, SCENE VI. The same. Before the Castle.

Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,

That tears shall drown the wind. I have no Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending.

spur Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, To prick the sides of my intent, but only

Lenox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus, and Alien- Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, dants.

And falls on the other-How now? what news?
Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat: the air

Enter Lady Macbeth.
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.

Lady M. He has almost supp'd: Why have
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This guest of summer,

you left the chamber? The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,

Macb. Hath he ask'd for me? By his lov'd mansioury, that he heaven's breath Lady M.

Know you not, he has ? Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,

Macb. We will proceed no further in this busiButtress, nor cuigne of vantage, but this bird

ness: Hath made his pendent bed, and procreunt He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought cradle :

Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Where they most breed and haunt, I have ob. Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, serv'd,

Not cast aside so soon. The air is délicate.

Lady M.

Was the hope drunk,

Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept
Enter Lady Macbeth.

since ? Dun.

See, see! our honour'd hostess! And wakes it now, to look so green and pale The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble, At what it did so freely ? From this time, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach Such I account thy love. Art thou aseard you,

To be the same in thine own uct and valour, How you shall bid God yield us for your pains, As thou art in desire? Would'st thou have that And thank us for your trouble.

Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,

All our service, And live a coward in thine own est eem;
In every point twice done, and then done double, Letting I dare not wait upon I would,
Were poor and single business, to contend Like the poor cat i' the adage ?
Against those honours deep and broad, where- Macb.

'Pr'ythee, peace: with

I dare do all that may become a man;
Your majesty loads our house: For those of old, Who dares do more, is none.
And the late dignities heap'd up to them,

Lady M.

What beast was't then We rest your hermits.

That made you break this enterprise to me? Dun.

Where's the thane of Cawdor? When you durst do it, then you were a man; We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose And, to be more than what you were, you would To be his purveyor: but he rides well:

Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp Did then adhere, and yet you would make both hiin

They have made themselves, and that their fit-
To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess,
We are your guest to-night.

Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know

Your servants ever How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: Hath theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in I would, while it was smiling in my face, compt,

Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn, as Still to return your own.

you Dun.

Give me your hand: Have done to this. Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, Macb.

If we should fail, And shall continue our graces towards him.

Lady M.

We fail! By your leave, hostess.

(Exeunt. But screw your courage to the sticking place, SCENE VII. The same. A Room in the Castle. And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep,

(Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Hautboys and Torches. Enter, and pass over Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains the Stage, a Sewer, and divers Servants with Will I with wine and wassel so convince,

Dishes and Service, Then enter Macbeth, That memory, the warder of the brain,
Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason
'twere well

A limbeck only : When in swinish sleep
It were done quickly : If the assassination Their drenched natures lie, as in a death,
Could traminel up the consequence, and catch, What cannot you and I perform upon
With his surcease, success; that but this blow The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon
Might be the be-all and the end-all here, His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt
But here, apon this bank and shoal of time, of our great quell?
We'd juinp the life to come. --But, in these cases,

Macb.

Bring forth men-children only!
We still have judgment here; that we but teach For thy undaunted mettle should compose
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd,
To plague the inventor. This even handed jus- When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy

tice
Commends the ingredients of our poison'd cha- of his own chamber, and us'd their very dag.
lice

gers,
To our own lips. He's here in double trust : That they have don't ?
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Lady M.

Who dares receive it other,
Strung both against the deed; then, as his host, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
Who should against his murderer shut the door, Upon his death?
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Macb.

I am settled, and bend up
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
So clear in his great office, that his virtues Away, and mock the time with fairest show;
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, againse/False face must hide what the false heart doth
The deep damnation of his taking off:

know.

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Lady M.

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ACT II.

Moves like a ghost. Thou egre and firin-set SCENE I. The same. Court within the Castle. earth, Enter Banquo and Fleance, and a Servant

Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for

fear with a Torch before them.

The very stones prate of my where-abont, Ban. How goes the night, boy?

And take the present horror from the time, Fle. The moon is down: I have not heard the Which now suits with it.-Whiles I threat, he clock.

lives; Ban. And she goes down at twelve,

Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. Fle. I take't, 'tis later, sir.

[ A bell ringe. Ban. Hold, take my sword;- There's hus- 1 go, and it is done; the bell invites me. bandry in heaven,

Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
Their candles are all out. - Take thee that too. That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. (Eril.
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,

SCENE II. The same.
And yet I would not sleep : Merciful powers!
Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature

Enter Lady Macbeth.
Gives way to in repose :-Give me my sword;- Lady M. That which hath made them drunk,
Enter Macbeth, and a Servant with a Torch.

hath made me bold: Who's there?

What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire:

-Hark!--Peace! Macb. A friend. Ban What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's Which gives the stern'st good night. He is

It was the owl that shriek’d, the fatal bellman, a-bed:

about it: He hath been in unusual pleasnre, and

The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms Sent forth great largess to your officers:

Do mock their charge with snores: I have
This diamond he greets your wife withal,
By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up That death and nature do contend about them,

drugg'd their possets,
In measureless content.
Macb.
Being unprepar'd,

Whether they live or die.

Macb. (Within.) Who's there?-what, ho! Our will became the scrvant to defect;

Lady M. Alack! I am afraid, they have awak'd, Which else should free have wrought.

And 'tis not done :-the attempi, and not the Ban.

All's well. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters :

deed,

Confounds' us :-Hark!-I laid their daggers To you they have show'd some truth. Macb. I think not of them : He could not miss them.-Had he not resembled

ready, Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, Would spend it in some words upon that busi- My father as he slept, I had don't.—My husband?

Enter Macbeth. ness, If you would grant the time.

Macb. I have done the deed :-Didst thou not Ban. At your kind'st leisure.

hear a noise ? Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent,- Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the when 'lis,

crickets cry. It shall make honour for you.

Did not you speak? Ban.

So I lose none,

Macb.

When? In seeking to augment it, but still keep

Now. My bosoin franchis'd, and allegiance clear, Macb.

As I descended 7 I shall be counsel'd.

Lady M. Ay. Macb.

Good repose, the while! Macb. HarkBan. Thanks, sir; The like to you!

Who lies i' the second chamber? (Exit Banquo. Lady M.

Donalbain. Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is Mach. This is a sorry sight. ready,

(Looking on his hands. She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry

[Exit Servant. sight. Is this a dagger which I see before me,

Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me one cried, murder! clutch thee :

That they did 'wake each other; I stood and I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

heard them: Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible

But they did say their prayers, and addressid To feeling, as to sight? or art thou bnt

them A dagger of the mind; a false creation,

Again to sleep. Proceeding from the heat oppressed brain? Lady M. There are two lodg'd together. I see thee yet, in form as palpable

Macb. One cried, God bless us! and, Amen, As this which now I draw.

the other; Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; As they had seen me, with these hangman's And such an instrument I was to use.

hands.
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Listening their fear, I could not say amen,
Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still; When they did say, God bless us.
And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood,

Lady M.

Consider it not so deeply. Which was not so before. There's no such Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce

thing: It is the bloody business which informs

I had most need of blessing, and amen Thus to mine eyes.--Now o'er the one half Stnck in my throat. world

Lady M.

These deeds must not be thought Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse After these ways; so, it will make us mad. The curtain'd sleeper; witchcraft celebrates Macb. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, no more! Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,

Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep; Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy Sleep, that knits up the ravell’d sleave of care, pace,

The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second design

course,

Lady M.

amen ?

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