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Glamis hath murder'd sleep; and therefore Cawdor
Mac. I'll go no more:
130 Look on't again, I dare not.
Lady. 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 he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking within.
Mac. 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 141 Clean from my hand ? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine, Making the green-one red.
Re-enter Lady MACBETH. Lady. My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white. I hear a knocking [Knock.
At the south entry :-retire we to our chamber :
[Knock. Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us,
151 And shew us to be watchers :-Be pot lost So poorly in your thoughts, Mac. To know my deed, 'twere best not know
myself. Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would, thou could'st!
Enter a Porter.
[Knocking within.] Port. Here's a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key. [Knock.] Knock, knock, knock : Who's there, i' the name of Belzebub? Here's a farmer, that hang'd himself on the expe&ation of plenty: come in time; have napkins enough about you; here you'll sweat fort. [Knock.] 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: oh, come in, equivocator. [Knock.] Knock, knock, knock : Who's there ? 'Faith, here's an English taylor come
hither, for stealing out of a French hose : come in, taylor; here you may roast your goose. [Knock.] 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. [Knock] Anon, anon; I pray you, remember the porter,
176 Enter MACDUFF, and Lenox. 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 : and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.
Macd. What three things doth drink especially provoke?
Port. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the perforinance: therefore, much drink may be said 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 dishearten's 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 Diij