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Macb. Hath he ask'd for me?
Know you not, he has ?
Was the hope drunk,
Pr’ythee, peace :
become a man; Who dares do more, is none.
What beast was it then,
durst do it, then you were a man ;
9 In the same sense as cohere.
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
If we should fail,
We fail ! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep, (Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassel' so convince, That memory, the warder 3 of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only : When in swinish sleep Their drenched natures lie, as in a death, What cannot you and I perform upon The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt Of our great quell? 4 Macb.
Bring forth men-children only! For thy undaunted mettle should compose Nothing but males. Will it not be receivid,5 When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two Of his own chamber, and us’d their very daggers, That they have don't? Lady M.
Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Upon his death? Macb.
I am settled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
3 Sentinel. s Apprehended.
Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
SCENE I. The same.
Court within the Castle.
Enter BANQUO and FLEANCE, and a Servant, with
a torch before them. Ban. How goes the night, boy? Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the
clock. Ban. And she goes down at twelve. Fle.
I take't, 'tis later, sir Ban. Hold, take my sword :-There's husbandry
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 7 to your offices :: This diamond he greets your
By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up?
I think not of them : Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, Would spend it in some words upon that business, If you would
grant the time. Ban.
kind'st leisure. Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent,-—when
'tis, It shall make honour for
So I lose none,
the while! Ban. Thanks, sir ; The like to you!
[Exit BANQUO. Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is
ready, She strike
[Exit Servant. Is this a dagger, which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
[A bell rings, I
go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. (Exit.