The raven himself is hoarse, [Exit Attendant. That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits, You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Macb. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady M. And when goes hence? Mach. To-morrow, - as he purposes. Lady M. O, never Shall sun that morrow see! Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters. To beguilethetime, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, flower, But be the serpent underit! Hethat's coming, Must be provided for: and you shall put This night's great business into my despatch, Mach. We will speak further. Lady M. Only look up clear! To alter favour ever is to fear: Leave all the rest to me! [Exeunt. SCENE VI. - The same. Before the castle. Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENOX, MACDUFF, ROSSE, ANGUS, and Attendants. Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Were poor and single business, to contend Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor? We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose, Lady M. Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, Dun. Give me your hand! Conduct me to mine host! welove him highly, [Exeunt. It were done quickly. If the assassination But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, So clear in his great office, that his virtues The deep damnation of his taking-off, And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. - I have no spur Enter Lady MАСВЕТН. Lady M. He has almost supp'd. Why have you left the chamber? Macb. Hath he ask'd for me? Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. Ban. This guest of summer, Lady M. Know you not, he has? The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, Macb. We will proceed no further in this business. He hath honour'd me of late, and I have bought Nor coigne of vantage, but this bird hath made Smells wooingly here: nojutty, frieze, buttress, Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, His pendent bed, and procreant cradle. Where they Not cast aside so soon. Most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, the air Lady M. Was the hope drunk, Is delicate. Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since? Enter Lady МАСВЕТН. Dun. See, see! our honour'd hostess! The love, that follows us, sometime is our trouble, Lady M. All our service In every point twice done, and then done double, And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time, To be the same in thine own act and valour, Letting I dare not wait upon I would, Like the poor cat i'the adage ? Macb, Pr'ythee, peace! I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprize to me? Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, Macb. If we should fail, Lady M. We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, Macb. Bring forth men-children only! Lady M. Who dares receive it other, Mach. I am settled, and bend up Our will became the servant to defect, 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, Would spend it in some words upon that business, Ban. At your kind'st leisure. Mach. If you shall cleave to my consent, - when'tis, It shall make honour for you. Ban. So I lose none, In seeking to augmentit, but still keep' My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear, I shall be counsell'd. Macb. Goodrepose, the while! Ban. Thanks, sir; the like to you! [Exit Banquo. Mach. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell! Get thee to bed! [Exit 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. Thou marshal'st me the way, that I was going; Mine eyes are made the fools o'the other senses, Thus to mine eyes. - Now o'er the one half world Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, False face must hide what the false heart doth know. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design ACT II. [Exeunt. SCENE I. - The same. Court within the castle. Moves like a ghost. - Thou sure and firm-set earth, Enter Banquo and FLEANCE, and a Servant with a Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. torch before them. Ban. How goes the night, boy? Ban. And she goes down at twelve. Fle. I take't, 'tis later, sir. Ban. Hold, take my sword! - There's husbandry in heaven, Their candles are all out. - Take thee that too! Macb. A friend. Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a bed. He hath been in unusual pleasure, and Sent forth great largess to your officers. This diamond he greets your wife withal, By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up In measureless content. Macb. Being unprepar'd, [A bellrings. 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. [Exit. He could not miss them. - Had he not resembled My father, as he slept, I had done't. Enter MACВЕТН. My husband! knocking: Macb. I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise? 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. [Knock. [Exeunt. Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry. Lady M. Now. Macb. AsIdescended? Lady M. Ay. Macb. Hark! Who lies i'the second chamber? Lady M. Donalbain. Mach. This is a sorry sight. [Looking on his hands. Macb. There's one did laughin's sleep, and one cry'd murder! Stuck in my throat. Lady M. These deeds must not be thought After these ways; so, it will make us mad. 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 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 That fears a painted devil. If he 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! Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would thou could'st! 