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Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
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?
Mac. Hath he ask'd for me?
Know you not, he has?
Mac. We will proceed no further in this business: He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon.
Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely? From this time,
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
Letting I dare not wait upon I would,
Like the poor cat i' the adage?
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none.
What beast was it then,
That made you break this enterprize to me?
Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know
If we should fail,
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
His spungy officers; who shall bear the guilt
Bring forth men-children only! For thy undaunted mettle should compose
Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd, 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?
Who dares receive it other,
As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
I am settled, and bend up
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
False face must hide what the false heart doth
ACT II. 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
Ban. And she goes down at twelve.
I take't, 'tis later, sir.
Ban. Hold, take my sword:-There's husbandry
Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too.
Enter Macbeth, and a Servant with a torch.
Mac. A friend.
Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's
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 In measureless content.
Our will became the servant to defect;
I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters:
To you they have show'd some truth.
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.
At your kind'st leisure. Mac. If you shall cleave to my consent,-when
It shall make honour for you.
So I lose none,
In seeking to augment it, but still keep
Good repose, the while!
Ban. Thanks, sir; The like to you!
Mac. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is
She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.
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
To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but