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Scene III.The same.

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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-porterit 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.

Lady M. Who was it that thus cried? Why,

worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things. Go, get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the

place? They must lie there: go, carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood.

Mach. I'll go no more :
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 : 't is 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. Macb. Whence is that knocking ? How is 't with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out

mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No; this my hand will

rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine, Making the green-one red.

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 Hath left you unattended. [Knocking.) Hark !

more knocking : Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, And shew us to be watchers. Be not lost So poorly in your thoughts. Macb. To know my deed, 't were best not know myself.

[Knock. Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst! ,

[Ereunt.

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.'

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Macd. O, gentle lady, 'T' is not for you to hear what I can speak: The repetition, in a woman's ear, Would murder as it fell.–0 Banquo! Banquo!

him;

Enter BANQUO. Our royal master 's murdered !

Lady M. Woe, alas ! What, in our house?

Ban. Too cruel, anywhere. Dear Duff, I pr’y thee, contradict thyself, And say,

it is not so.

I have almost slipped the hour.

Macb. I 'll bring you to him.

Macd. I know this is a joyful trouble to you; But yet 't is one.

Macb. The labour we delight in, physics pain. This is the door.

Macd. I'll make so bold to call,
For 't is my limited service. [Exit MacDUFF.

Len. Goes the King hence to day?
Macb. He does : he did appoint 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

death; And prophesying, with accents terrible, Of dire combustion, and confused events, New hatched to the woful time. The obscure bird Clamoured the livelong night: some say, the earth Was feverous, and did shake.

Macb. 'T was a rough night.

Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel A fellow to it.

Re-enter Macbeth and Lenox. Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blesséd 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.

Re-enter MACDUFF. Macd. O horror! horror! horror! Tongue, nor

heart, Cannot conceive, nor name thee! Macb.

What's the matter? Len. Macd. Confusion now hath made his master

piece!
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
The life o' the building.

Macb. What is 't you say? the life?
Len. Mean you his majesty ?
Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy

your sight With a new Gorgon: Do not bid me speak ; See, and then speak yourselves. Awake! awake!

[Exeunt Macbeth and Lenox. Ring the alarum-bell :-Murder and treason! Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake! Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, And look on death itself! up, up, and see The great doom's image! Malcolm! Banquo ! As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprights, To countenance this horror! [Bell rings.

Enter Malcolm and DONALBAIN.
Don. What is amiss !
Macb. You

are,

and do not know it: The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood Is stopped; the very source of it is stopped.

Macd. Your royal father 's murdered.
Mal. O, by whom?
Len. Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had

done 't:
Their hands and faces were all badged with blood,
So were their daggers, which, unwiped, we found
Upon their pillows: they stared, and were dis-

tracted: No man's life was to be trusted with them.

Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
That I did kill them.

Macd. Wherefore did you so?
Macb. Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and

furious,
Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man :
The expedition of my violent love
Outran the pauser reason.—Here lay Duncan,
His silver skin laced with his golden blood;
And his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature,
For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers,
Steeped in the colours of their trade, their daggers
Unmannerly breeched with gore: Who could re-

frain,
That had a heart to love, and in that heart
Courage, to make his love known?

Lady M. Help me hence, ho!
Macd. Look to the lady.

Mal. Why do we hold our tongues, That most may claim this argument for ours?

Don. What should be spoken here, Where our fate, hid in an augre-hole,

Enter Lady Macbeth. Lady M. What's the business, That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley The sleepers of the house? speak, speak.

That darkness does the face of earth intomb,
When living light should kiss it?

Old M. ”T is unnatural,
Even like the deed that 's done. On Tuesday last,
A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
Was, by a mousing owl, hawked at and killed.
Rosse. And Duncan's horses (a thing most

strange and certain), Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Turned wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make War with mankind.

Old M. 'Tis said, they eat each other. Rosse. They did so; to the amazement of mine

eyes, That looked upon't. Here comes the good Macduff:

May rush and seize us ? Let 's away; our tears
Are not yet brewed.

Mal. Nor our strong sorrow
Upon the foot of motion.
Ban. . Look to the lady :

[Lady Macbeth is carried out.
And when we have our naked frailties hid,
That suffer in exposure, let us meet,
And question this most bloody piece of work,
To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us :
In the great hand of God I stand; and thence,
Against the undivulged pretence I fight
Of treasonous malice.

Macb. And so do I.
AN.

So all.
Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness,
And meet i'the hall together.
All. Well contented.

[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 Which the false man does easy. I'll to England.

Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune Shall keep us both the safer: where we are, There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, The nearer bloody.

Mal. This murderous shaft that's shot Hath not yet lighted; and our safest way Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse; And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, But shift away : there's warrant in that theft, Which steals itself when there's no mercy left.

[Exeunt.

Enter Macduff. How goes

the world, sir, now? Macd. Why, see you not? Rosse. Is't known who did this more than

bloody deed? Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain.

Rosse. Alas the day! What good could they pretend ?

Macd. They were suborned: Malcolm and Donalbain, the King's two sons, Are stolen away and fled; which puts upon them Suspicion of the deed.

