Which was not fo before.-There's no fuch thing.- Thus to mine eyes.-Now o'er one half the world Whofe howl's his watch) thus with his ftealthy pace, That fummons thee to heav'n or to hell. [Exit. Lady. TH HAT which hath made them drunk, hath made me bold: [peace! What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire. Hark! 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 That death and nature do contend about them, Enter Macbeth. Macb. Who's there?- -what ho! Lady. Alack! I am afraid, they have awak'd; And 'tis not done; th' attempt and not the deed, Confounds Confounds us-hark-! I laid their daggers ready, Lady. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry. Did not you speak? Macb. Hark! Lady. Donalbain. -who lies i'th' second chamber? Macb. This is a forry fight. [Looks on his hands. Lady. A foolish thought, to fay, a forry fight. Macb. There's one did laugh in's fleep, and one cry'd, Murder! They wak'd each other; and I ftood and heard them; But they did fay their prayers, and addrefs them Again to fleep. Lady. There are too lodg'd together. Macb. One cry'd, God bless us! and, Amen! the other; As they had feen me with thefe hangman's hands. Stuck in my throat. Lady. Thefe deeds muft not be thought, After these ways; fo, it will make us mad. [more! Macb. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep no Macbeth doth murder Sleep; the innocent fleep; Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care, The birth of each day's life, fore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's fecond Course, Chief nourisher in life's feast. Lady. What do you mean? Mach. Still it cry'd, fleep no more, to all the house; Glamis hath murder'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 ftrength, to think Macb. I'll go no more; I am afraid to think what I have done; Lady. Infirm of purpofe! Give me the daggers; the fleeping and the dead Knocks within. Macb. Whence is that knocking! [Exit. [Starting How is it with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? hah! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wafh this blood Making the green one red Enter Lady. Lady. My hands are of your colour; but I fhame To wear a heart fo white; I hear a knocking [Knock. How At the fouth entry. Retire we to our chamber; 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! SCENE IV. Enter a Porter. [Exeunt. [Knocking Port. man were porter of hell-gate, he within.] 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 himself on 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 againft either fcale, 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 taylor come hither for ftealing out of a French hofe: come in, taylor, here you may roaft 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 profeffions, that go the primrose way here's an equivocator who committed treafon enough for God's fake,] Meaning a Jesuit; an Order so troublesome to the State in Queen Elizabeth and King James the Firft's Times. The Inventors of the execrable Doârine of Equivocation. to th'everlasting bonfire. [Knock] Anon, anon, I pray you, remember the porter. Enter Macduff, and Lenox. Macd. Was it fo late, friend, ere you went to bed, That you do lie fo late? Port. Faith, Sir, we were caroufing 'till the second cock : And Drink, Sir, is a great provoker of three things. Macd. What three things doth Drink especially provoke ? Port. Marry, Sir, nofe-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 ftand to, and not ftand to; in conclufion, equivocates him into a fleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him. Macd. I believe, Drink gave thee the lie last night. Port. That it did, Sir, i'th' very throat o' me; but I requited him for his lie; and, I think, being too ftrong for him, though he took my legs fome time, I made a fhift to caft him. yet Macd. Is thy mafter 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 flipt the hour. Macb. I'll bring you to him. Macd. I know, this is a joyful trouble to you: But yet, 'tis one. Macb. |