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Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,

She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.

[Exit Servant.
Is this a dagger which I see before me? [thee:
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 offering; and wither'd murder,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,

Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a ghost.-Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my where-about,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it.-While I threat, he lives:
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
LA bell rings.

I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.

SCENE II.-The same.

Enter Lady MACBETH.

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I had most need of blessing, and amen
Stuck in my throat.

Lady M.

These deeds must not be thought
After these ways; so, it will make us mad.
Macb. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep no

Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep;
Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of cure,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.
Lady M.
What do you mean?
Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more! to all the

Glamis hath murder'd sleep; and therefore Cawdor
Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!
Lady M. Who was it that thus cried? Why,

worthy thane,

You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things:-Go, get some water, [Exit. And wash this filthy witness from your hand.—

Why did you bring these daggers from their place?
They must lie there: Go, carry them; and smear
The sleepy grooms with blood.
I'll go no more:

Lady M. That which hath made them drunk hath I am afraid to think what I have done;
made me bold:

What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire :-

It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,
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 M. 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? Enter МАСВЕТН.

Macb. I have done the deed:-Didst thou not hear a noise ?

Look on't again, I dare not.
Lady M.

Infirm of purpose!
Give me the daggers: The sleeping, and the dead,
Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood,
That fears à painted devil. If he do bleed,
I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,
For it must seem their guilt.

[Erit. Knocking within.
Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?
What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will ra-


The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green-one red.

Re-enter Lady MACBETH.
Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but I


To wear a heart so white. [Knock.] I hear a knocking

At the south entry :-retire we to our chamber:
A little water clears us of this deed:
How easy is it then? Your constancy
Hath left you unattended.-[Knocking.] Hark, more

Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us,
And show us to be watchers :-Be not lost
So poorly in your thoughts.

Macb. To know my deed,-'twere best not know myself.

Knock. Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Aye, 'would thou could'st! [Ereunt.

SCENE III. The same.

Enter a Porter. [Knocking within ̧ Porter. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock: Who's there, i'the name of Belzebub ? Here's a farmer, that hang'd himself on the expectation of plenty : Come in time; have napkins enough about you; here you'll sweat for't. [Knocking.] Knock, knock: Who's there, i'the other devil's name ? 'Faith, here's an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale; who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven; O, come in, equivocator. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock: Who's there? 'Faith, here's an English tailor come hither, for stealing out of a French hose: Come in, tailor; here you may roast your goose. [Knocking.] 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 some of all professions, that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. [Knocking.] Anon, anon; I pray you, remember the porter. Opens the gate.


Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, That you did lie so late?

Port. 'Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.

Macd. What three things does drink especially provoke?

Port. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes: it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance: Therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and not stand to: in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.

Macd. I believe, drink gave thee the lie last night. Port. That it did, sir, i'the very throat o'me: But I requited him for his lie? and, I think, being 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.

Len. Good-morrow, noble sir!
Good-morrow, both!
Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy Thane ?

Not yet. Macd. He did command me to call timely on him; I have almost slipp'd the hour.


I'll bring you to him. Macd. I know, this is a joyful trouble to you; But yet, 'tis one.


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Cannot conceive, nor name thee!
Macb. Len.
What's the matter?
Macd. Confusion now hath made his master-

Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
The life o' the building.

What is't you say? the life?
Len. Mean you his majesty?
Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your
With a new Gorgon:-Do not bid me speak;
See, and then speak yourselves.-Awake! awake!—
Ring the alarum-bell:-Murder! and treason!
Banquo, and Donalbain! Malcolm; awake!
Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,
And look on death itself!-up, up, and sce
The great doom's image- -Malcolm! Banquo!

Enter Lady MACBETH.

As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprights,
To countenance this horror!
[Bell rings.
Lady M.
What's the business,
That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
The sleepers of the house? speak, speak,-

O, gentle lady,

'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak :
The repetition, in a woman's ear,
Would murder as it fell.—O Banquo! Banquo!
Enter BANQUo.
Our royal master's murder'd;
Lady M.
What, in our house?


