57 Thy letters have transported me beyond My dearest love, And when goes hence? Macb. 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 beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, Macb. We will speak further. Only look up clear; [Exeunt. Lady M. Enter an Attendant. What is your tidings? Atten. The king comes here to-night. Lady M. Thou 'rt mad to say it:Is not thy master with him? who, were't so, Would have inform’d for preparation. Atten. So please you, it is true: our thane is coming: One of my fellows had the speed of him, Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more Than would make up his message. Give him tending; He brings great news. [Exit Attendant. The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan 40 Under my battlements. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, 4 That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances5 You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry “Hold, hold!” 50 Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending, with torches. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, Banduo, LENNOX, MACDUFF, Ross, Angus, and Attendants. air This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve? By his lov'd mansionry that the heavens' breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, 8 frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle: Where they most breed and haunt, I have 9 G Enter MACBETH. Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! observ'd 1 Metaphysical, supernatural. 4 Remorse, pity. Sightless substances, invisible forms. 6 To alter favour, i.e. to change countenance. 6 Enter LADY MACBETH. With his surcease, success; that but this blow 11 cases 10 2 Dun. See, see, our honour'd hostess! The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. [Herein I teach you How you shall bid God 'ild us for your pains, And thank us for your trouble. ] Lady M. All our service In every point twice done, and then done double, Were poor and singlel business to contend Against those honours deep and broad where with Your majesty loads our house: for those of old, And the late dignities heap'd up to them, a We rest your hermits.3 Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor? We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose To be his púrveyor: but he rides well, And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess, We are your guest to-night. Lady M. Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, Still to return your own. Dun. Give me your hand; Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly, And shall continue our graces towards him. By your leave, hostess. [E.ceunt. We still have judgment here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, re turn To plague th' inventor: this even - handed justice Commends th' ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Whoshould against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet - tongued, against spur 22 20 SCENE VII. The same. A lobby in Macbeth's castle. Enter LADY MACBETH. How now! what news? Lady M. He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber? Macb. Hath he ask'd for me? Lady M. Know you not he has? Macb. We will proceed no further in this business: He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest Hautboys and torches. Enter and pass over, a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and service. Then enter MACBETH. Macb. If it were done when 't is done, then 't were well. It were done quickly if th'assassination Could trammel upó the consequence, and catch, gloss, 1 Single, slight, weak. 6 Surcease, cessation. i Jump, hazard. 8 Faculties, powers, prerogatives. And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this. Macb. Lady M. If we should fail?— We fail.But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep,Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him,-his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassail2 so convince,3 That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only: when in swinish sleep Their drenched natures lie as in a death, What cannot you and I perform upon The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt Of our great quell? 5 69 ACT II. SCENE I. Inverness. Court of Macbeth's castle. Enter BANQUO, preceded by FLEANCE Ban. How goes the night, boy? Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard Ban. And she goes down at twelve. I take 't, 't is later, sir. 1 Adhere, i.e. cohere. VOL. V. Ban. Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heaven, Their candles are all out. Take thee that too. A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers, Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature Gives way to in repose! Wassail, carousing. 4 Receipt, receptacle. 5 Limbeck, alembic. 7 Husbandry, economy Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. SCENE II. The same. Enter LADY MACBETH. [Exit. Lady M. That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quench'd them hath given me fire.-Hark! Peace! It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night.—He is about it: The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd their possets, That' death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live or die. 1 Dudgeon, handle. 3 Grooms, servants. 2 Gouts, drops (Fr. gouttes). 4 That, i.e. so that. Lady M. There are two lodg'd together. Macb. One cried "God bless us!" and "Amen!" the other; 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!" 30 Lady M. Consider it not so deeply. Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce "Amen?" [Looking on his hands. Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. Mach. There's one did laugh in 's sleep, and one cried "Murder!" That they did wake each other: I stood and heard them: But they did say their prayers, and address'd them Again to sleep. I had most need of blessing, and "Amen" Lady M. These deeds must not be thought mad. Macb. Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! |
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