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, Dun. Give me your hand: Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, [Exeunt. SCENE VII.-The same. A room in the castle. Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over the stage, a Sewer,2 and divers Servants with dishes and service. Then enter Macbeth. Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then It were done quickly: If the assassination (1) Subject to account. (2) An officer so called from his placing the dishes on the table. So clear in his great office, that his virtues Lady M. He has almost supp'd; Why have you 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? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time, Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour, As thou art in desire? Would'st thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem; Letting I dare not wait upon I would, Like the poor cat i'the adage? Macb Pr'ythee, peace: I dare do all that may become a man ; Lady M. What beast was it then, That made you break this enterprise to me? (1) Winds; sightless is invisible. When you durst do it, then you were a man; now 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, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn, as you Have done to this. Macb. If we should fail, We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep, (Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassel2 so convince, That memory, the warder4 of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only: When in swinish sleep Their drenched natures lie, as in a death, What cannot you and I perform upon The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt Of our great quell?5 Macb Bring forth men-children only! For thy undaunted mettle should compose Nothing but males. Will it not be received,6 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? Lady M. Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar (1) In the same sense as cobere. (2) Intemperance. (3) Overpower. (4) Sentinel. (5) Murder. (6) Apprehended. Upon his death? I am settled, and bend up ACT II. SCENE 1.-The same. Court within the castle. Enter Banquo and Fleance, and a servant, with a torch before them. Ban. How goes the night, boy? Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. Ban. And she goes down at twelve. Fle. I take't, 'tis later, sir. Ban. Hold, take my sword:-There's husbandry' in heaven, Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too. Enter Macbeth, and a servant with a torch. Who's there? Macb. A friend. Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed: He hath been in unusual pleasure, and Sent forth great largess2 to your offices :3 (1) Thrift. (2) Bounty. (3) The rooms appropriated to servants. Conclude. Macb. Being unprepar'd, Our will became the servant to defect; Ban. * All's well I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: To you they have show'd some truth. Macb. I think not of them; Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, Would spend it in some words upon that business, If you would grant the time. Ban. At your kind'st leisure. Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent,-when 'tis, It shall make honour for you. So I lose none, Ban. I shall be counsel'd. Macb. Ban. Thanks, sir; Macb. Go, bid thy ready, Good repose, the while! The like to you! [Ex. Ban. mistress, when my drink is She strike upon the bell. Get thee to-bed. [Ex. Ser. Is this a dagger, which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. As this which now I draw. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; Mine eyes are made the fools o'the other senses, And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts2 of blood, (1) Haft. (2) Drops |