Rosse. 'Gainst nature still : Thriftlesz 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.

Rosse. Will you to Scone?
Macd. No, cousin, I 'll Fife.
Rosse. Well, I will thither.
Macd. Well, may you see things well done

there ;-adieu ! -
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.

SCENE IV.-Without the Castle.

Enter Rosse and an Old Man. Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember

well : Within the volume of which time I have seen Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore

night Hath trifed former knowings.

Rosse. Ah, good father, Thou see'st, the heavens, as troubled with man's act, Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock 't is day, And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp. Is it night's predominance, or the day's shame,

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Scene I.--Fores. A Room in the Palace.

Enter Banquo. Ban. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis,

all,
As the weird women promised; and I fear
Thou play'dst most foully for 't: yet it was said,
It should not stand in thy posterity;
But that myself should be the root and father
Of many kings. If there come truth from them
(As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine),
Why, by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my oracles as well,
And set me up in hope? But, hush; no more.
Senet sounded. Enter Macbeth, as King; Lady

Macbeth, as Queen; Lenox, Rosse, Lords,
Ladies, and Attendants.
Macb. Here's our chief guest.
Lady M.

If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a gap in our great feast,
And all things unbecoming.

Macb, To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir, And I 'll request your presence.

Вап. . Let your highness

Command upon me; to the which, my duties
Are with a most indissoluble tie
For ever knit.

Macb. Ride you, this afternoon?
Ban.

Ay, my good lord.
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 'Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better, I must become a borrower of the night, For a dark hour, or twain.

Macb. Fail not our feast.
Ban. My lord, I will not.

Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestowed
In England and in Ireland; not confessing
Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers
With strange invention : but of that to-morrow;
When, therewithal, we shall have cause of state,
Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse : Adieu,
Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you?

Ban. Ay, my good lord : our time does call

upon us.

Macb. I wish your horses swift and sure of

foot ;

And so I do commend you to their backs.
Farewell.

[Exit Banduo.
Let every man be master of his time
Till seven at night: to make society
The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself
Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with

you.

[Exeunt Lady Macbeth, Lords, Ladies, &c. Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men our

pleasure ? Attend. They are, my lord, without the palace

gate. Macb. Bring them before us.- -[Exit Attendant.

To be thus, is nothing; But to be safely thus.—Our fears in Banquo Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature Reigns that which would be feared : 't is much he

dares; And, to that dauntless temper of his mind, He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour To act in safety. There is none but he Whose being I do fear: and under him My genius is rebuked; as, it is said, Mark Antony's was by Cæsar. Hechid the sisters, When first they put the name of King upon me, And bade them speak to him; then, prophet-like, They hailed him father to a line of kings: Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding. If it be so, For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind; For them the gracious Duncan have I murdered; Put rancours in the vessel of my peace Only for them; and mine eternal jewel Given to the common enemy

of

man, To make them kings; the seed of Banquo kings! Rather than so, come fate into the list, And champion me to the utterance! Who's there?

Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers. Now to the door, and stay there till we call.

[Exit Attendant. Was it not yesterday we spoke together?

1st Mur. It was, so please your highness.

Macb. Well then, now Have you considered of my speeches? Know That it was he, in the times past, which held you So under fortune; which you thought had been Our innocent self. This I made good to you Inour last conference: passed in probation with you, How you were borne in hand; how crossed; the

instruments; Who wrought with them; and all things else, that

might,

To half a soul, and to a notion crazed,
Say, “Thus did Banquo.”

Ist Mur. You made it known to us.

Macb. I did so; and went further, which is now Our point of second meeting. Do you

find Your patience so predominant in your nature, That you can let this go? Are you so gospelled, To

pray for this good man, and for his issue, Whose heavy hand hath bowed you to the grave, And beggared yours for ever?

1st Mur. We are men, my liege.

Macb. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels,

curs,
Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are cleped
All by the name of dogs: the valued file
Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
The housekeeper, the hunter, every one
According to the gift which bounteous Nature
Hath in him closed; whereby he does receive
Particular addition, from the bill
That writes them all alike: and so of men.
Now, if you have a station in the file,
And not in the worst rank of manhood, say it;
And I will put that business in your bosoms,
Whose execution takes your enemy off;
Grapples you to the heart and love of us,
Who wear our health but sickly in his life,
Which in his death were perfect.

2nd Mur. I am one, my liege,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have so incensed, that I am reckless what
I do, to spite the world.

1st Mur. And I another,
So weary with disasters, tugged with fortune,
That I would set my life on any chance,
To mend it, or be rid on 't.

Macb.
Know Banquo was your enemy.

2nd Mur. True, my lord.
Macb. So is he mine: and in such bloody dis-

tance, That every minute of his being thrusts Against my near’st of life: and though I could With barefaced power sweep him from my sight, And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not, For certain friends that are both his and mine, Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall Whom I myself struck down: and thence it is That I to your assistance do make love; Masking the business from the common eye, For sundry weighty reasons.

2nd Mur. We shall, my lord, Perform what you command us.

1st Mur. Though our lives, Macb. Your spirits shine through you. With

in this hour, at most,

Both of you

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