That no compunctious visitings of nature You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, Enter Macbeth. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! This ignorant present‡, and I feel now Macb. Duncan comes here to-night. Lady M. My dearest love, And when goes hence? O, never Macb. To-morrow, as he purposes. Shall sun that morrow see! Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters :-To beguile the time, flower, But be the serpent under it. He that's coming Wrap as in a mantle. Only look up clear; + Knife anciently meant a sword or dagger. i.e. Beyond the present time, which is according to the process of nature, ignorant of the future. To alter favour* ever is to fear: Leave all the rest to me. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. The same. Before the castle. Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Lenox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus, and attendants. Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. Ban. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath, Smells wooingly here; no jutty, frieze, buttress, Nor coigne of vantage†, but this bird hath made His pendant bed, and procreant cradle: Where they Most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, the air Is delicate. Dun. Enter Lady Macbeth. See, see! our honour'd hostess! The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you, How you shall bid God‡ yield us for your pains, And thank us for your trouble. Lady M. - All our service In every point twice done, and then done double, Were poor and single business, to contend Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor? We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose To be his purveyor: but he rides well; And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess, We are your guest to-night. Lady M. Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt*, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, Still to return your own. Give me your hand: Dun. SCENE VII. The same. A room in the castle. [Exeunt. Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over the stage, a Sewert, and divers Servants with dishes and service. Then enter Macbeth. Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination *Subject to accompt. † An officer so called from his placing the dishes on the table. [ACT I. Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off: And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers* of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.-I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself, And falls on the other.-How now, what news? Enter Lady Macbeth. Lady M. He has almost supp'd; Why have you left the chamber? Mach. Hath he ask'd for me? Lady M. 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 M. Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since ? Macb. Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; * Winds; sightless is invisible. Who dares do more, is none. now Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, Macb. If we should fail, We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, Macb. Bring forth men-children only! For thy undaunted mettle should compose Nothing but males. Will it not be received ¶, When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two Of his own chamber, and us'd their very daggers, That they have done't. * In the same sense as cohere. Overpower. || Murder. + Intemperance. § Sentinel. |