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3 Witch. And I another.

1 Witch. I myself have all the other;

And the very ports they blow,
All the quarters that they know
I' the shipman's card.

I will drain him dry as hay:
Sleep shall, neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid:
He shall live a man forbid:9
Weary seven-nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd.
Look what I have.

2 Witch. Show me, show me.

1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd, as homeward he did come.

3 Witch. A drum, a drum; Macbeth doth come.

All. The weird sisters,' hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about;
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again, to make up nine:
Peace!-the charm's wound up.

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Enter ROSSE and ANGUS.

Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth,
The news of thy success: and when he reads
Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
His wonders and his praises do contend,
Which should be thine, or his: Silenced with that,
In viewing o'er the rest o'the self-same day,
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
Nothing afeard of what thy self didst make,
Strange images of death. As thick as tale,
Came post with post; and every one did bear
[Drum within. Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence
And pour'd them down before him.

Ban. Good sir, why do you start and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair?-I'the name of truth,
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner
You greet with present grace, and great prediction
Of noble having, and of royal hope,
That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not:
If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say, which grain will grow, and which will not;

Avaunt, begone.

Prophetic sisters.

7 A scurvy woman fed on offals.

• Accursed.

2 Supernatural, spiritual.

4 Abstracted.

Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear,
Your favors, nor your hate.

1 Witch. Hail!

2 Witch. Hail!

3 Witch. Hail!

1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier.

3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be


So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo!

1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail!

Mach. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis;
But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives,
A prosperous gentleman; and, to be king,
Stands not within the prospect of belief,
No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence
You owe this strange intelligence? or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
With such prophetic greeting-Speak, I charge
[Witches vanish
Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them:-Whither are they vanish'd?
Macb. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal,

As breath into the wind.-'Would they have staid! Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak about?

Or have we eaten of the insane root,
That takes the reason prisoner?

Macb. Your children shall be kings.
You shall be king,
Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so
Ban. To the self-same tune and words. Who's

We are sent,
To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;
To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee.

Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honor,
He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:
In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!
For it is thine.

What, can the devil speak true?
Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives: Why do you
dress me
In borrow'd robes?


Who was the thane, lives yet;
But under heavy judgment bears that life
Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was
Combined with Norway; or did line the rebel
With hidden help and vantage; or that with both
He labor'd in his country's wreck, I know not;
But treasons capital, confess'd and prov'd,
Have overthrown him.

Glamis, and thane of Cawdor:
The greatest is behind.--Thanks for your pains,—
Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me,
Promis'd no less to them?


That, trusted home,
Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange:
And oftentimes to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths:
Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.-
Cousins, a word I pray you.



Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme.-I thank you gentlemen -
This supernatural soliciting
Cannot be ill; cannot be good:-If ill,
Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor:
If good, why do I yield to that suggest in
5 As fast as they could be counted Jacitement.

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Come what come may;
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
Mach. Give me your favor:9-my dull brain was

With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
Are register'd where every day I turn

The leaf to read them.--Let us toward the
Think upon what hath chanced: and, at more time,
The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak
Our free hearts each to other.

Enter Lady MACBETH, reading a letter.

Lady M. They met me in the day of success; and more in them than mortal knowledge. When I I have learned by the perfectest report, they have king.-made themselves-air, into which they vanished. burned in desire to question them further, they Whiles I stoot rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all hailed me, Thane of Cawdor; by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with, Hail, king that shalt be! This have 1 thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness; that thou mightest not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell. Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promis'd:-Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way: Thou wouldst be great; Art not without ambition; but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly,

The hearing of my wife with your approach;
So, humbly take my leave.

My worthy Cawdor! Macb. The prince of Cumberland!-That is a [Aside.

On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap,
For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires!
Let not light see my black and deep desires:
The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be,
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. [Exit.
Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant,
And in his commendations I am fed ;
It is a banquet to me. Let us after him,
Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:
It is a peerless kinsman. [Flourish. Eceun:.

SCENE V.-Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's


Very gladly. Mucb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends.

[Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Forres. A Room in the Palace.

LENOX, and Attendants.

Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
Those in cominission yet return'd?


My liege,

They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
With one that saw him die: who did report,
That very frankly he confess'd his treasons;
Implord your highness' pardon; and set forth
A deep repentance: nothing in his life
Became him, like the leaving it; he died
As one that had been studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,1
As 'twere a careless trifle.

There's no art,
To find the mind's construction in the face:
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust.-O worthiest cousin!

The sin of my ingratitude even now
Was heavy on me; Thou art so far before,
That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserv'd.
That the proportion both of thanks and payment
Might have been mine! only I have left to say,
More is thy due than more than all can pay.

