I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. SCENE III. Enter Lady. [Exit.. Lady. 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 bell-man, "Which gives the ftern'ft good-night-he is about it—. "The doors are open; and the furfeited grooms "Do mock their charge with fnores. I've drugg'd their poffets, "That death and nature do contend about them, "Whether they live or die.. Enter Macbeth.. Macb. Whofe's there? What ho!: Lady.. "Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd; ~ "And 'tis not done; th' attempt, and not the deed; "Confounds us Hark! I laid their daggers ready, "He could not mifs 'em.- -Had he not resembled "My father as he flept, I had done't Mach. I've done the deed noife? My husband! -didft thou not hear a Lady. I heard the owl fcream, and the crickets cry. Did not you fpeak?:. Mach. When? Lady. Now. Mach. As I defcended? Macb. Hark!who lies in th' fecond chamber?: Lady. Ay. Lady. Donald Bane. Macb.. This is a forry fight. [Looks on his bands. Lady. A foolish thought, to fay, a forry fight. Macb. "There's one did laugh in's fleep, and one cry'd, Murther! "They wak'd each other; and I ftood and heard them;; "But they did fay their prayers, and address them "Again to fleep. Lady.. Lady. There are two lodg'd together. Mach. "One cry'd, God bless us! and, Amen! the other; "As they had seen me with these hangman's hands. Liftening their fear, I could not say Amen, "When they did fay, God bless us. Lady. Confider it not fo deeply. Mach. But wherefore could not I pronounce Amen? I had most need of bleffing, and Amen Stuck in my throat. Lady. Thefe deeds must not be thought on After these ways; fo, it will make us mad. [more! Macb. " Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no "Macbeth doth murther Sleep; the innocent fleep; Sleep that knits up the ravell'd fleeve of care, "The birth of each day's life, fore labour's bath, Lady. What do you mean? Macb. "Still it cry'd, Sleep no more, to all the houfe "Glamis hath murther'd Sleep, and therefore Cawdor "Shall fleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more! Lady. Who was it that thus cry'd? why, worthy Thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brain-fickly of things; go, get fome water, And wath this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring thefe daggers from the place? They muft lie there. Go, carry them, and smear The fleepy 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." Infirm of purpose ! "Give me the daggers; the fleeping and the dead "Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood "That fears a painted devil. I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it muft feem their guilt. If he do bleed, [Exit. Knock within. Mach. Whence is that knocking! [Starting. "How "How is't with me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are here? hah! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather * Enter Lady Macbeth. Lady. "My hands are of your colour; but I fhame To wear a heart fo white; I hear a knocking [Knock "At the fouth entry. Retire we to our chamber; "A little water clears us of this deed. "How easy is it then? your conftancy Hath left you unattended-Hark, more knocking! "Get on your night-gown, left occafion call us, [Knock Macb. To know my deed, 'twere beft not know myself. Wake, Duncan, with this knocking: 'would thou couldft+? [Exeunt. SCENE [Knocking within.] Port. Here's a knocking indeed: if a man were porter of hell-gate, he fhould have old turning the key. [Knock.]] Knock, knock, knock. Who's there, i' th' name of Belzebub? here's a farmer that hang'd himfelf in the expectation of plenty: come in time, have napkins enough about you,here you'll fweat for't. [Knock.] Knock, knock. Who's there, i' th' other devil's name? 'Faith, here's an equivocator, that could fwear in both the fcales a gainst either scale, who committed treafon enough for God's 'fake, yet could not equivocate to heav'n: oh, come in, equivocator. Knock.] Knock, knock, knock. Who's there? Faith, here's an English tailor come hither for ftealing out of a French hofe : come in, tailor, here you may roast your goofe, [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 fome of all profeflions, that go the primrose way to th' everlasting bonfire. [Knock.] Anon, anon, I pray you, remember the porter. Enter SCENE IV. Enter Macduff, Lenox, and Porter. Macd. Is thy master stirring? Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes. Enter Macbeth. Macb. Good morrow, both Macd. Is the King ftirring, worthy Thane ? Macb. Not yet. Macd. He did command me to call timely on him; I've almost slipt the hour. Macb, I'll bring you to him. Macd. I know this is a joyful trouble to you: But yet 'tis one. Macb. The labour we delight in, phyfics* pain; This is the door. Macd. I'll make fo bold to call, for 'tis my limited † fervice. Len. Goes the King hence to-day? Macb. He did appoint fo. [Exit Macduff. Len. The night has been unruly. Where we lay, Enter Macduff and Lenox. Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, That you do lie fo late? Port. 'Faith, Sir, we were carousing till the fecond cock: And drink, Sir, is a great provoker of three things. Our Macd. What three things doth drink especially provoke ? Port. Marry, Sir, nose-painting, fleep, and urine. Lechery, Sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the defire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be faid to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; it fets him on, and it takes him off; it perfuades him, and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and not stand to; in conclufion, equivocates him into a fleep, and, giving him the lye, leaves him. Macd. I believe, drink gave thee the lye last night. Port. That it did, Sir, i' th' very throat o' me; but I requited him for his lye; and, I think, being too ftrong for him, though he took my legs fome time, yet I made a fhift to caft him. SCENE, . * i. e. heals, cures. limited, for appointed. Our chimnies were blown down: and, as they say, Lamentings heard i' th' air, strange screams of death, Aunts prophefying with accents terrible Of dire combuftion, and confus'd events, New hatch'd to th' woful time: The obfcure bird clamour'd the live-long night. Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel Enter Macduff Macd. O horror! horror! horror! Nor tongue, nor heart, cannot conceive, nor name thee Macb. and Len. What is the matter? Macd. Confufion now hath made his master-piece ; Moft facrilegious Murther hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence The life o' th' building. Macb. What is't you fay? the life? Len. Mean you his Majefty? Macd. Approach the chamber, and deftroy your fight With a new Gorgon. Do not bid me speak; See, and then fpeak yourfelves: awake! awake! [Exeunt Macbeth and Lenox. Ring the alarum bell-murther! and treaton! Banquo, and Donald Bane! Malcolm! awake! Shake off this downy fleep, death's counterfeit, And look on death itfelf-up, up, and fee The great doom's image- -Malcolm! Banquo! SCENE V. Bell rings. Enter Lady Macbeth. Lady. What's the bufinefs, That fuch an hideous trumpet calls to parley The fleepers of the house Macd. Gentle Lady, Speak. 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak, The repetition in a woman's ear ---O Banquo, Banquo! Enter |