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Chief nourisher in life's feast ;
Enter Macduff and Lenos. Lady M.
What do you mean? Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more! to all the bed,
That you do lie so late 7
second cock : and 'drink, sir, is a great provoker
Macd. Whut three things does drink especi. Lody M. Who was it that thus cried ? Why, ally provoke ?
worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think
Port Marry, sir, nose paintings, sleep, and
urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unproSo brainsickly of things:-Go, get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand...the performance : Therefore much drink may be
vokes: it provokes the desire, but it takes away Why did you bring these daggers from the said to be an equivocator with lechery ; it makes place?
him, and it mars him; it sets him on, and it They must lie there : Go carry them; and smear takes him off; it persuades him, and disheartens The sleepy grooms with blood.
him; makes him stand to, and not stand to Macb.
I'll go no more: in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, I am afraid to think what I have done;
giving him the lie, leaves him. Look on't again, I dare not Lady M.
Macd. I believe, drink gave thee the lie last
Infirm of purpose ! night.
But I requited him for his lie: and, I think, be
ing too strong for him, though he took up my That tears à painted devil. If he do bleed, legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him. I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,
Macd. Is thy master stirring ?-
Our knocking has awak'd him ; here he comes.
Len. Good-morrow, noble sir! What hands are here! Ha! they pluck out mine Macb.
Good-morrow, both! eyes!
Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane ? Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Not yet Clean from my hand ? No; this my hand will Macd. He did command me to call timely on
rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine,
I have almost slipp'd the hour. Making the green one red.
I'll bring you to him
Macd. I know, this is a joyful trouble to you;
Macb.' The labour, we delight in, physicks shame To wear a heart so white. [Knock.) I hear a This is the door.
I'll make so bold to call, At the south entry: retire we to our chamber :
For 'tis my limited service. [Exit Macduff. A little water clears us of this deed:
Len. Goes the king hence to-day ? How easy is it then? Your constancy
He does ;-he did appoint so. Hath left you unattended. -- [Knocking. ] Hark!
Len. The night has been unruly ; Where we more knocking:
lay, Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us,
Our chimneys were hlown down: and, as they And show us to be watchers :-be not lost
say, So poorly in your thoughts. Macb. "To know my deed, 'twere best not
Lamentings heard i’ the air; strange screams
of death; know myself. Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would, Of'dire combustion, and confus'd events,
And prophesying, with accents terrible, thou could'st ?
[Exeunt. New hatch'd to the woful time. The obscure SCENE III. The same.
bird Enter a Porter. [Knocking within. Clamour'd the livelong night: some say, the Porter. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man was feverous, and did shake. were porter of hell gate, he should have old
'Twas a rough night. turning the key. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock: Who's there, i'the name of Belzebub ?
Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel
A fellow to it. Here's a farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty : Come in time; have
Re-enter Macduff. napkins enough about you ; here you'll sweat Macd. O horror! horror ! horror ! Tongue, fort. [Knocking.).,. Knock, knock : Who's nor heart, there, i' the other devil's name?'Faith, here's an Cannot conceive, nor name thee ! equivocator, that could swear in both the scales Macb. Len.
What's the matter 7 against either scale; who committed treason Macd. Confusion now hath made his masterenough for God's sake, yet conld not equivocate piece! to heaven: 0, come in, eqnivocator. (Knock- Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope ing.] Knock, knock, knock: Who's there? 'Faith, The Lord's
anointed temple, and stole thence here's an English tailor come hither, for stealing The life o'the building. out of a French hose : Come in, tailor; here you Macb.
What is't you say ? the life 7 may roast your goose. [Knocking. 1 Knock, Len. Mean you his majesty 1 knock: Never at quiet! What are you ?-But Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it
your sight no further : I had thought to have let in some with a new Gorgon :-Do not bid me speak; of all professions, that go the primrose way to See, and then speak yourselves. ---Awake ! the everlasting bonfire. [Knocking. ] Anon, awake ! - [Ereunt Macb. and Len. anon ; I pray yon, remember the porter. Ring the alarum-bell: Murder ! and treason!
