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As I descended ?
cried, murder ! That they did wake each other; I stood and heard
Lady M. There are two lodg‘d together.
Consider it not so deeply. Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce, amen? 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.
Mac. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep no
Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep;
P'death of minds, & Feast ; whatd
Sleep, that knits up the ruvelld sleade of cure So,
What do you mean?
I'll go no more:
Infirm of purpose !
[Exit. Knocking within. Macb.
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
Re-enter Lady MacbetII.
ing 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.—[K’nocking.] Hark! more
knocking: . . Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, And show us to be watchers :-Be not lost So poorly in your thoughts. Mac. To know my deed,— 'twere best not know myself.
[Knock. Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would thou could'st!
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 fort. [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 : 0, 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. Enter MACDUFF and Lenox. Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, That you do lie so late?
Port. ’Faith, sir, we were carousing 'till the second cock: and drink, sir, is a great proyoker 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 : There
fore, 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 ? -
Good-morrow, both ! Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane ? Macb.
Not yet. Macd. He did command me to call timely on him; I have almost slipp'd the hour. Macb.
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, physicks pain. This is the door.
Macd. I'll make so bold to call, For 'tis my limited service.
[Exit Macduff. Len.
Goes the king From hence to-day?