none: Dun. Great happiness! Speak then to me, who ncither beg nor fear, Your favors, nor your hate. 2 11'ich. Hail! Till he disbursed, at St. Colmes' inch, 3 W'ilch. Hail! Ten thousand dollars to our general use. 1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo! [Eccunt. Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis, SCENE III.- A Herth. But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, Thunder. Enter the three Witches. A prosperous gentleman; and, to be king, Stands not within the prospect of belief, 1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence 2 Witch. Killing swine. You owe this stranze intelligence? or why 3 Witch. Sister, where thou? Upon this blasted heath you stop our way, i Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, With such prophetic greeting !-Speak, I charge And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd : you. (Witches vanish. Give me, quoth 1: Ban. The carth hath bubbles, as the water luas, Aroint thee, wilch. the rump-led ronyon' cries. And these are of them:-Whither are they vanishd? Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o’the Tiger: Macb. Into the air; and what seemd corporal, But in a sieve I'll thither sail, meited And, like a rat without a tail, As breath into the wind.-'Would they have staid! I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do. Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak 2 Wilch. I'll give thee a wind. about? 1 Witch. Thou art kind. Or have we eaten of the insane root, 3 Witch. And I another. That takes the reason prisoner? i Wüch. I myselt have all the other; Mach. Your children shall be kings. Ban. And the very ports they blow, You shall bc king. All the quarters that they know Mac). And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so? l' the shipinan's card.s Ban. To the self-samne tune and words. Who's I will drain hiin dry as hay: here? Sleep shall, neither night nor day Enter Rosse and ANGES. Haag upon his pent-house lid: Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Mac'eth, He shall live a man forbid: The news of thy success: and when he reads Wcary seven-nights, nine times nine, Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine: His wonders and his praises do contend, Though his bark cannot be lost, Which should be thine, or his: Silenced with that, Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd. In viewing o'er the rest o'the self-same day, Look what I have. He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, 2 Witch. Show me, show me. Nothing ateard of what thy self didst make, 1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Strange images of death. As thick as tale, Wreck'd, as homeward he did come, Came post with post; and every one did bear [Drum wilhin. Thy praises in his kingdom's great detence, 3 Witch. A drum, a drum; And pour'd them down before him. Macbeth doth come. Ang. We are sent, All. The weird sisters,' hand in hand, To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; Posters of the sca and land, To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee. Thus do go about, about; Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honor, Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor: And thrice again, to make up nine: In which addition, hail, most worthy thane! Peace!-the charm's wound up. For it is thine. Ban. What, can the devil speak true? Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives: Why do you Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. dress me Ban. How far is't callid to Forres ?- What are In borrow'd robes? these, Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet; So wither'd, and so wild in their attire; But under heavy judgment bears that lite That looks not like the inhabitants o’the earth, Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught Combined with Norway; or did line the rebel That man inay question? You seem to understand With hidden help and vantage; or that with both me, He labor'd in his country's wreck, I know not; By each at once her choppy fingers laying But treasons capital, confessd and prov'd, Mach. Glamis, and thane of Cardor: That you are so. The greatest is behind.- Thanks for your palis,-Moch. Speak, if you can:-What are you? Do you not hope your children shall be kinsa, 1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, of Glamis! Promis'd no less to them? 2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane Ban. That, trusted homs, of Cawdor! Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, 3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange: hereaiter. And oftentimes to win us to our harm, In deepest consequence.- Two truths are told, Of noble having, and of royal hope, As happy prologues to the swelling act That he seems rapto withal; to ine you speak not: of the imperial theme.--I thank you gentlemen.If you can look into the seeds of time. This supernatural soliciting 6 And say, which grain will grow, and which will not; | Cannot be ill; cannot be good:-fill, 6 Avaunt, begone. • A scurvy woman fed on orals. Why hath it given me earnest of success, & Compass. Accursed. Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: Prophetic siaters. Supernatural, spiritual. If good, why do I yield to that suggestion 9 Estate. Abstracted. 6 As fest as they coul'l be counted. & Iocitement. Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, The hearing of my wife with your approach; And make my seated heart knock at my ribs So, humbly take my leave. Against the use of nature? Present fears Dun. My worthy Cawdor! Are less than horrible imaginings: Macb. The prince of Cumberland!