Woe, alas!

Too cruel, any where.-
Dear Duff, I pr'ythee, contradict thyself,
And say, it is not so.

Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX.
Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance,
I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant,
There's nothing serious in mortality:

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.

Don. What is amiss?

You are, and do not know it:
The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd.
Macd. Your royal father's murder'd.

O, by whom?

2 S

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Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness, And meet i'the hall together.


Well contented. [Exeunt all but MAL. and DoN. Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort with them :

To show 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.

This murderous shaft that's shot,
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.

SCENE IV.-Without the Castle. Enter ROSSE and an old Man.


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Macd. Carried to Colmes-kill;

The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,

And guardian of their bones."


Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife. Rosse.

Will you to Scone?

Well, I will thither.

Macd. Well, may you see things well done there: -adieu!

Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!

Rosse. Father, farewell.

Old M. God's benison go with you; and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes! [Exeunt.


SCENE I.-Fores. A Room in the Palace.


Ban. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,

As the weird women promis'd; and, I fear,
Thou play'dst most foully for't: yet it was said,
It should not stand in thy posterity;

But that myself should be the root, and father
Of many kings. If there come truth from them,
(As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine,)
Why, by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my oracles as well,

And set me up in hope! But, hush; no more.
Senet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as King; Lady
MACBETH, as Queen; LENOX, Rosse, Lords,
Ladies, and Attendants.

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Macb. I wish your horses swift, and sure of foot; And so I do commend you to their backs. Farewell.Let every man be master of his time Till seven at night; to make society The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you. Exeunt Lady MACBETH, Lords, Ladies, &c. Sirrah, a word: Attend those men our pleasure? Attend. They are, my lord, without the palace gate.

Mach. Bring them before us.- -[Exit Atten.] To be thus, is nothing;


But to be safely thus:-Our fears in Banquo
Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature
Reigns that, which would be fear'd: 'Tis much he
And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,
He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour
To act in safety. There is none, but he
Whose being I do fear: and, under him,
My genius is rebuk'd; as, it is said,

Mark Antony's was by Cæsar. He chid the sisters,
When first they put the name of king upon me,
And bade them speak to him; then, prophet-like,
They hail'd him father to a line of kings:
Upon my head they plac'd a fruitless crown,
And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding. If it be so,
For Banquo's issue have I fil'd my mind;
For them the gracious Duncan have I murdered;
Put rancours in the vessel of my peace
Only for them; and mine eternal jewel
Given to the common enemy of man,

To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings!
Rather than so, come, fate, into the list, [there?-
And champion me to the utterance!-


Re-enter Attendant, with two Murdereis. Now to the door, and stay there till we call.

[Exit Attendant.

Was it not yesterday we spoke together? 1 Mur. It was, so please your highness. Macb.

Well then, now

Have you consider'd of my speeches? Know,
That it was he, in the times past, which held you
So under fortune; which, you thought, had been
Our innocent self: this I made good to you
In our last conference; pass'd in probation with you,
How you were borne in hand; how cross'd; the
Who wrought with them; and all things else, that
To half a soul, and a notion craz'd,
Say, thus did Banquo.
1 Mur.

You made it known to us.
Mach. I did so; and went further, which is now
Our point of second meeting. Do you find
Your patience so predominant in your nature,
That you can let this go? Are you so gospell'd,
To pray for this good man, and for his issue,
Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave,
And beggar'd yours for ever?

1 Mur.
We are men, my liege.
Macb. Aye, in the catalogue ye go for men ;
As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels,


Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are cleped
All by the name of dogs: the valued file
Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
The house-keeper, the hunter, every one
According to the gift which bounteous nature
Hath in him clos'd; whereby he does receive
Particular addition, from the bill
That writes them all alike: and so of men,
Now, if you have a station in the file,
And not in the worst rank of manhood, say it;
And I will put that business in your bosoms,
Whose execution takes your enemy off;
Grapples you to the heart and love of us,
Who wear our health but sickly in his life,
Which in his death were perfect.
2 Mur.
I am one, my liege,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have so incens'd, that I am reckless what
I do, to spite the world.
1 Mur.

