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Away, and mock the time with fairest show :
False face must hide what the false heart doth know,

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Enter BANQUO, and Fleance, with a Torch before him.

*Ban. How 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, 'tis later, Sir.
Ban. “ Hold, take my sword : -There's husbandry

in heaven, “ Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too." A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep: *Merciful powers! Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature 9 Gives

way repose !"Give me my sword;"-
Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a Torch.
Who's there?
Mac. A friend.

Ban. What, Sir, not yet at rest? the king's a-bed?
He hath *been in unusual pleasure, and
Sent forth great largess to your officers :
This diamond he greets your wife withal,
By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up
In measureless content.

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Mac. Being unprepard,
Our will became the servant to defect;
Which else should free have wrought".

Ban. All's well.
I dreamt last night of the three weïrd sisters :
To you they have shew'd some truth.

Mac: I think not of them :
Yet, when we can intreat an hour to serve,
We would spend it in some words upon that business,
If you would grant the time.
Ban. At


kind'st leisure. Mac. *If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, It shall inake honour for you.

Ban. So I lose none,
In seeking to augment it, but still keep
My bosom franchis’d, and allegiance clear,
I shall be counsel'd.

Mac. Good repose, the while!
Ban. Thanks, Sir; the like to you! [Exit BANQUO.
Mac. Go, bid thy mistress, when

my She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. (Exit Ser. Is this 'a dagger, which I see before me,

40 The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me *clutch

thee :-
I have thee not; and yet I see thee still,
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling, as to sight? 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


drink is ready,

As this which now I draw.
Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.

Mine eyes are made the fools o’the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ;
* 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
Thus 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 Hecàte's offerings ; *and wither'd murder,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,

60 Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, *With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.-* Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, *which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where-about*, *And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.--" While I threat, he

lives : 66 Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.”

[A Bell rings. I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell

70 That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. [Exit.



Enter Lady Macbeth. 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 stern’st good-night. He is about it The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores : I have drugge


possets* That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live, or die.

Mac. [Within.]. Who's there?-what, lo! 8

Lady. 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 don't.-My husband


Enter MACBETH. Mac. I have done the deed :-Didst thou not hes

a noise ?
Lady. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets
Did not you speak ?

Mac. When ?
Lady. Now.
Mac. As I descended ?
Lady. Ay.




Mac. Hark!--Who lies i'the second chamber?
Lady. Donalbain.
Mac. This is a sorry sight. [Looking on his Hands.
Lady. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.
Mac. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one

cry'd, murder! That they did wake each other; I stood and heard

them : But they did say their prayers, and address'd them Again to sleep.

Lady. There are two lodg'd together.
Mac. One cry'd, God bless us! and, Amin, the

other; As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands, * Listening their fear. I could not say, amen, When they did say, God bless us.

Lady. Consider it not so deeply:

Mac. But wherefore could not I pronounce, amen? I had most need of blessing, and amen Stuck in


throat. Lady. These deeds must not be thought After these ways; so, it will make us mad.

Mac. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep;
Sleep, that knits up the ravell d * sleave of care,
*The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast* ;

Lady. What do you mean?
Mac. Still it cry'd, Slerp no more! to all the house :


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