Opens the gate. \Banquo, and Donalbain | Malcolm I awake!
Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, To know it further. Fears and scruples shake And look on death itself !-up, ap, and see
us; The great door's image!-Malcolm! Banquo ! In the great hand of God I stand ; and, thence, As from your graves rise up, and walk like Against the undivulg'd pretence I fight sprights,
Oi treasonous malice.
And so do I.
Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness, Lady M.
What's the bnsiness, And meet i' the hall together. That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
Well contented. The sleepers of the house I speak, speak,
(Ereunt all but Mal. and Don. Macd.
'o, gentle lady, Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort "Tis not for you to hear what I can speak :
with them : The repetition, in a woman's ear,
To show an ninfelt sorrow, is an office Would murder as it fell Banquo! Banquo! Which the false man does easy : I'll to England.
Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune Enter Banquo.
Shall keep us both the safer : where we are, Our royal master's murder'd!
There's daggers in men's siniles: the near in Lady M.
Wo, alas ! blood, What, in our house?
The nearer bloody. Ban
Too cruel, any where, Mal This murderous shaft that's shot, Dear Duff, J pr'ythee, contradict thyself, Hath not yet lighted; and our safest way And say, it is not so.
Is, to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse;
And let is not be dainty of leave-taking,
But shift away: There's warrant in that theft Macb. Had I but died an hour before this Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left. chance,
[Exeunt. I had lived a blessed time; for, from this instant,
SCENE IV. Without the Castle. There's nothing serious in mortality :
Enter Rosse and an Old Man. All is but toys: renown, and grace, is dead; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember Is left this vault to brag of.
Within the volume of which time, I have seen Enter Malcolm and Donalbain.
Hours dreadful, and things strange: but this Don. What is amiss}
sore night Macb.
You are, and do not know it: Hath trifled former knowings. The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood Rosse.
Ah, good father, Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp’d. Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's Macd. Your royal father's murder d.
O, by whom? Threaten'his bloody stage : by the clock, 'tia Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done't:
And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp: Their hands and faces were all badg'd with Is it night's predominance, or the day's shame, blood,
That darkness does the face of earth entomb, So were their daggers, which, unwip'd, we When living light should kiss it? found
'Tis unnatural, Upon their pillows:
Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday They star'd, and were distracted; no man's life last, Was to be trusted with them.
A falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place, Macb. 0, yet I do repent me of my fury, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at, and kill'd. That I did kill them.
Rossé. And Duncan's horses, (a thing most Macd.
Wherefore did you so ? strange and certain,) Macb. Who can be wise, amazed, temperate, Beanteous and swift, the minions of their race, and furious,
Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung Loyal and neutral, in a moment ? No man:
out, The expedition of my violent love
Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would Outran the pauser reason.--Here lay Duncan,
make His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood; War with mankind. And his gash'd stabs looks like a breach in Old M.
'Tis said, they ate each other. nature,
Rosse. They did so; to the amazement of mine For ruin's wasteful entrance: there the mur.
That look'd upon't. Here comes the good MacSteep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers
duff: Unmannerly breech'd with gore: Who could refrain,
Enter Macduff. That had a heart to love, and in that heart How goes the world, sir, now? Courage, to make his love known?
Why, see you not? Lady M.
Help me hence, ho! Rosse. Is't known who did this more than Macd. Look to the lady.
bloody deed? Mal.
Why do we hold our tongues, Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain. That most may claim this argument for ours? Rosse.
Alas, the day! Don. What should be spoken,
What good could they pretend ? Here, where our fate, hid in an augre-hole, Macd
They were suborn'd: May rush, and seize us ? Let's away ; our tears Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons, Are not yet brew'd.
Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them Mal.
Nor our strong sorrow Suspicion of the deed. Upon the foot of motion.
