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Of his own chamber, and us’d their very daggers,
Who dares receive it other,
Macb. I am settled, and bend up
SCENE I.-INVERNESS. Court within the Castle.
Enter BANQUO, preceded by FLEANCE with a torch.
I take 't, 'tis later, sir. Ban. Hold, take my sword.—There's husbandry in
Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch.
Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed:
I think not of them :
At your kind'st leisure.
So I lose none
Good repose the while !
[Exeunt BANQUO and FLEANCE. 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, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: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 this which now I draw. Thou marshall'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 offerings; 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 whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it. —Whiles I threat, he lives; Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
[A bell rings.
I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
Enter Lady MACBETH. Lady M. That which hath made them drunk hath made
me bold : What hath quench'd them hath given me fire. -Hark!
Peace! 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,
Re-enter MACBETH. Macb. I have done the deed.–Didst thou not hear a
noise? Lady M. I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. Did not you speak? Macb.
When? Lady M.
As I descended?
[Looking on his hands. Lady M. A foolish thought to say a sorry sight. Macb. There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried
Murder! That they did wake each other: I stood and heard them: But they did say their prayers, and address’d them Again to sleep. Lady M.
There are two lodg’d together. Macb. One cried, God bless us! and, Amen, the other; As they had seen me with these hangman's hands.
Listening their fear, I could not say, Amen,
Consider it not so deeply.
These deeds must not be thought After these ways; so, it will make us mad.
Macb. Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep,—the innocent sleep; Sleep that knits up the ravell’d sleave of care, 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 house: 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
I'll go no more:
Infirm of purpose !
Whence is that knocking?
Re-enter LADY MACBETH.
knocking VOL. III.
At the south entry:--retire we to our chamber.
[Knocking within. Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst!
[Exeunt. 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 Beelzebub? Here's a farmer that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty: come in time; have napkins enow 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 LENNOX. 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