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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 aside so soon.
Lady. Was the hope drunk,
Macb. 'Pr'ythee, peace:
Lady. What beast was it then,
/Does unmake you. 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, I Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums, V And dash'd the brains out, had I but so sworn \ As you have done to this.
't Macb. If we should .fail?
Lady. We fail:—
Math. Bring forth men children only!
Lady. Who dares receive it other,
Macb. I am settled, and bend up
ACT THE SECOND.
Macbeth's Castle at Inverness.
Enter Banquo and Fleance, with aTorch.
Ban. How goes the night, boy? Fie. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.
Ban. And she goes down at twelve.
Fie. I take't, 'tis later, sir.
Ban. There's husbandry in Heaven,
Enter Seyton, with a Torch, and Macbeth.
Macb. A friend.
Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The King's a-
Macb. Being unprepar'd,
Ban. All's well.—
Macb. I think not of them:
Ban. At your kind'st leisure.
Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, It shall make honour for you.
Ban. So I lose none,
Macb. Good repose, the while?
[Exeunt Fleance and Banquo.
[Exit Seyton. Is this a dagger, which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch
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
As that 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 Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy
pace, Towards his design
Moves like a ghost.—Thou sure and firm set earth,
I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan: for it is a knell T hat summons thee to Heaven, or to hell. [Exit.
[Thunder and Lightning.
Enter Lade 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 drugg'd
their possets, That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live or die.
Macb. [Within. ] Who's there .'—what, ho!
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 done't.—My husband?
Macb. I have done the deed :—Didst thou not hear
Macb. Hark!—Who lies i' the second chamber?