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.] Knock, knock, knock! Who's there, i'the name of Belzebub? Here's a farmer, that hang'd have himself on the expectation of plenty. Come in time; napkins enough about you; Ihere you'll sweat for't. [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 could not equivocate to heaven. O, 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 devilporter it no further: I had thought to have let in some of all professions, that go the pri 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, Port. 'Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock:and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things. Macd. What three things does drink especially pro voke? Port. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes: it protherefore much drink may be said vokes the desire, butit takes away the performance: to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; it sets him 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. Port. 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. Macd. Is thy master stirring? Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes. The expedition of my violent love And his gash'd stabs look'dlike a breach in nature, Lady M. Help me hence, ho! Macd. Look to the lady! Mal. Why do we hold our tongues, Macd. O horror! horror! horror! Tongue, nor heart, That most may claim this argument for ours? Cannot conceive, nor name thee! Macb. Len. What's the matter? Macd. Confusion now hath made his master-piece! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence The life o'the building. Macb. Whatis't you say? the life? Len. Mean you his majesty? Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight Withanew Gorgon! - Do not bid me speak! See, and then speak yourselves! - Awake! Awake! [Exeunt Macbeth and Lenox. Ring the alarum-bell! - Murder! and treason! As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprights, Enter Lady MАСВЕТН. Lady M. What's the business, [Bell rings. 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. - O Banquo! Banquo! Enter BANQUO. Our roval master's murder'd! Lady M. Woe, alas! What, in our house? Ban. Too cruel, any where. Dear Duff, I pr'ythee, contradict thyself, And say, 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, Allis 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? Mach. You are, and do not knowit: The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood Is stopp'd: the very source of it is stopp'd, Macd. Your royal father's murder'd. Mal. O, by whom? Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done't: They star'd, and were distracted; no man's life Was to be trusted with them, Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury, That I did kill them. Macd. Wherefore did you so ? Don. What should be spoken here, Where our fate, hid within an augre-hole, May rush, and seizeus? Let's away; our tears Are not yet brew'd. Mal. Nor our strong sorrow on The foot of motion. Ban. Look to the lady! [Lady Macbeth is carried out. And when we have ouranaked frailties hid, Macb. And so do I. All. So all. Maco. Let's briefly put on manly readiness, And meet i' the hall together. All. Well contented. (Exeunt all but Mal. and Don. Mal. This murderous shaft, that's shot, SCENE IV. - Without the castle. Enter ROSSE and an Old Man. [Exeunt. Old M. Threescorę 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. Ah, good father, Thou see'st, the heavens, as troubled with man's act, Old M. 'Tis unnatural, Even like the deed, that's done. On Tuesday last, 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, Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, Contending'gainst obedience, as they would make Macb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temperate, and War with mankind. furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man: Old M. 'Tis said, they eat each other. Rosse. They did so, to the amazement of mine eyes, Macd. Why, see you not? 281 Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd Craving us jointly! Hie you to horse! Adieu, Rosse. Is't known, who did this more than bloody When, therewithal, we shall have cause of state, deed? Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain. Rosse. Alas, the day! What good could they pretend? Macd. They were suborn'd. Malcolm and Donalbain, theking's two sons, Rosse. 'Gainst nature still: Thriftless ambition, that wilt raven up Thine own life's means! - Then, 'tis most like, Macd. He is already nam'd, and gone to Scone, Rosse. Where is Duncan's body? Macd. Carried to Colmes-kill, The sacred storehouse of his predecessors, And guardian of their bones. Rosse. Will you to Scone? Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife. Rosse. Well, I will thither. Till you return at night! Goes Fleance with you? And so I do commend you to their backs. Farewell! Let every man be master of his time, [Exit Banquo. The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you! [Exeunt Lady Macbeth, Lords, Ladies, etc. Sirrah, a word! Attend those men our pleasure? thus, is nothing; Our fears in Banquo But to be safely thus. Reigns that, which would be fear'd. 'Tis much he dares; And, to that dauntless temper of his mind, Whose being I do fear, and, under him, Macd. Well, may you see things well done there! - To act insafety. There is none, but he, My genius is rebuk'd, as, itis said, When first they put the name of king upon me, Ban. Thou hast it now: King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd, As the weird women promis'd; and, I fear, Thou play'dst most foully for't: yet it was said, 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 MAC- To half a soul, and a notion craz'd, Mach. I did so, and went further, which is now 1 Mur. You made it known to us. Your patience so predominantin your nature, 1 Mur. Weare men, my liege. Mach. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, |