'Gainst nature still : Ban.
Look to the lady :--Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up
(Lady Macbeth is carried out. Thine own life's means !---'Then, 'tis most like, And when we have our naked frailties hid, The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth. That suffer in exposure, let us meet,
Macd. He is already nam'd; and gone to Scone And question this most bloody piece of work, To be invested.
Where is Duncan's body? Atten. They are, any lord, without the palace Macd. Carried to Colme-kill;
gate. The sacred storehouse of his predecessors, Macb. Bring them before us.- Erit Attend. And guardian of their bones.
To be thus is nothing i Rosse.
Will you to Scone? But to be safely thus :-Our fears in Banquo Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife.
Stick deep; and in his royalty of pature Rosse.
Well, I will thither. Reigns that, which would be fear'd :-"Tis much Macd. Well, may you sce things well done he dares; there ;-adieu!
And, to that dauntless temper of his mind, Lest our old robes sit easier than our new ! He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour Rosse. Father, farewell.
To act in safety. There is none, but he Old M. God's benison go with you: and with Whose being I do fear: and, under him, those
My genius is rebuk'd; as, it is said, That would make good of bad, and friends of Mark Antony's was by Cæsar. He chid the foes !
When first they put the name of King upon me,
And bade them speak to him ; then, prophetlike
Upon my head they plac'd a fruitless crown,
And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
No son of mine succeeding: If it be so,
Put rancours in the vessel of my peace
And champion me to the utterance Who's
there? Senet sounded. Enter Macbeth, as King; Now to the door, and stay there till we call;
Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers. Lady Macbeth, as Queen; Lenox, Rosse,
[Exit Attendant Lords, Ladies, and Attendants.
Was it not yesterday we spoke together ?
Well then, now
That it was he, in the times past, which held you Macb. Tonight, we hold a solemn supper, sir, So under fortune; which, you thought, had been And I'll request your presence,
Dur imocent self: this I made good to you Ban.
Let your highness In our last conference, pass'd in probation with Command upon me; to the which, my duties
you, Are with a most indissoluble tie
How you were borne in hand; how cross'd; the For ever knit.
instruments; Macb. Ride you this afternoon ?
Who wronght with them; and all things else, Ban.
Ay, my good lorr.
that might, Macb. We should have else desir'd your good to half a soul, and to a notion craz'd, advice
Say, Thus did Banquo. (Which still hath been both grave and prosper I Mur.
You made it known to us.
Macb. I did so: and went further, which is now
Your patience so predominant in your nature, Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time That you can let this go? Are you so gospell'd "Twixt this and supper : go not my horse the To pray for that good man, and for his issue,
Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave,
We are men, my liege. Macb.
Fail not our feast. Macb. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men ; Ban. My lord, I will not.
As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are be Curs, stow'd
Shoughs, 'water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are
That writes them all alike: and so of men.
Not in the worst rank of manhood, say it ; And so I do commend you to their backs. And I will put that business in your bosoms, Farewell.
[Exit Banquo. Whose execution takes your enemy off; Let every man be master of his time
Grapples you to the heart and love of us,
Who wear our health but sickly in his life,
I am one, my liege.
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
And I another,
So weary with disasters, tngg'd with fortune, Macb.
So shall I, love; That I would set my life on any chance, And so, I pray, be you: let your remembrance To mend it, or be rid on 't.
Apply to Banquo: present him eminence, toth Macb.
Both of you With eye and tongue : unsafe the while, that we Koow, Banquo was your enemy.
Must lave our honours in these flattering streams; 2 Mur.
True, my lord. And make our faces vizards to our hearts, Macb. So is he mine : and in such bloody Disguising what they are. distance,
You must leave this. That every minute of his being thrusts
Macb. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear Against my near'st of life ; And though I could wife! With bare-fac'd power sweep him from my sight, Thou know'st, that Banquo,and his Fleance,lives. And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not, Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not For certain friends that are both his and mine,
eterne. Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall Macb. There's comfort yet: they are assailable; Whom I myself struck down: and thence it is, Then be thou jocund: Ere the bat hath flown That I to your assistance do make love ; His cloister'd' flight ; ere, to black Hecate's Masking the business from the common eye,
summons, For sundry weighty reasons.
