Len. Mean you his majesty? Macd. 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 Lenox. Ring the alarum-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 image!-Malcolm! Banquo! As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprights, To countenance this horror! Lady M. Enter LADY MACBETH. [Bell rings. What's the business, O, gentle lady, That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley "Tis not for you to hear what I can speak: Would murder as it fell.-O Banquo! Banquo! Dear Duff, I pr'ythee, contradict thyself, 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 and DONALBAIN. Don. What is amiss? Macb. You are, and do not know it: c The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood Mal. O, by whom? They star'd, and were distracted; no man's life Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury, That I did kill them. Macd. Wherefore did you so? Macb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temperate, and fuLoyal and neutral, in a moment? No man: The expedition of my violent love Out-ran the pauser reason. -Here lay Duncan, [rious, And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature, Lady M. Macd. Look to the lady. Mal. Help me hence, ho! Why do we hold our tongues, That most may claim this argument for ours? Where our fate, hid within an augre-hole, Mal. The foot of motion. Ban. Nor our strong sorrow on Look to the lady: [Lady Macbeth is carried out. And when we have our naked frailties hid, That suffer in exposure, let us meet, And question this most bloody piece of work, To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us : In the great hand of God I stand; and, thence, Macb. And so do I. So all. Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness, And meet i'the hall together. All. Well contented. [Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain. Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort with them: To show an unfelt sorrow, is an office Which the false man does easy: I'll to England. Mal. This murderous shaft that's shot, Hath not yet lighted; and our safest way Is, to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse; And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, But shift away: There's warrant in that theft Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left. SCENE IV. Without the Castle. Enter Rosse and an Old Man. [Exeunt. Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember well: Within the volume of which time, I have seen Hours dreadful, and things strange; but this sore night Hath trifled former knowings. Rosse. Old M. Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at, and kill'd. Rosse. And Duncan's horses (a thing most strange and certain), Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Old M. 'Tis said, they eat each other. Rosse. They did so; to the amazement of mine eyes, That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Macduff:Enter MACDuff. How goes the world, sir, now? Macd. Rosse. What good could they pretend? Macd. Alas, the day! They were suborn'd: Malcolm, and Donalbain, the king's two sons, Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them Suspicion of the deed. Rosse. 'Gainst nature still : Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own life's means!-Then 'tis most like, Macd. He is already nam'd; and gone to Scone, To be invested. Rosse. Macd. Carried to Colmes-kill; The sacred storehouse of his predecessors, Where is Duncan's body? Will you to Scone? Well, I will thither. And guardian of their bones. Rosse. Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife. Macd. Well, may you see things well done there;— adieu! Lest our old robes sit easier than our new! Rosse. Father, farewell. Old M. God's benison go with you; and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes! [Exeunt. SCENE I. FORES. A Room in the Palace. Ban. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, But that myself should be the root, and father And set me up in hope? But, hush; no more. Senet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as King; LADY MACBETH, as Queen; LENOX, ROSSE, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants. Macb. Here's our chief guest. Lady M. If he had been forgotten, It had been as a gap in our great feast, |