Mach. The service and the loyalty I owe,
In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part
Is to receive our duties: and our duties
Are to your throne and state, children, and servants;
Which do but what they should, by doing every
Safe toward your love and honor.

Welcome hither:
I have begun to plant thee, and will labor
To make thee full of growing.-Noble Banquo,
That hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known
No less to have done so, let me infold thee,
And hold thee to my heart.

i.e. Which cleave not. •Pardon

There if I grow,
The harvest is your own.
My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.-Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
And you whose places are the nearest, know,
We will establish our estate upon

Our eldest, Malcom; whom we name hereafter,
The prince of Cumberland: which honor must
Not, unaccompanied, invest him only,
But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
On all deservers.-From hence to Inverness,
And bind us further to you.

Macb. The rest is labor, which is not used for you:
I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful

8 Time and opportunity.

1 Owned, possessed

That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win; thou'dst have, great

That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it;
And that which rather thou dost fear to do,
Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;
And chastise with the valor of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round,
Which fate and metaphysical & aid doth seem
To have thee crown'd withal.-What is your tidings?

Enter an Attendant.

Attend. The king comes here to-night.
Is not thy master with him? who, were't so,
Lady M.
Thou'rt mad to say it:
Would have inform'd for preparation.

Attend. So please you, it is true; our thane is


One of my fellows had the speed of him;
Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
Than would make up his message.
He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse,
Lady M.
Give him tending,
[Exit Attendant.
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here;
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse;"
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect, and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, your murd'ring ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief: Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell!
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes;
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy

Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter'
Thy letters have transported me beyond

2 Full as valiant as described.

4 Diadem. Supernatural.

3 Messengers. Deadly, murderous 8 Wrap as in a mantle

This ignorant present, and I feel now

To our own lips. He's here in double trust: The futaie in the instant.

First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Macb.

My dearest love, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host. Ducan comes here to-night.

Who should against his murderer shut the door, Lady M.

And when goes hence? Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncar. Maco. To-morrow,--as he purposes.

Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been Laly M.

O, never So clear in his great office, that his virtues Shall sun that morrow see!

Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against Your face, my thane, is a book, where men

The deep damnation of his taking out: May read strange inatters:- To beguile the time, And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, bors'd Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent Upon.the sightless couriers) of the air, flower,

Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, But be the serpent under it. He that's coming That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spui Must be provided for: and you shall put

To prick the sides of my intent, but only This night's great business into my despatch; Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself, Which shall to all our nights and days to come And falls on the other.-How now, what news! Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. Much. We will speak further.

Enter Lady MACBETH. Lady M.

Only look up clear; To alter tavoro ever is to fear:

Lady M. He has almost supp'd Why have you

left the chamber! Leave all the rest to me.


Macb. Hath he ask'd for me?
Lauly M.

Know you not, he has?
SCENE VI.- Before the Castie.

Much. We will proceed no furtherin this business Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attenling. He hath honor'd me of late; and I have bought Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, Baxoro,

Golden opinions from all sorts of people, LEXOX, MACDCFF, RUSSE, ANGUS, and Attendants.

Which would be worn now in their newest glock

Not cast aside so soon. Dun. Ihis castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Lady M.

Was the hope drunk, Nimbly and sweetly recommends itselt

Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since? Untour gentle senses.

And wakes it now, to look so green and pale Ban.

This guest of summer, At what it did so freely? From this time,
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, Such I account thy love. Art thou aleard
By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath To be the same in thine own act and valor,
Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, buttress, As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Nor coigne of vantage, but this bird hath made Which thou esteem'st the ornament of lite,
His pendent bed, and procreant cradle: Where they And live a coward in thine own esteem;
Most breed and haunt, I have observ'd the air Letting I dare not wait upon I would
Is delicate.

Like the poor cat i' the adage?
Enter Lady MACBETH.


Prythee, peace: Dun.

I dare do all that may become a man; See, see! our honor'd hostess! Who dares do more, is none. The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. Herein 1 teach you, That made you break this enterprise to me!

Lady M.

What beast was it then How you shall bid God yield 2 us for your pains

When you durst do it, then you were a man; And thank us for your trouble. Lady M.

All our service

And, to be more than what you were, you would

Be so much more the man. Nor tine, nor plue, In every point twice done, and then done double,

Did then adhere, and yet you would make tol... Were poor and single business to contend

They have made themselves, and that their fit Against those honors deep and broad, wherewith

now Your majesty loads our house: For those of old, And the late dignities heap'd up to them,

Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know

How tender 'tis, to love the babe that milha me: We rest your hermits. Dun.

