I Proceeding from the heat-oppreffed brain ? fee thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw Thou marshal'ft me the way that I was going, Mine eyes are made the fools o' th' other fenfes, And on thy blade and dudgeon, gouts of blood, This to mine eyes Now o'er one half the world Whofe howl's his watch) thus with his stealthy pace, Which now fuits with it- Whilft I threat, he lives I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell [A bell rings. [Exit. III. Enter Lady Macbeth. Lady. That which hath made them drunk, hath made me bold: What hath quencht them, hath giv'n me fire. Hark! peace! It was the owl that fhriek'd, the fatal bell-man, (a) Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. 5 my where about: Which Which gives the ftern't good-night-he is about it — Do mock their charge with fnores. I've drugg'd their poffets, Enter Macbeth. Mach. Who's there? what ho!- Lady. Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd, And 'tis not done; th' attempt, and not the deed Confounds us hark! I laid their daggers ready, He could not mifs 'em. Had he not resembled My father as he flept, I had done't- My husband! Mach. I've done the deed-didft not thou hear a noise? Lady. I heard the owl fcream and the crickets cry. Did not you speak? Lady. A foolish thought, to say a forry fight. Mach. There's one did laugh in's fleep, and one cry'd, They wak'd each other; and I ftood and heard them; Lady. There are two lodg'd together. Macb. One cry'd, God bless us! and Amen the other, As they had feen me with these hangman's hands. Lift'ning their fear, I could not fay Amen, When they did fay, God bless us! Lady. Confider it not fo deeply. Mach. But wherefore could not I pronounce Amen? I had I had moft need of bleffing, and Amen Lady. Thefe deeds must not be 'thought on` Mach. Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more! Macbeth doth murther fleep; the innocent fleep, The death of each day's life, fore labour's bath, Balm of burt minds, great nature's fecond course, Chief nourisher in life's feaft. Lady. What do you mean? Macb. Still it cry'd, Sleep no more, to all the house; Glamis bath murther'd fleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall fleep no more; Macbeth fhall fleep no more! Lady. Who was it that thus cry'd? why, worthy Than, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brain-fickly of things; go, get fome water, And wash this filthy witnefs from your hand. Why did you bring thefe daggers from the place? They must lye there. Go, carry them, and smear The fleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more; I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on't again I dare not. Lady. Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers; the fleeping and the dead I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. Knock within. Mach. Whence is that knocking? [Exit. [Starting. How is't with me, when every noise appalls me? What hands are here? hah! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wath this blood Clean Clean from my hand? no, this my hand will rather a Enter Lady Macbeth. [Knock. Lady. My hands are of your colour; but I fhame How eafie is it then? your conftancy Hath left you unattended-hark, more knocking! [Knock. So poorly in your thoughts. [felf. Mach. 7'T'unknow my deed, 'twere beft not know my Wake Duncan with this knocking: would thou couldst! [Exeunt. b SCENE [Exeunt. [Knocking within. Port. Here's a knocking indeed: if a man were porter of hellgate he fhould have old turning the key. [Knock.] Knock, knock, knock. Who's there, i' th' name of Belzebub? here's a farmer, that hang'd himself in th' expectation of plenty: come in time, have napkins enough about you, here you'll fweat for't. [Knock.] Knock, knock. Who's there in th' other devil's name? 'faith, here's an equivocator, that could fwear in both the fcales against either scale, who committed treafon enough for God's fake, yet could not equivocate to heav'n: oh come in, equivocator. [Knock.] Knock, knock, knock. Who's there? 'faith, here's an English tailor come hither for stealing out of a French hofe: come in, tailor, here you may roaft your goose. [Knock.] Knock, knock. Never at quiet! what are you? but this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further: I had thought to have let in fome of all profeffions, that go the primrose way to th everlasting bonfire. [Knock.] Anon, anon, I pray you remember the porter. Enter SCENE IV. Enter Macduff, Lenox and Porter. Macd. Is thy master stirring? Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes. Len. Good morrow, noble Sir. Enter Macbeth. Macb. Good morrow both. Macd. Is the King ftirring, worthy Thane? Mach. Not yet. Macd. He did command me to call timely on him; I've almost flipt the hour. Mach. I'll bring you to him. Macd. I know this is a joyful trouble to you: But yet 'tis one. Macb. The labour we delight in a phyficks pain; This is the door. Macd. I'll make fo bold to call, For 'tis my limited fervice. Len. Goes the King hence to-day? Mach. He did appoint fo. Enter Macduff, and Lenox. [Exit Macduff. Macd. Was it fo late, friend, ere you went to bed, That you do lye fo late? Port. 'Faith, Sir, we were carousing 'till the fecond cock: And drink, Sir, is a great provoker of three things. Macd. What three things doth drink especially provoke? Len Port. Marry, Sir, nofe-painting, fleep, and urine. Letchery, Sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the defire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be faid to be an equivocator with letchery; it makes him, and it mars him; it fets him on, and it takes him off; it perfwades him, and disheartens him; makes him ftand to; and not ftand to; in conclufion, equivocates him into a fleep, and giving him the lie, leaves him. Macd. I believe drink gave thee the lie last night. Port. That it did, Sir, i' th' very throat on me; but I requited him for his lie, and I think, being too strong for him, though he took up my legs fometime, yet I made a fhift to caft him. SCENE, &c. (a) Heals or cures pain. |