The shard-borné beetle, with his drowsy hums, 2 Mur.
We shall, my lord, Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be Perform what you command us.
done 1 Mur.
Though our lives A deed of dreadful note. Macb. Your spirits shine through you. Within Lady M.
What's to be done? this hour at most,
Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest I will advise you where to plant yourselves :
chuck, Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time, Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, The moment on 't: for 't must be done to-night, Skarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And something from the palace; always thought, And, with thy bloody and invisible hand, That I require a clearness : And with him, Cancel, and tear to pieces, that great bond (To leave no rubs, nor botches, in the work,) Which keeps me pale!-Light thickens; and the Fleance his son, that keeps him company,
crow Whose absence is no less material to me Makes wing to the rooky wood : Than is his father's, must embrace the fate Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Or that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart; Whiles night's, black agents to their preys do I'll come to you anon.
rouse. 2 Mur.
We are resolv'd, my lord. Thou marvell'st at my words; but hold thee still; Macb. I'll call upon you straight : abide within. Things, bad begun, make strong themselves by It is concluded : -Banquo, thy soul's flight,
ill: If it find heaven, must find it out to-night. So, prythee, go with me.
SCENE III. The same. SCENE II. The same. Another Room.
A Park or Lawn, toith a Gate leading to the Enter Lady Macbeth, and a Servant.
Enter three Murderers.
1 Mur. But who did bid thee join with us?
Macbeth leisure For a few words.
2 Mur. He needs not our mistrust ; since he
Madam, I will. (Exit. Our offices, and what we have to do, Lady M.
Nought's had, all's spent, To the direction just. Where our desire is got without content:
Then stand with us. "Tis safer to be that which we destroy,
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day: Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy.
Now spurs the lated traveller apace,
To gain the timely inn; and near approaches How now, my lord ? why do you keep alone,
The subject of our watch.
Hark! I hear horses.
Ban. [Within.] Give'us a light there, ho !
Then it is he'; the rest died With them they think on? Things without re- Already are i’ the court.
That are within the note of expectation, medy,
His horses go about. Should be without regard: what's done, is done. Macb. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it; So all men do, from hence to the palace gate
3 Mur. Almost a mile: but he does usually, She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor Make it their walk.
malice Remains in danger of her former tooth.
Enter Banquo and Fleance, a Servant with a But let the frame of things disjoint,
Torch preceding them. Both the worlds suffer,
A light, a light! Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep 3 Mur.
Tis he. In the affliction of these terrible dreams
1 Mur. Stand to 't. That shake us nightly : Better be with the dead, Ban. It will be rain to-night. Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace, 1 Mur.
Let it come down. Than on the tor:ure of the mind to lie
[Assaults Banquo. In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; Ban. O, treachery ! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well;
fly; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor Thou may’st revenge. Oslave! poison,
Dies. Fleance and Servant escape. Malice domestick, foreign levy, nothing, 3 Mur. Who did strike out the light? Can touch him further!
Was 't not the way ? Lady M. Come on; gentle my lord,
3 Mur. There's but one down the son is fled. Bleek o'er your rugged looks; be bright and 2 Mur. We have lost best half of our affair. jovial
1 Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is Among your guests to-night.
SCENE IV. A Room of State in the Palace Rosse. Gentlemen, rise ; his highness is not well A Banquet prepared.
Lady M. Sit, worthy friends ; -my lord is often Enter Macbeth, Lady Macbeth, Rosse, Lenox, And hath been from his youth: 'pray you, keep
thus, Lords, and Attendants.
seat; Macb. You know your own degrees, sit down: The fit is momentary; upon a thought at first
He will again be well: It much you note him, And last, the hearty welcome.