I would, while it was smiling in my face, Where's the thane of Cawdor? Have pluckd my nipple from its boneless gums We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose

And dash'd the bruins out, had I so sworn, as you To be his purveyor: but he rides well;

Have done to this. And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him


If we should fail, To his home betore us: Fair and noble hostess,

Laity M.

Werul We are your guest to-night. Lady M.

Your servants ever

But screw your courage to the sticking place, Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep,

(Whereto the rather shall his day's hard jouines compt, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,

Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains

Will I with wine and wassel? so convince.
Suill to return your own.
Give me your hand.

That memory, the warder of the brain,

Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly,

A limbeck only: When in swinish sleep And shall continue our grace towards him.

Their drenched natures lie, as in a death, By your leave, hostess.

[Exeunt. What cannot you and I perform upon

The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon SCENE VII.-A Room in the Castle.

His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt wauthoys and torches. Enter, and pass grer the Of our great quell? stuge, a Sewer,' and divers Servants with dishes Mach.

Bring forth men-children opis! and service. Then enter MACBETH.

For thy undaunted mettle should compose Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then Nothing but males. Will it not be received," 'twere well

When we have mark'd with blood those sleeps tur It were done quickly: If the assassination

Of his own chamber, and used their very darken Could trammel up the consequence, and catch,

That they have don't? With his surcease, success; that but this blow Lady M.

Who dares receive it other, Might be the be-all and the end-all here,

As we shall make our griets and clamor roar But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,- Upon his death? We'd jump the life to come.-But, in these cases,


I am settled, and bend We still have judgment here; that we but teach Each corporal agent to this terrible seat. Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return Away, and mock the time with fairest show: To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice False face must hide what the false heart duth kraw Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice

(EXX Look, countenance 1 Convenient corner. 6 Winds; sightless is invisible. Reward.

* Subject to accompt. © In the same sense as cohere. Intempero An officer so called from his placing the dishes on * Overpower.

Sentipel. de table

1 Mu'ter. ? Supposed. * Thrat


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SCENE I-Court within Macbeth's Castle. Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

(4 bell rings Eater Bangco and FLEANCE, and a Servant with a 1 go, and it is done; the bell invites me. torch before them.

Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell Ban. How goes the night, boys?

That suminons thee to heaven, or to hell. Erit. Fie. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.

SCENE II.-The same. Ban. And she goes down at twelve.

Enter Lady MACBETH. F.

I take't, 'tis later, sir. Ban. Hold, take my sword:-There's husbandry Lady M. That which hath made them drunk in heaven,

hath made ine bold: Their candles are all out.- Take thee that too.

What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire;A heary summons lies like lead upon me,

Hark!--Peace! ani yei I would not sleep: Merciful powers ! It was the owl that shriek'd the fatal bellman, 1 ki strain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature

Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it: Gives way to in repose!–Give me my sword:- The doors are open; and the surteited grooms

Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch.

their possets, Tho's there!

That death and nature do contend about them, Vorb. A friend.

Whether they live or die.

Macb. (Within. Who's there?-what, ho!
Burn. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed:
He hath been in usual pleasure, and

Lady M. Alack! I am afraid they have awaked Seit forth great largess to your offices:

And 'tis not done:-the attempt and not the deed, This diamond he greets your wife withal,

Confounds us:--Hark!--I laid iheir daggers ready, By the name of most kínd hostess; and shut up' | My father as he slept, I had doneït. -My hus unid:

He could not miss thein.--Had he not reseinbled
In measureless content.
Being unprepared,

Cursill became the servant to detect;
I Wuch else should free have wrought.

Macb. I have done the deed:-Didst thou not Ban.

All's well.

hear a noise creant last night of the three weird sisters: Lady M. I heard th owl scream, and the crickTo you they have show'd some truth.

ets cry: Mio.

I think not of them: Did not you speak? Yet when we can entreat an hour to serve,


When? Would spend it in some words upon that business,

Lady M

Now. If you would grant the time.


As I descended ? Ban.

At your kind'st leisure. Lady M. Ay. Vocb. If you shall cleave to my consent,-when

Mach. Hark!

Who lies i'the second chamber! He shall make honor for you.

Lady M.

So I lose none,

Macb. This is a sorry sight.
In seeking to augment it, but still keep

(Looking on his hands. Bly bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear,

Lady M. A foolish thought; to say a sorry sight. Sall be counsell’d.

Mucb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and Vech. Good repose, the while.

one cried, murder! Ban. Thanks, sir; The like to you.