--That is a My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, step, [Asiile. Shakes so my single state of man, that function On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap, Is smother'd in surmise: and nothing is, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your tires! But what is not. Let not light see my black and deep desires: Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt. The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be, Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance Which the eye lears, when it is done, to see. (Erit. may crown me, Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant;a Without my stir. And in his commendations I am fed ; Ban. New honors come upon him It is a banquet to me. Let us after him, Like our strange garments, cleave; not to their Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome: mould, It is a peerless kinsman. [Flourish. Exeunt. But with the aid of use. Macb. Come what come may; SCENE V.- Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's Time and the hour* runs through the roughest day. Castle. Lady M. They met me in the day of success; and With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains more in them trun mortal knowledge. when I I have learned by the perfectest report, they have Are register'd where every day I turn The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the king.-burned in desire to question them further, they Think upon what hath chanced: and, at more time, Whiles I stoot rapt in the won ter of it, came mis marle themselres-air, into which they vanished. The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak Our free bearts each to other. siress from the king, who all hailed me, Thane of Ban. Very gladly. Cawdor; by which title, before, these weird sisters Mucb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends. saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of. (Exeunt. time, with, Hail, king that shalt be! This have I thought good to delirer thee, my dearest partner of SCENE IV.-Forres. A Room in the Palace. greatness; that thou mightest not lose the clues of rejoicing, by being ignorunt of what greatness is Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and furewell. LENOx, and Attendants. Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not What thou art promis'd :-Yet do I fear thy nature; Those in commission yet return'd? It is too full o' ihe milk of human kindness, Mal. My liege, To catch the nearest way: Thou wouldst be great; They are not yet come back. But I have spoke Art not without ambition; but without With one thai saw him die: who did report, The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst That very frankly he contess'd his treasons; highly, Implor'd your highness' pardon; and set forth That wouidst thou holily; wouldst not play false, A deep repentance: nothing in his life And yet wouldst wrongly win; thou’dst have, great Became him, like the leaving it; he died Glamis, As one that had been studied in his death, That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,1 And that which rather thou dlost fear to do, As 'twere a careless tritle. Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, Dun. There's no art, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; To find the mind's construction in the face: And chastise with the valor of my tongue He was a gentleman on whom I built All that impedes thee froin the golden round, An absolute trust.-0 worthiest cousin! Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seemn Enter MACBETH, BANQCO, Rosse, and Angus. To have theecrown'd withal.- What is your tidings? The sin of my ingratitude even now Enter an Attendant. Attend. The king comes here to-night. Lady M. Thou’rt mad to say it: That the proportion both of thanks and payment Would have inform’d for preparation. Attend. So please you, it is true; our thane is Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, coming: One of my fellows had the speed of him; Who, alınost dead for breath, had scarcely more Than would make up his message. Are to your throne and state, children, and servants; Which do but what they should, by doing every He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse, Lady M. Give him tending, thing, [Exit Attendant. Safe toward your love and honor. That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Dun. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labor Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here; To make thee full of growing.–Noble Banquo, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full That hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known No less to have done so, let me intold thee, Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse;? There if I grow, That no compunctious visitings of nature The harvest is your own. Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect, and it! Come to my woman's breasts, Diin. My plenteous joys, Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves And take my milk for gall, your muru’ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless subsiances In drops of sorrow.--Sons, kinsmen, thanes, You wait on nature's mischief: Come, thick night, And you whose places are the nearest, know, We will establish our estate upon And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! Our eldest, Malcom; whom we name hereafter, That my keen knite see not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, The prince of Cumberland: which honor must Not, unaccompanied, invest him only, To cry, Holl, hold! - Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Macb. The rest is labor, which is not used for you: Thy letters have transported me beyond I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful : Full as valiant as descrihed. 3 Messengers. 'i.e. Which cleave not. 8 Time and opportunity. 4 Diadem. 