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I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters:

To you they have show'd some truth.
Macb.
I think not of them:
Yet, when we can entreat an hour to
serve,

We would spend it in some words upon that business,

If you would grant the time.

Ban. At your kind'st leisure. Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis,

It shall make honour for you.

Ban. So I lose none In seeking to augment it, but still keep My bosom franchised and allegiance clear,

I shall be counsell'd.

Macb. Good repose the while!
Ban. Thanks, sir: the like to you!

[Exeunt BANQUO and FLEANCE. Macb. Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,

She strike upon the bell. Get thee to [Exit Servant.

bed.

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.
Art 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, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.

Thou 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 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; witchcraft celebrates

Pale Hecate's1 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 whereabout,

1 Hecate: queen of the witches.

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Again to sleep. Lady M. together. Macb. One cried "God bless us!" and "Amen" the other,

There are two lodged

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 ravell'd 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 murder'd 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,

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Macb. Whence is that knocking? How is it 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 incarnadine, Making the green one red.

Reënter LADY MACBETH

Lady M. My hands are of your colour, but I shame

To wear a heart so white. [Knocking within.] 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 Hath left you unattended. [Knocking

within.] Hark! more knocking: Get on your nightgown, 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.

[Knocking within.

Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst! [Exeunt.

SCENE III

The same

Enter a Porter. Knocking within. Porter. Here's a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key. [Knocking within.] Knock, knock, knock! Who's there, i' the name of Beelzebub1? Here's a farmer, that 1 Beelzebub: prince of devils.

hanged himself on the expectation of plenty: come in time; have napkins enow about you; here you'll sweat for't. [Knocking within.] Knock, knock! Who's there, in th' 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 could not equivocate to heaven: O, come in, equivocator. [Knocking within.] 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 within.] 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 within.] Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter. [Opens the gate.

Enter MACDUFF and LENNOX Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,

That you do lie so late?

Port. Faith, sir, we were carousing
till the second cock.
Macd. Is thy master stirring?

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I had almost slipp'd the hour. Macb.

The life o' the building.

I'll bring you to him.

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Macb. What is't you say? the
life?

Len. Mean you his majesty?
Macd. Approach the chamber, and
destroy your sight.

With a new Gorgon1: do not bid me speak;

See, and then speak yourselves.

[Exeunt MACBETH and LENNOX. Awake, awake! 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

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