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MACBETH

ACT % pre seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse cartain'd sleep; now witchcraft celebrates Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, um'd by his sentinel, the wolf, ose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, 5 Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design es like a ghosl. - Thou sure and firm-set earth, not my steps, which way they walk, for fear very stones prate of my where-about, take the present horror from the time, h now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lires; Is to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

[A Bell rings

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and it is done; the bell invites me.
it not, Dancan; for it is a knell,
ummons thee to heaver, or to hell

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SCENE II, The same.

Enter LADY MACBETH.
y M. That which hath made them drunk, hath

Macb. When?
Lady M.

Now.
Macb.

As I descended?
Lady M. Ay.

Macb. Hark!
Who lies i'the second chamber?
Lady M.

Donalbain.
Macb. This is a sorry sight. [Looking on his Hands.
Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.
Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one

cried, murder!
That they did wake each other; [ stood and beard them:
But they did say their prayers, and address’d them
Again to sleep.
Lady M.

There are two lodg'd together.
Macb. One cried, God bless us ! and, Amen, the other;
As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands.
Listening their fear, I could not say, amen,
When they did say, God bless us.
Lady M.

Consider it not so deeply.
Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce, amen?
I had most need of blessing, and amen
Stuck in my throat.
Lady M.

These deeds must not be thought
After these ways; so, it will make us mad.

Macb. Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep ;
Sleep, that knits up the ravelld sleave of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast ;---
Lady M.

What do you mean?
Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more! to all the house :
Glamis hath murdurd sleep; and therefore Cawdor
Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!
Lady M. Who was it that thus cried ? Why, worthy

thane,
You do unbend your noble strength, to think
So brainsickly of things :-Go, get some water,
And wash this filthy witness from your hand.-

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made me bold:
salh quench'd them, halk given me fire :-Hark!

[-Peace!
the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,
gives the stern'st good night. He is about it:
ors are open; and the sarfeited grooms
ck their charge with snores: I have drugg'd

their possets,
ath and nature do contend about them,
r they live or die.

[Within] Who's there what, ho!
M. Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd,
not done the attempt, and not the deed

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ds ns:.-Hark..I laid their daggers ready,
d not miss them. Had he not resembled
ir as he slept, I had done'!--My husband!

Enter Macbeth.
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Why did you bring these daggers from the place?
They must lie there: Go, carry them; and smear
The sleepy grooms with blood.
Macb.

I'll go no more:
I am afraid to think what I have done;
Look on't again, I dare not.
Lady M.

Infirm of purpose!
Give me the daggers: The sleeping, and the dead,
Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood,
That fears a painted devil. If be do bleed,
I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal.
For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking within,
Macb.

Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?
What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine eyes!
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnardine,
Making the green-one red.

Re-enter Lady MACBETH.
Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but I shame
To wear a heart so white. [Knock] I hear a knocking
At the south entry :

-retire we to our chamber :
A little water clears us of this deed :
How
easy
is it then! Your constancy

[kuocking:
Hath left you unattended.--[Knocking] Hark! more
Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us,
And show us to be watchers :—Be not lost
So poorly in your thoughts.
Macb. To know my deed,—twere best not know

myself.
Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would thou
couldst!

[Exeunt. SCENE III. The same.

Enter a Porter. Porter. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key. (Knocking] Knock, knock, knock: Who's tbere, i’the

Macd.

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Porter. Lechery, We desire fore, much bechery: and it take kim; unake elusion, en the lie, leak Macd. I Porter. 'I

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Infirm of purpose!

MACBETH

Why did you bring these daggers from the place?
They mast lie there: Go, carry them; and smear
The sleepy grooms with blood.
Macb.

I'll go no more:
I am afraid to think what I have done;
Look on't again, I dare not

Lady M.
Give me the daggers: The sleeping, and the dead,
are bat as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood,
Chat fears a painted devil

. It be do bleed, 'Il gild the faces of the grooms withal. or it must seem their guilt. [Erit. Knocking within. Mach.

Whence is that knocking low is't with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine eres! Till all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood lean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather de multitudinous seas incarnardine, aking the green-one red.

Re-enter Lady MACBETH. Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but I shame wear a heart so white. [Knock] I hear a knocking the south entry:mpetire we to our chamber:

uame of Belzebub? Here's a farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty: Come iu lime; have napkins enough about you: here you'll sweat fort. [Knocking] Knock, knock: Who's there, i'the other devil's name? 'Faith, here's an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale; who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet conld not equivocate to Heaven: 0, come in, equivocator. [Knocking! Knock, knock, knock: Who's there? Faith here's an English tailor come hither, for stealing out of a French hose: Come in, tailor; here you may roast your goose. [Knocking] Knock, knock: Never at quiet! What are you?But this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further : I had thought to have let in some of all professions, that go

the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. [Knocking] Anon, anon; I pray you, remember the porter.

