Who's howl'd his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. {Exit. Lady M. That which hath made them drunk, hath made me bold: What hath quench'd them, hath given me firc:- It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, That death and nature do contend about them, Macb. [Within] Who's there?-what, ho! Lady M. Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd, And 'tis not done:-The attempt, and not the deed, Confounds us:- -Hark! I 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 scream, and the crickets Macb. Hark!— Who lies i' the second chamber? Lady M. Macb. This is a sorry sight. Donalbain. [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! 'I hat they did wake each other; I 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, Lady M. Consider it not so deeply. Mach. 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 After these ways; so, it will make us mad. Macb. Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep; 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 Thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think * As if. † Sleave, is unwrought silk. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: Go, carry them; and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. 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, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. Macb. [Exit. Knocking within. 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 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. [Knock.] I hear a knocking How casy is it then! Your constancy Hath left you unattended.-[Knocking.] Hark! more knocking: Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us, 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? Macb. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it; 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, In restless ecstasy.† Duncan is in his grave; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Can touch him further. * O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! * Most melancholy. What's to be done? † Agony. ti. e. The copy, the lease, by which they hold their lives from nature, has its time of termination. The beetle borne in the air by its shards or scaly wings Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,* Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seelingt night, And, with thy bloody and invisible hand, crow 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. Lady M. THE BANQUET SCENE. My royal lord, You do not give the cheer; the feast is sold, That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a making, 'Tis given with welcome: To feed, were best at home From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony; Meeting were bare without it. Macb. Sweet remembrancer! Now, good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both! Len. May it please your highness sit? [The Ghost of BANQUO rises, and sils in MACBETH's place. Macb. Here had we now our country's honour roof'd, Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present; I Rosse. His absence, sir, ys blame upon his promise. Please it your high ness To grace us with your royal company? Mach. The table's full. Len. Mach. Where? Here's a place reserv'd, sir. Len. Here, my lord. What is't that moves your highness? Macb. Which of you have done this? * A term of endearment. + Blinding |