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 house: "Glamis hath murdered 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 They must lie there: go, carry them, and smear Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine, Re-enter Lady MACBETH. Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but I shame 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 Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, Macb. To know my deed, 't were best not know Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst! [Exeunt. : SCENE III.-The same. Enter a Porter. [Knocking within. Port. 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 Beelzebub? Here's a farmer that hanged 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: 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 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 awaked him; here he comes. Enter MACBETH. Len. Good-morrow, noble sir. Macb. Good-morrow, both. Macd. I'll make so bold to call, For 't is my limited service. [Exit MACDUFf. 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 death; And prophesying, with accents terrible, Ban. Too cruel, anywhere. Dear Duff, I pr'y thee, contradict thyself, Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX. Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys renown and grace is dead; Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN. You are, and do not know it: Len. Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had That had a heart to love, and in that heart Courage, to make his love known? Lady M. [Bell rings. Mal. Enter LADY MACBETH. Lady M. What's the business, That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley The sleepers of the house? speak, speak. Help me hence, ho! Macd. Look to the lady. Why do we hold our tongues, That most may claim this argument for ours? [Exeunt all but MALCOLM and DONALBAIN. Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort with them: To shew an unfelt sorrow, is an office Mal. This murderous shaft that's shot 'Gainst nature still: Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up Thine own life's means!-Then 't is most like The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth. Macd. He is already named; and gone to Scone To be invested. Rosse. Where is Duncan's body? Macd. Carried to Colm-kill; The sacred storehouse of his predecessors, And guardian of their bones. Lest our old robes sit easier than our new! Rosse. Farewell, father. Old M. God's benison go with you; and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes. [Exeunt. As the weird women promised; and I fear Senet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as King; LADY Macb. Here's our chief guest. If he had been forgotten, And all things unbecoming. Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir, And I'll request your presence. Ban. Let your highness Command upon me; to the which, my duties Macb. Ride you, this afternoon? Macb. We should have else desired your good advice (Which still hath been both grave and prosperous) In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow. Is 't far you ride? Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time Macb. Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestowed upon us. And, to that dauntless temper of his mind, To make them kings; the seed of Banquo kings! Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers. Who wrought with them; and all things else, that might, Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are cleped That writes them all alike: and so of men. That every minute of his being thrusts 2nd Mur. We shall, my lord, Perform what you command us. 1st Mur. Though our lives— Macb. Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour, at most, |