That they did wake each other; I stood and heard (Erit BANQUO and FLEANCE.

them: Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is But they did say their prayers, and address'd them ready,

Again to sleep. She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.

Laily M. There are two lodg'd together.

(Exit Servant. Macb. One cried, God bless us! and Amen, the Is this a dagger which I see before me,

other; The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch As they had seen me, with these hangman's han is thee:

Listening their fear. I could not say, amen, I bavethee not, and yet I see thee still.

When they did say, God bless us. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible

Lady M.

Consider it not so deesly Do teeling as to sight? or art thou but

Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce dazzer of the mind; a false creation,

amen? Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I had most need of blessing, and amen I see thee yet, in form as palpable

Stuck in my throat. 4. this which now I draw.

Larly M. These deeds must not be thought It'u marehal'st me the way that I was going; After these ways; so, it will make us mad. And such an instrument I was to use.

Macb. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep no The cyes are made the fools o' the other senses,

more! peise worth all, the rest: I see thee still;

Macbeth doth murder sleep, the innocent sleep; on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Sleep, that knits up the ravelld sleaves of care, which was not so before.-There's no such thing: The death of each itay's life, sore lahor's bath, It is the bloody business, which informs

Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, T'as to mine eyes.- Now o'er the one half world chief nourisher in life's feast;Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse Lady M. What do you mean? The curtain'd sleep; now witchcraft celebrates Macb. Stillit cried, Sleep no more! to all the house: Pule Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, Glamis hath murder'd sleep; and therefore Caw lar l'arum'd by his sentinel, the woli,

Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more! 17. howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, Lady M. Who was it that thus cried? Why, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design

worthy thane, Vores like a ghost.-Thou sure and firm-set You do unbend your noble strength, to think earth,

So brainsickly of things:--Go, get some water, Fear not my’steps, which way they walk, for fear and wash this filthy witness from your hand.The very stones prate of my where-about, Why did you bring these daggers from the place? And take the present horror from the time, They must lie there; Go, carry thein; and smuar Thich now suits with it.-Whiles I threat, he lives; The sleepy grooms with blood.


I'll go no more * The rooms appropriated to servants. "Copeb de. * Haft. handle.

. Sleave is unwronght silk.

* Bounty


I am afraid to think what I have done;
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 a painted devil. If he do bleed,
I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,
For it must seem their guilt.

[Exit. 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 rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,1
Making the green-one red.

Re-enter Lady MACBETH.

Lady M. My hands are of your color; but I shame To wear a heart so white. [Knocking.] 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
Iath left you unattended.-[Knocking.] Hark!
more knocking:

Get on your night-gown, 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. [Knocking. Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst! [Exeunt.

Not yet.

Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane?
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.

Macb. The labor we delight in physics' pain.
This is the door.
I'll make so bold to call,
For 'tis my limited service. [Exit MACDUFF,
Goes the king

From hence to-day?

He does: he did appoint it so.
Len. The night has been unruly: Where we lay,
Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say,
Lamentings heard i'the air; strange screams of

And prophesying, with accents terrible,
Of dire combustion, and confused events,
New hatch'd to the woeful time. The obscure bird
Clamor'd the livelong night: some say, the earth
Was feverous and did shake.

Mucd. 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 threat 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 hath awaked him; here he comes.
Len. Good-morrow, noble sir!

Good-morrow, both

1 To incarnade, is to stain of a flesh color.
* Frequent


'Twas a rough night. Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel A fellow to it.


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 turn-
ing the key. [Knocking. Knock, knock, knock:
Who's there? i'the name of Belzebub? Here's a
farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of
plenty; Come in time; have napkins' enough about

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!

[Bell rings.

[Exeunt MACBETH and LENOX. Ring the alarum-bell-Murder, and treason! you; here you'll sweat for't. [Knocking.] Knock, Banquo, and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake! knock: Who's there, i' the other devil's name?'Faith, here's an equivocator, that could swear in And look on death itself! Up, up, and see Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, both the scales against either scale; who committed The great doom's image!-Malcom! Banquo! treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equi-As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites, vocate to Heaven: Q, come in, equivocator. [Knock-To countenance this horror. ing.] 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. Enter MACDUFF and LENOX. Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, That you do lie so late?


Enter Lady MACBETH.
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?


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

Re-enter MACDUFF

Macd. O horror! horror! horror! Tongue, nor
Cannot conceive or name thee!
Macb. Len.

What's the matter?
Macd. Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord's annointed temple, and stole thence
The life o' the building.

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?
Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had

Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood,
So were their daggers, which, unwiped, we found
Upon their pillows:
They stared, and were distracted; no man's life
Was to be trusted with them.

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