Yon shall offend him, and extend his passion; Lords.
Thanks to your majesty. Feed. and regard him not. —Are you a man? Macb. Ourself will miogle with society, Mact Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on And play the humble host.
that Our hostess keeps her state ; but, in best time, Which might appal the devil. We will require her welcome.
O proper stuff! Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our This is the very painting of your fear : friends;
This is the air-trawn dagger, which, you said, For my heart speaks, they are welcome. Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws, and starts,
Enter first Murderer, to the door. (Impostors to true fear,) would well become Macb. See, they encounter thee with their A woman's story at a winter's fire, heart's thanks :
Authoriz'd by her grandam. Shame itself! Both sides are even : Here I'll sit i' the midst : Why do you make such faces? When all's done, Be large in mirth ; anon, we'll drink a measure You look but on a stool. The table round. There's blood upon thy face. Macb. Prythee, see there! behold! look! lo Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.
how say you? Macb. 'T'is better thee without, than he within. Why, what care 1 ? If thou canst nod, speak too. Is he despatch'd ?
If charnel-houses, and our graves, must send Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for Those that we bury, back, our monuments him.
Shall be the maws of kites. (Ghost disappears Macb. Thou art the best o' the cut-throats: Lady M. What! quite unmann'd in folly 1 Yet he's good,
Macb. If I stand here, I saw him. That did the like for Fleance : if thou didst it, Lady M.
Fyc, for shame! Thou art the nonpareil.
Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden Mur. Most royal sir,
time, Fleance is 'scap'd.
Ere hunan statute purg'd the gentle weal; Macb. Then comes my fit again : I had else Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd been perfect
Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, Whole as the marble, founded as the rock; That, when the brains were out, the man would As broad, and general, as the casing air:
die, But now, I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound And there an end: but now, they rise again, in
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, To saucy donbts and fears. But Banquo's safe? And push us from our stools: This is more strange Mur. Ay, my good lord : safe in a ditch he Than such a murder is. bides,
My worthy lord,
I do forget Macb.
Thanks for that : Do not mise at me, my most worthy friends; There the grown serpent lies; the worm, that's I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing fled,
To those that know me. Come, love and health Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
to all ; No teeth for the present.-Get thee gone'; to- Then I'll sit down ;-Give me some wine, fill full:
I drink to the general joy of the whole table, We'll hear ourselves again. [Erit Murderer. Lady M My royal lord,
Ghost rises. You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold, And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss i That is not often vouch'd, while 'lis a making, 'Would, he were here! to all, and him, we thirst, "Tis given with welcome : To feed were best at And all to all.
Lords. Our duties, and the pledge. From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony ; Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the Meeting were bare without it.
earth hide thee! Macb.
Sweet remembrancer ! - Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
Thon hast no speculation in those eyes And health on both !
Which thou dost glare with! Len. May it please your highness sit? Lady M.
Think of this, good peers, [Tie Ghost of Banquo rises, and sits in But as a thing of custom : 'tis no other : Macbeth's place.
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. Macb. Here had we now our country's honour Macb. What man dare, I dare : roof'd,
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present; The arm'a rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, Who may I rather challenge for unkindness, Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Than pity for mischance!
Shal, never tremble: Or, be alive again, Rosse.
His absence, sir, And dare me to the desert with thy sword: Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your If trembling I inhibit thee, protest me highness
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! To grace us with your royal company ?
[Ghost disappears Macb. The table's full.
Unreal mockery,hence !-Why, so ;-being gone, Len.
Here's a place reserv'd, sir. I am a man again. -'Pray you, sit still. Macb.
Where? Lady. M. You have displac'd the mirth, broko Len. Here, my good lord. What is't that moves the good meeting, your highness?
With most admir'd disorder. Macb. Which of you have done this?
Can such things be Lords.
What, my good lord? And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Macb. Thou canst not say, I did it; never shake Without our speciul wouder ? You make me Thy gory locks at me.