[Opens the Gate, Enter MACDUFF and Lenox. Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, That you

do lie so late? Porter. 'Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock: and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.

Macd. What three things does dripk especially provoke?

Porter. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes : it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance: Therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; it sets bim on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and not stand to: in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him. Macd. I believe, drink gave thee the lie last night.

Porter. That it did, sir, i'the very throat o’me: But I requited him for his lie; and, I think, being too strong for him, though he took up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him.

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ittle water clears us of this deed:
w easy is it then! Your constancy
th left you unattended.ma[Knocking] Hark! more

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on your might-gown, lest occasion call os,
I show us to be watcliers :--Be not lost
poorly in your thoughts.
lacb. To know my deed.--'twere best not know
myself.

(Knock.
Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would thon
couldst!

SCENE III. The same.

Enter a Porter. {Knocking within. hter. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man were ligple, he should have old inrning the key,

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Macd. Is thy master stirring ?
Our knocking has awak'd bim; here he comes.

Enter MACBETH.
Len. Good morrow, noble sir!
Macb.e

Good morrow, both!
Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane?
Macb.

Not yet.
Macd. He did command me to call timely on hiin;
I have almost slipp'd the hour.
Macb.

I'll bring you to him.
Macd. I know, this is a joyful trouble to you;
But yet, 'tis one.

Macb. The labour we delight in, physics pain.
This is the door.
Macd.

I'll make so bold to call,
For 'tis my limited service.

[Exit Macduff. Len.

Goes the king
From hence to-day?
Macb.

He does :-he did appoint it so.
Len. The night has been unruly: Where we lay,
Our chimneys were blown down : and, as they say,
Lamentings heard i'the air; strange screams of death;
And prophesying, with accents terrible,
Of dire combustion, and confus'd events,
New hatch'd to the woful time. The obscure bird
Clamour'd the livelong night: some say, the earth
Was feverous, and did shake.
Macb.

'Twas a rough night.
Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel
A fellow to it.

Re-enter MACDUFF.
Macd. O horror! horror! horror! Tongue, nor heart,
Canpot conceive, nor name thee!
Macb. Len.

What's the matter?
Macd. Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
The life o'the building.
Macb.

What is't you say? the life?

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MACBETA.

lacd. Is thy master stirring ?
knocking has awak'd him, bere he comes.

Enter Macbeth.
en. Good morrow, noble sir!

Good morrow, both! lacd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane?

Not yet. acd. He did command me to call timely on him; ve almost slipp'd the hour. acb.

I'll bring you to himn. ucd. I know, this is a joyful trouble to you; met, 'tis one. ach. The labour we delight in, physics pain. is the door. cd. I'll make so bold to call

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Len. Mean you his majesty?
Maćd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
With a new Gorgon :-Do not bid me speak;
See, and then speak yourselves.--Awake! awake!

(Exeunt Macbeth and Lenor.
Ring the alaram-bell :~Murder! and treason!
Banquo, and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake!
Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,
And look on death itself!-up, up, and see
The great doom's iinage!--Malcolm! Banquo!
As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprights,
To countenance this horror!

[Bell rings.
Enter LADY MACBETH.
Lady M.

What's the business,
That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
The sleepers of the house? speak, speak,
Macd.

O, gentle lady,
"Tis not for you to hear what I can speak:
The repetition, in a woman's ear,
Would murder as it fell.-0 Banquo! Banquo!

Enter BANQUO.
Our royal master's murderd!

Woe, alas!
What, in our house?
Ban. .

Too cruel, any where.-
Dear Duff, I prythee, contradict thyself,

it is not so.

Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX.
Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance
I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant,
There's nothing serious in mortality:
All is but toys: renown, and grace, is dead;
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of.

Enter MALCOLM und DONALBAIN.
Dom. What is amiss ?
Macb.

You are, and do not know it;

2.

Lady M.

And say,

is my limited service. [Exít Macduff

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Goes the king hence to-day? cb.

He does:-- he did appoint it so. 1. The night has been anruly: Where we lay, himneys were blown down; and, as they say, ntings heard i'the air; strange screams of death; rophesying, with accents terrible, e combustion, and confus'd events, hatch'd to the wofol time. The obscure bird ur'd the livelong night: some say, the earib :b.

'Twas a rough night
My young remembrance canpot parallel

Re-enter MacdUFF.
lorror! horror! horror! Tongue, nor heart,

ererous, and did shake.

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, zor name thee!

What's the matter?
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der hath broke ope
mple, and stole ihence

What is't you say? the life?

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