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too strong for him, though he took up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him.
Macd. Is thy master stirring ? Our knocking has awak'd him ; here he comes. 200
Len. Good-morrow, noble sir!
Mac. Good-morrow, both!
Macd. He did command me to call timely on him; I have almost slipt the hour.
Mac. I'll bring you to him.
Macd. I know this is a joyful trouble to you; But yet, 'tis one.
Mac. The labour we delight in, physicks pain, 210 This is the door,
Macd. I'll make so bold to call,
Len. Goes the king hence to-day?
Len. The night has been unruly: where we lay,
Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel A fellow to it.
Macd. O horror! horror! horror! tongue, nor heart, Cannot conceive, nor name thee!
Mac, and Len. What's the matter !
Macd. Confusion now hath made his master-piece !
Mac. What is't you say? the life?
Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
[Excunt MACBETH and Lenox. Ring the alarum bell:-Murderl and treason! Banquo, and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake!
240 Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, And look on death itself!-up, up, and see The great doom's image! Malcolm! Banquo ! As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprights, To countenance this horror!
-Ring the bell.
Bell rings. Enter Lady MACBETH.
'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak :
Enter BANQUO. Our royal master's murder'd !
Lady. Woe, alas!
Ban. Too cruel, any where.
it is not so.
Re-enter MACBETH, and LENOX. Mac. Had I but dy'd an hour before this chance, I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality :
261 All is but toys: renown, and grace, is dead : The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Enter MALCOLM, and DONALBAIN.
Macd. Your royal father's murder'd.
Upon their pillows; they star'd, and were distracted; No man's life was to be trusted with them.
Mac. O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
Macd. Wherefore did you so ?
on.-Here lay Duncan,
290 Macd. Look to the lady.
Mal. Why do we hold our tongues,
Don. What should be spoken here,
Mal. Nor our strong sorrow
300 And when we have our naked frailties hid, That suffer in exposure, let us meet,
And question this most bloody piece of work,
Mac. And so do I.
310 And meet i’ the hall together. All. Well contented.
[Exeunt, Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort with them: To shew an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy : I'll to England.
Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune Shall keep us both the safer: where we are, There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, The nearer bloody,
Mal. This murderous shaft that's shot, 320 Hath not yet lighted; and our safest way Is, to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse; And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, But shift away: there's warrant in that theft Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left.
Enter Rosse, with an old Man. Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember well : Within the volume of which time, I have seen