"They met me on the day of my success, And with new Titles did thy lord address. They call'd me Thane of Cawdor, and strange thing! Declar'd hereafter I should be a King. I then receiv'd a message, and I vow, The Thane of Cawdor is my title now. Consider this until we meet again; "Till when your loving husband I remain.” Cawdor thou art!-Glamis, thou wast before, 5 And by and by, my dear, thou shalt bé more... ›Ÿ But much I fear thou hast a chicken heart; But for that greatness wilt not soil thy hand. I'll teach thee this false conscience to subdue, A fellow-servant came here on the wing, Το Lady Macbeth. Receive them well, (Serv. ex. די Hoarse is that raven sure, That croaks the king's arrival at our door. Now all ye imps of hell, ye furies pray, Drive from my heart sweet gentleness away. Unsex me teach me fine insidious speeches, Make me a devil-let me wear the breeches. (12) Enter Macbeth. (They embrace). Great Glamis-Cawdor too-but I foresee, Macbeth. My love, this night his Majesty here spends. Lady Macbeth. When leave us pray? Lady Macbeth. When Duncan goes to bed, Sir, With wine 'till almost dead, Sir, Singing fal, lai, la. Macbeth. All being fast asleep, then, Both. Singing fal, lal, la. When we have murder'd Duncan, With razors which they've brought, These fellows stain'd and drunken, Th' assassins will be thought. With their fal, lal, la. End of Act I. Ex. -A ACT II. SCENE-The Hall. Enter Macbeth thoughtful—he suddenly stops and starts. Is this a razor which obstructs my sight, (Jumps up, catches at nothing, reels and falls.) I have thee not, and yet I see thee there— (Gets up and looks stedfastly.) Art thou not-dreadful something in disguise, As sensible to hands as to the eyes? Or but a thing of fancy-a meer hoax, (13) Proceeding from some mischief-making jokes? |