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Who's howl'd his watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
[ A bell rings.
Enter Lady Macbeth. Lady M. That which hath made them drunk, hath
made me bold: What hath quench'd them, hath given me firc:
Lady M. Alack! I am afraid they have awak’d, And 'tis not done:—The attempt, and not the deed, Confounds us:-Hark!- laid their daggers ready He could not miss them.-Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had done't.-My husband!
Enter MACBETH. Mach. I have done the deed:-Didst thou not hear
a noise Lady M. I heard the owls screani, and the crickets
cry. Did not you speak? Mucb.
When? Lady M.
As I descended? Lady M. Ay.
[Looking at his hands. Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. Mucb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and on
cried, murder! 'l hat they did wake each other; 1 stood and heard
them; But they did say their prayers, and address'd them Again to sleep. 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 sear, 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
What do you meani Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more! to all the house. Glamis halh murder:d sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more! Lady M. Who was it that thus cried? Why, wor.
ihy 'Thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things:-Go, get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. • As if.
† Sleave, is unwrought silk.
Why did you bring these daggers from the place?
I'll go no more
Infirm of purpose !
[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
cyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No: this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine,* Making the green one red.
Re-enter Lady MACBETH. Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but I
shame To wear a heart so white. [K'nock.] I hear a knocking At the south entry:-retire we to our chamber: A little water clears us of this deed: How casy is it then! Your constancy Hath left you unattended.—[Knocking.] Hark!
more knocking: Get on your night-gown, 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. Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would thor couldst!
[Exeunt • To incarnardine is to stain of a flesh colour.
ACT III. MACBETH'S GUILTY CONSCIENCE AND FEARS OF
BANQUO. Lady M. .How now, my lord; why do you keep
alone, of sorriest* ' fancies your companions making? Using those thoughts which should indeed have died With ther, they think on? Things without remedy, Should te without regard: what's done, is done.
Macb. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it; She'll close and be herself; whilst our poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth. But let The frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams, That shake us nightly: Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.f Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreiga levy, nothing Can touch him further.
0, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wise! Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.
Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not eterne. I
Macb. There's comfort yet; they are assailable; Then be thou jocund: Ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight; ere, to black Hecate's summons. The shard-borne beetle,Ş with his drowsy hums, Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A decd of dreadful note. Lady M.
What's to be done? * Most melancholy.
† Agony. # i. e. The copy, the lease, by which they hold their lives from nature, has its time of termination.
The beetle borno in the air by its shards or scaly winga
Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearcsi
chuck,* Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seelingt night, Skarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And, with thy bloody and invisible hand, Cancel, and tear to pieces, that great bond Which keeps me pale!-Light thickens; and tha Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their prey do rouse.
THE BANQUET SCENE, Lady M.
My royal lord,
May it please your highness sit? [The Ghost of Banquo riscs, and sils
in Macbeth's place. Macb. Here had we now our country's honour
His absence, sir,
his promise. Please it your highTo grace us with your royal company?
Macó. The table's lull.
Here's a place reserv’d, sir.
highness Macb. Which of you have done this? * A term of endearment. + Blinding