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Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
Entcr 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 lionour'd me of late; and I have bought Goldeu opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon. Lady M.
Was the hope drunk,
* Winds; sightless is invisible.
Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since?
Pry'thee, peace :
What beast was it then, That made you break this enterprise to me? Wheu you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man.
Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere*, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness
Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know
When Duncan is asleep,
• In the same sense as cohere. + Intemperance. Overpower.
ø Sentinel. VOL. III.
Their drenched natures lie, as in a death,
Bring forth men-children only!
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. Away, and mock the time with fairest show; False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Court within the castle.
Enter Banquo and Fleance, and a servant, with a
torch before them.
Ban. How goes the night, boy?
I take't, 'tis later, sir, Bar. Hold, take my sword:-There's husbandryt
in heaven, Their candles are all out.Take thee that too.
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:
I think not of them;
At your kind'st leisure.
So I lose none,
Good repose, the while !
Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is
ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.
[Erit Servant. Is this a dagger, which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch
thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Are thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind; a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, io form as palpable, As this which now I draw. Thon marshal'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o'the other senses, Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still; And on thy blade, and dudgeon *, gouts t of blood, Which was not so before.-There's no such thing : It is the bloody, business, which informs Thus to mine eyes.-Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.- -Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where-about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives; Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
[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. (E.cit.