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“ How is’t with me, when every noise appals me?
Enter Lady Vacbeth. Lady. “ My hands are of your colour ; but I shame • To wear a heart fo white; I hear a knocking [Knock. “ At the south entry. Retire we to our chamber; “ A little water clears us of this deed. “ How easy is it then? your constancy Hath left you unattended-Hark, more knocking !
[Knock. “ Get on your night-gown, left occafion call us, " And shew us to be watchers ; be not loft 66 So poorly in your thoughts.
Macb. To know my deed, 'twere beft not know myself. Wake, Duncan, with this knocking : 'would thou couldftt?
hand will rather Thy multitudinous fea incarnadine, Miking the green une red -
Enter Lidy, &c. †
'would thou couldn !
SCENE IV. 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. (Knocko] Knock, knock, knock. Who's there, i'th' name of Belzebub ? here's a farmer that hang'd himself in the expectation of plerty: come in time, have napkins enough about you, here you'll sweat for't. (Knock.) Knock, knock. Who's there, i' th other devil's name?
Faith, here's an equivocatur, that could swear in both the scales against either scale, who comniicted treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heav'nı : oh, come in, equivocator. (Knock.) Knock, knock, knock. Who's there? 'Faith, here's an English tailor come hither for stealing out of a French hose : come in, tailor, here you may roast your goose. [Knock.] Knock, knock. Never at quiet! what are you ? but this place is too cold for hell
. l'll devil-porter it no further : I had thought to have let in some of all professions, that go the primrose way to th' everlasting bonfire. (Knoiko] Anon, anon, I pray you, remember the porter.
Macd. He did command me to call timely on him ;
Macb, I'll bring you to him.
Macd. I know this is a joyful trouble to you : olt. But yet 'tis one.
Macb. The labour we delight in, phyfics * pain ; wat kos. This is the door. Macd. I'll make so bold to call, for 'tis
limited † service.
Exter Macduff and Lenox.
Port. 'Faith, Sir, we were carousmg till the second cock:
Port, Marry, Sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, Sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provukes the desire, but it takes a
the performance. Therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes hini, and it mars him; ic fets him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and dishearteris him; makes him itand to, and not stand tv; in conclusion, equivocates him into a fleep, and, giving him the lye, leaves him.
Mact. 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 my legs tone time, yet I made a Disc to.cait him.
Our chimnies were blown down : and, as they say,
Niacb. 'Twas a rough night.
Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel A fellow to it.
Macd. Confusion now hath made his master-piece ;
Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight With a new Gorgon. -Do not bid me fpeak; See, and then speak yourselves : awake! awake!
[ ir xeunt 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 itfeifThe great doom's image
Malcolm! Eanquo !
Macd. Gentle Lady,
-up, up, and see
Enter Banquo. Our royal master's murther’d.
Lady. Woe, alas! What, in our house ? Ban. Too cruel, any
Enter Macbell, Lenox, and Rolle.
Enter Malcolm and Donald Bane.
Macb. You are, and do not know't : The spring, the head, the fountain of
Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done't ;
Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
fo? Macb. Who can be wise, amaz’d, temp?rate and fuLoyal and neutral ț in a moment ? no man. Lrious, “ The expedition of my violent love " Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan; “ His filver skin lac'd with his golden blood, " And his gaih'd ftabs look'd like a breach in nature, * For ruin's wasteful entrance ; there the murtherers, " Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers Vol. VI.
« Vamanly serious, for valuable. neutral, for unconcerned, indifferent,
Is stopt ;
“ Unmanly reech'd with gore ; who could refrain,
Courage, to makc's love known?
Mal. Why do we hold our tongues,
Don. What should be spoken here,
Mal. Nor our strong sorrow on
[Lady Macbeth is carried out.
Niach. So do I.
Nacb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness,
All. Well contented. [Fxe. all but Nal. and Don.
Mal. What will you do? let's not consort with them :
Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune
Nial. This murtherous shaft that's shot,
SCENE † pretence, for aft