And I another,
So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,
That I would set my life on any chance,
To mend it, or be rid on't.

Know, Banquo was your enemy.

2 Mur.

Both of you

True, my lord.

Macb. So is he mine; and in such bloody dis

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Lady M.

Madam, I will.


Nought's had, all's spent,
Where our desire is got without content:
"Tis safer to be that which we destroy,
Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy.
Enter MACBeth,

How now, my lord? why do you keep alone,
Of sorriest fancies your companions making?
Using those thoughts, which should indeed have died
With them they think on? Things without remedy,
Should be without regard: what's done, is done.

Macb. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it;
She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice
Remains in danger of her former tooth.
But let

The frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer,
Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep
In the affliction of these terrible dream:,
That shake us nightly: Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie

In restless ecstacy. Duncan is in his grave;
After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well;

Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,
Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
Can touch him further!

Lady M. Come on;

Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Be bright and jovial 'mong your guests to-night.
Macb. So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you:
Let your remembrance apply to Banquo;

Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue :
Unsafe the while, that we

Must lave our honours in these flattering streams; And make our faces vizards to our hearts, Disguising what they are.

Lady M.

You must leave this. Macb. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou know'st, that Banquo and his Fleance live.

Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not cterne. Macb. There's comfort yet; they are assailable; Then be thou jocund: Ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight; ere, to black Hecate's sum


The shard-borne beetle, with his drowsy hums,
Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done
A deed of dreadful note.
Lady M.

What's to be done?

Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,

Till thou applaud the deed. Come seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day;

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And, with thy bloody and invisible hand,
Cancel, and tear to pieces, that great bond
Which keeps me pale!-Light thickens; and the
Makes wing to the rooky wood:

Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;
While night's black agents to their prey do rouse.
Thou marvell'st at my words: but hold thee still;
Things, bad begun, make strong themselves by ill:
So, pr'ythee, go with me.

SCENE III.-The same. A Park or Lawn, with a
Gate leading to the Palace,

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To the direction just.

1 Mur.

Then stand with us.

The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day:
Now spurs the lated traveller apace,

To gain the timely inn; and near approaches
The subject of our watch.

3 Mur.

Hark! I hear horses.

Ban. [Within.] Give us a light there, ho! 2 Mur.

Then it is he; the rest

That are within the note of expectation, Already are i' the court.

1 Mur.

His horses go about.

So all men do, from hence to the palace gate
3 Mur. Almost a mile; but he does usually,
Make it their walk.

Enter BANQUO and FLEANCE, a Servant with a torch
preceding them.
A light, a light!

2 Mur.

3 Mur.

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'Tis he.

Let it come down. [Assaults BANQuo. Ban. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance; fly, fly, fly, Thou may'st revenge.-O slave!

Dies. FLEANCE and Servant escape.

3 Mur. Who did strike out the light?

1 Mur.

Was't not the way?

3 Mur There's but one down; the son is fled. 2 Mur. We have lost best half of our affair.

1 Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is done. [Exeunt. SCENE IV-A Room of State in the Palace. A Banquet prepared.

Enter MACBETH, Lady MACBETH, ROSSE, LENOX, Lords, and Attendants.

Macb. You know your own degrees, sit down: at first

And last, the hearty welcome.

Thanks to your majesty.
Macb. Ourself will mingle with society,
And play the humble host.

Our hostess keeps her state; but, in best time,
We will require her welcome.
Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our
For my heart speaks, they are welcome.
Enter first Murderer, to the door.
Macb. See, they encounter thee with their hearts'
Both sides are even.

Here I'll sit i'the midst :

Be large in mirth; anon, we'll drink a measure The table round.-There's blood upon thy face. Mur Tis Banquo's then.

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