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King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor ?
We courst him at the Heels, and had a purpose
To be his Purveyor : But he rides well,
And his great Love, sharp as his Spur, hath holp him
To his home before us : Fair and noble Hostels,
We are your Guest to Night.
Lady. 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.
King. Give me your Hand ;
Conduct me to mine Hoft, we love him highly,
And shall continue our Graces towards him.
By your leave, Hostess.
SCENE VII. An Apartment. Hantboys, Torches, Enter divers Servants with Dishes and
Service over the Stage. Then Macbeth.
Macb. If it were done, when 'ris done, then 'were well
It were done quickly ; if the Aflaffination.
Could trammel up the Consequence, and catch
With his surceale, Success ; that but this blow
Might be the all, and be the end ofgall. Here,
But here, upon this Bank and School of time
We’ld jump the Life to come.
But in these Cases,
We still have Judgment here, that we but teach
Bloody Instručtions, which being taught, return
To plague th'ingredience of our poison'd Chalice
To our own Lips. He's here in double trust:
First, as I am his Kinsman, and his Subje&,
Strong both against the Deed ; then, as his Hoft,
Who should against his Murtherer shut the Door,
Not bear the Knife my self. Besides, this Dunca",
Hath born his Faculty so meek, hath been
So clear in his great Office, that his Virtues
Will plead like Angels, Trumpet tongu'd against
The deep Damnation of his taking off :
And Pity, like a naked New-born Babe,
Striding the Blast, or Heav'ns Cherubin, hors'd
Upon the fightless Curriers of the Air,
Siall blow the horrid deed in every Eye,
That Tears shall drown the Wind. I have no Spur
To prick the sides of my Intent, but only
Vaulting Ambition, which o’er-leaps it self.
And falls on th'other
How row? What News?
Lady. He has almost sup’d; why have you left the Chambers
Macb. Hath he ask'd for me?
Lady. 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 Gloss,
Not cast afide fo foon.
Lady. Was the hope drunk,
self? Hath it slept since ?
And wakes it now to look fo green and pale,
At what it did so freely? From this time,
Such I account thy love, Art thou afraid
To be the same in thine own A&, and Valour,
As thou art in delire? wouldit thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the Ornament of Life,
And live a Coward in thine own Efteem?
Letting I dare not, wait upon I would,
Like the poor Cat i'th' Adage.
Macb. Prethee, Peace:
I dare do all that may become a Man;
Who dares do more is none.
Lady. What Beast was't then,
That made you break this enterprize to me?
When you durst do it, then you were a Man;
Ad to be more than what you were, you would
Be so much more the Man. Nor time, nor place
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both :
They have made themselves, and that their fitness now
yoli. I have given Suck, and know
How tender 'tis to love the Babe that milks me. --
I would, while it was smiling in my Face,
Have pluckt my Nipple from his boneless Gums,
And dashe the Brains out, had I but so sworn
As you have done to this.
Marb. If we should fail?
Lady. 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 Waffel, so convince,
That Memory, the warder of the Brain,
Shall be a Fume, and the receipt of Reason
A Limbeck only ; when in swinish fleep,
Their drenched Natures lye as in a Death,
What cannot you and I perform upon
Th’unguarded Duncan? What, not put upon
His fpungy Officers, who shall bear che Guilc
Of our great Quell?
Macb. Bring forth Men-Children only :
For thy undaunted Metal should compose
Nothing but Males. Will it not be receiv’d, .
When we have mark'd with Blood those sleepy two
Of his own Chamber, and us'd their very Daggers,
That they have don't ?
Lady. Who dares receive it other,
As we shall make our Griefs and Clamour roar,
Upon his Death?
Macb. I am secled, and bend up
Each corporal Agent to this terrible Feat,
Away, and mock the time with fairest show,
False Face must hide what the false Heart doth know,
A CT II. S CE N E I.
SCEN E a Hall.
Enter Banquo, and Fleance, with a Torch before him.
row goes the Night, Boy?
Fle. The Moon is down: I have not heard the Clock
Ban. And she goes down at Twelve.
Fle. I take't 'ris later, Sir.
Ban. Hold, take my Sword ; there's Husbandry in Heav'n,
Their Candles are all out, Take thee that too.
A heavy Summons lyes like Lead upon me,
yet I would not sleep : Merciful Powers Restrain in me the cursed Thoughts, that Nature Gives way to in repose.
Enter Macbeth, and a Servant with a Torch. Give me my Sword : Who's there?
Macb. A Friend.
Ban. What, Sir, not yet at rest? The King's a-bed,
He hath been in unusual Pleasure,
And sent forth a great Largess to your Officers,
This Diamond he greets your Wife withal,
By the Name of most kind Hostess,
And shut it up in measureless Content.
Macb. Being unprepar'd,
Our Will became the Servant to defe&,
Which else should free have wrought.
Ban. All's well,
I dreamt last Night of the three weyward Sifters;
To you they have thew'd fome Truth.
Macb. I think not of them ;
Yet when we can intreat an Hour to serve
We would spend some Words upon that Business,
If you would grant the time.
Ban. At your
Macb. If you shall cleave to my Consent, when 'tis,
It shall make Honour for you.
Ban. So I lose none,
Io seeking to augment it, but ftill keep
My Bosom Franchis’d, and Allegiance clear,
I shall be counsellid.
Macb. Good Repose the while.
Ban. Thanks, Sir ; the like to you. [Exit Banquo.
Macb. Go, bid thy Mistress, when my Drink is ready,
She strike upon the Bell. Get thee to bed. (Exit Servant.
Is this a Dagger which I see before me,
The Handle toward my Hand ? Come let me clutch thee-
I have theç not, and yet I see the still,
Art thou noi, fatal Vision, sensible
To feeling, as to fight? Or art thou but
A Dagger of the Mind, a false Creation, ,
Proceeding from the Heat-oppressed Brain?
I see thee yet, in form, as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshal's me the way that I was going,
And such an Instrument I was to use.
Mine Eyes are made the Fools o'th' o:her Senfes,
Or else worth all the rest I see thee fill,
And on thy Blade, and Dudgeon, Gouts of Blood,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing.....
It is the bloody Business, which informs
This to mine Eyes. Now o'er the one half world
Nature seems dead, and wicked Dreams abuse
The Curtain'd sleep; now Witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's Offerings, and wither'd Murther,
AJarum'd by his Sentinel, the Wolf,
Whose howl's his Watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
With 7 arquin's ravishing sides, towards his Design
Moves like a Ghost. Thou sour and firm-let Earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very Stones my where about,
And take the present Horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whilst I threat, he lives;
Words to the heat of Deeds too cold breath gives.
[A Bill rings.
I go, and it is done; the Bell invites me,
Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a Knell,
That summons thee to Heav'n, or to Hell.
[Exit, Enter Lady,
Lady. That which hath made them drunk, hath made me
What hath quenche them, hath given me Fire. Hark! Peace!
It was the Owl that thriek’d, the fatal Bell-Man,
Which gives the stern'It good Night-.-- he is about it-----
The Doors are open; and the surfeited Grooms
Do mock their Charge with Snores, I have druggʻd their