6 Supernatural. Deadly, murderous. • Pardon * Owned, possessed. & Wrap as in a mantle 7 Pity. This ignorant present, and I feel now To our own lips. He's here in double trust: The future in the instant. First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Macb. My dearest love, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Duncan comes here to-night. Who should against his murderer shut the door, Laly M. And when goes hence? Not bear the knite myself. Besides, this Duncan Much. To-morrow,-as he purposes. Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been Lady M. 0, never So clear in his great office, that his virtues Shall sun that morrow see! Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against Your face, my thane, is a book, where men The deep damnation of his taking oil: May read strange matters:- To beguile the time, And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent Upon the sightless couriers of the air, tlower, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, But be the serpent under it. He that's coming That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur Must be provided for: and you shall put To prick the sides of my intent, but only This night's great business into my despatch; Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself, Which shall to all our nights and days to come And falls on the other.-How now, what news! Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. Much. We will speak further. Enter Lady MACBETH. Lady M. Only look up clear; Lady M. He has almost supp'd: Why have you To alter favorever is to fear: left the chamber? Leave all the rest to me. (Exeunt. Macb. Hath he ask'd for me? Lady M. Know you not, he has? Much. We will proceed no furiherin this business: Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending. He hath honor'd ine of late; and I have bought Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, Bangro, Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Lexox, MACDUFF, Rosse, ÁNGUS, and Attendants. Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon. Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Lady M. Was the hope drunk, Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Wherein you dress d yourself? hath it slept since? Unto our gentle senses. And wakes it now, to look so green and pale Ban. This guest of summer, At what it did so freely? From this time, Like the poor cat i' the adage? Macb. Pr’ythee, peace Dun. See, see! our honor'd hostess! I dare do all that may become a man; Lady M. What beast was it then How you shall bid God yield? us for your pains When you durst do it, then you were a man; And thank us for your trouble. Luły M. All our service And, to be more than what you were, you would In every point twice done, and then done double, Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Were poor and single business to contend Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: Against those honors deep and broad, wherewith They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Your majesty loads our house: For those of old, And the late dignities heap'd up to them, Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis, to love the babe that milks me: We rest your hermits. Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor? I would, while it was smiling in my face, We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose Have pluck'd my nipple from its boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn, as you To be his purveyor: but he rides well; And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him Have done to this. Macb. If we should fail,- Lally M. We fail! Lady M1. Your servants ever But screw your courage to the sticking place, And we'll not fail. Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in (Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey When Duncan is asleep, compt, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, Soundly invite him.) his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassel' so convince,s That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only: When in swinish sleep And shall continue our grace towards him. Their drenched natures lie, as in a death, By your leave, hostess. (Exeunt. What cannot you and I perform upon The unguarded Duncan? what noi put upon His spongy ollicers; who shall bear the guilt Haut boys and torches. Enter, and pass over the Of our great quell?1 sluge, a Sewer,and divers Servants with dishes Much. Bring forth men-children only! and serrice. Then enter MACBETH. For thy undaunted mettle should compose Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then Nothing but males. Will it not be received,? 'twere well When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two It were done quickly: If the assassination Of his own chamber, and used their very dargers, Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, That they have don't? With his surcease, success; that but this blow Lady M. Who dares receive it other, Might be the be-all and the end-all here, As we shall make our griets and clamor roar Macb. I am settled, and bend up We süll have judgment here; that we but teach Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return Away, and mock the time with fairest show: To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice False face must hide what the talse heart doth know. Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice (Exeunt. Look, countenance. 1 Convenient corner. 6 Winds; sightless is invisible. ? Reward. 3 Subject to accompt. In the same sense as cohere. Intemperance. • An officer so called from his placing the dishes on 8 Overpower. Sentinel. the table. 1 Murder. ? Supposed. I Thrift. ACT II. ets cry. SCENE I.-Court within Macbeth's Castle. Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. Enter Bangco and FLEANCE, and a Servant with a I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. (A bell rings. torch before them. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell Ban. How goes the night, boys? That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. (Excit. Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. SCENE II.-The same. Ban. And she goes down at twelve. Enter Lady MACBETH. Fle. I take't, 'tis later, sir. Ban. Hold, take my sword:-There's husbandry Lady M. That which hath made them drunk, in heaven, hath made me bold: Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too. What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire;A heavy suinmons lies like lead upon me, Hark!--Peace! And yet I would not sleep: Merciful powers! It was the owl that shriek'd the fatal bellman, Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it: Gives way to in repose !--Give me my sword:- The doors are open; and the surteited grooms Do mock their charge with snorcs: I have drugg'd Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch. their possets, Who's there? That death and nature do contend about them, Vach. A friend. Whether they live or die. Lady M. Alack! I am afraid they have awaked, Sent forth great largess to your oflices: 5 And 'tis not done:-the attempt and not the deed, Thuis diamond he greets your wife withal, Confounds us:-Hark!-I laid their daggers ready, By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up. He could not miss them.--Had he not resembled In measureless content. My father as he slept, I had done't.-My husband! c. Being unprepared, Enter MACBETH. Macb. I have done the deed :-Didst thou not Ban. All's well. hear a noise? I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: Lady M. I heard 12 owl scream, and the crickTo vou they have show'd some truth. Mcb. I think not of them: Did not you speak? Yet when we can entreat an hour to serve, Mach. When? Would spend it in some words upon that business, Lady M. Now. If you would grant the time. Mach. As I descended ? Bin. At your kind'st leisure. Laily M. Ay. Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent,—when Macb. Hark!'tis, Who lies i'the second chamber! It shall make honor for you. Lady M. Donalbain. Macb. This is a sorry sight. (Looking on his hands. My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear, Lady M. A foolish thought; to say a sorry sight. I shall be counsell’d. Much. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and Mach. Good repose, the while. one cricd, murder! Ban. Thanks, sir; The like to you. That they did wake each other; I stood and heard (Erit Bangco and FLEANCE. them: Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is But they did say their prayers, and address’d them ready, Again to sleep. She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. Lady M. There are two lodg'd together. (Exit Servant. Mucb. One cried, God bless us! and Amen, the Is this a dagger which I see before me, other; The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands thee: Listening their fear. I could not say, amen, I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. When they did say, God bless us. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible Consider it not so deeply. To feeling as to sight? or art thou but Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce, A dagger of the mind; a false creation, amen? Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I had most need of blessing, and amen I see thre yet, in form as palpable Stuck in my throat. As this which now I draw. Laly M. These deeds must not be thought Thou marshal'st ine the way that I was going; After these ways; so, it will make us mad. And such an instrument I was to use. Mach. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep no Mine eyes are made the fools o the other senses, Macbeth doth murder sleep, the innocent sleep; more! Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still; And on thy blade, and dudgeon, goutso'of blood, Sleep, that knits up the ruvellid sleare of care, Which was not so before. There's no such thing: The death of each day's life, sore labor's buth, It is the bloody business, which informs Balm of hurt minds. great nature's second course, Thus to mine eyes.- Now o'er the one half world Chief nourisher in life's feast;--Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse Lały M. What do you mean? The curtain'd sleep; now witchcraft celebrates Jacb. Stillit cried. Sleep no more! to all thc house: Pale Hecate's otlerings; and wither'd murder, Glanis hath murder't sleep; anil therefore Cawdor Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Shall sleep no more, Mucheth shall sliep no more! Whose howi's his watch, thus with his stealthy race, Laly J. Who was it that thus cried! Why, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design worthy thane, Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and tirm-set You do unbend your noble strength, to think arth, So brainsickly of things:-Go, get some water, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear And wash this filthy witness from your hand.Thy very stones prate of my where-about, Why did you bring these daggers from the place? And take the present horror from the time, They must lie there; Go, carry them; and smear Which now suits with it.-Whiles I threat, he lives; The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more; 6 The rooms appropriated to servants. •Conclude. 7 Haft, handle. Sleave is unwrought silk. Laily M. • Bounty. * Drops. 4 I am afraid to think what I have done; Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane? Look on't again, I dare not. Mach. Not yet. Lady 1. Infirm of purpose! Jucd. He did command me to call timely on him; Give me the daggers: The sleeping and the dead I have almost slipp'd the hour. Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood, Jach. I'll bring you to him. That tears a painted devil. Ji he do bleed, Maci. I know this is a joyful trouble to you; I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, But yet'tis one. For it musi scem their guilt. Mucb. The labor we delight in physicspain. [Exit. Knocking within. This is the door. Macb. Whence is that knocking? Macd. I'll make so bold to call, How is’t with me, when every noise appals me? For 'tis my limited service.6 (Exit MACDUFF. What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine Len. Goes the king eyes! From hence to-day? Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Macb. He docs:-he did appoint it so. Clean from my hand? No: this my hand will rather Len. The night has been unruly: Where we lay, The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say, Making the green-one red. Lamentings heard i'the air; strange screams of Re-enter Lady MACBETH. death; And prophesying, with accents terrible, Lady M. My hands are of your color; but I shame Of dire combustion, and confused events, To wear a heart so white. (Knocking.) I hear a New hatch'd to the woeful time. The obscure bird knocking Clamor'd the livelong niyht: some say, the earth At the south entry:-retire we to our chamber: Was feverous and did shake. A little water clears us of this deed: Macb. 'Twas a rough night. How easy is it, then! Your constancy Hath leit you unattended.-[Knocking.] Hark! A fellow to it. Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel more knocking: Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us, Re-enter MACDCFF. And show us to be watchers:-Be not lost Macd. O horror! horror! horror! Tongue, nor So poorly in your thoughts. heart, Macb. To know my deed,—twere best not know Cannot conceive or name thee! myself. (Knocking. Macb. Len. What's the matter? Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou Mucl. Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! couldst! [Exeunt. Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's annointed temple, and stole thence The life o' the building. Mucb. What is't you say? the life? Porter. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man Len. Mean you his majesty? were porter of hell-gate, he should have old? turn Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your ing the key.. 6 sight (Knocking.) Knock, knock, knock: With a new Gorgon :-Do not bid me speak; Who's there? 'the name of Belzebub? Here's a farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of See, and then speak yourselves:-Awake! A wake! (Exeunt MACBETH and LexoX. plenty; Come in time; have napkins 3 enough about you; here you'll sweat for't. knocking.) knock Ring the alarum-belì:-Murder, and treason! knock: Who's there, i'the other devil's name? Banquo, and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake! 'Faith, here's an equivocator, that could swear in And look on death itselt!* Up, up, and see Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, both the scales against either scale; who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equi- As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites, The great doom's image!-Malcom! Banquo! vocate to Heaven: 0, come in,equivocator. (knock To countenance this horror. (Bell rings. ing.) Knock, knock, knock: Who's there? Faitli, here's an English tailor come hither, for stealing Enter Lady MACBETH. out of a French hose: Come in, tailor; here you Lady M. What's the business, may roast your goose. (Knocking: Knock, knock: That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley Never at quiet! What are you? But this place is The sleepers of the house? speak, speak. too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further: I Macd. O, gentle lady, had thought to have let in some of all professions, l 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak: that go the primrose way to the everlasting bontire. The repetition, in a woman's car, [Knocking.) Anon, anon; I pray you, remember | Would murder as it tell.—0 Banquo! Banquo! (Opens the gule. Enter BANQUO. Our royal master's murder'd! Lady M. Woe, alas! That you do lie so late? What, in our house? Port. Faith, sir, we were carousing till the sec- Ban. Too cruel, any where ond cock: and drink, sir, is a great provoker of Dear Duff, I pr’ythee contradict thyself, three things. Macd. What three things does drink especially And say, it is not so. provoke. Re-enter MACBETH and LEXOX Port. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it pro- I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant, I vokes the desire, but it takes away the performance. There's nothing serious in mortality: Therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivo- All is but toys: renown, and «race is dead: cator with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees it sets hin on, and it takes him off; it persuades is left this vault to brag of. him, and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and Enter Malcols and DoxalbaIN. not stand to: in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him. Don. What is amiss? Duct. I believe, drink gave thee the lie last night. Mach. You are, and do not know it: Port. That it did, sir, i'the very threat o'me: The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood But I requited him for his lie; and, I think, being is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp’d. too strong for him, though he took up my legs Jaci. Your royal father's murder'd. sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him. Mal. 0! by whom? Macd. Is thy master stirring ?- Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had Our knocking hath awaked him; here he comes. done't: Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood, Enter MACBETH. So were their daggers, which, unwiped, we found Len. Good-morrow, noble sir! Upon their pillows: Macb. Good-morrow, both! They stared, and were distracted; no man's life 1 To incarnadine, is to stain of a flesh color. Was to be trusted with them. 2 Frequent. Handkerchiefs. 4i. c. Acords a cordial to it. • Appointed service. the porter. |
