Ban. And she goes down at twelve.
Fle. I take't, 'tis later, sir.

Ban. There's husbandry in Heaven,
Their candles are all out.

A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,
And yet
I would not sleep: Merciful powers,
Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature
Gives way to in repose!

Enter SEYTON, with a Torch, and MACBETH.
Who's there?

Macb. A friend.

Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a bed:

He hath been in unusual pleasure, and

Sent forth great largess to your officers:
This diamond he greets your wife withal,
By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up
In measureless content.

Macb. Being unprepared,

Our will became the servant to defect;
Which else should free have wrought.

Ban. All's well.

I dream'd last night of the three weird sisters:
To you they have show'd some truth.

Macb. I think not of them:

Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,
We would spend it in some words upon that business,
If you would grant the time.

Ban. At your kind'st leisure.

Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, It shall make honour for you.

Ban. So I lose none,

In seeking to augment it, but still keep
My bosom franchised, and allegiance clear,
I shall be counsell❜d.

Macb. Good repose, the while!

Ban. Thanks, sir: the like to you!

[Exeunt FLEANCE and BANQUO.

Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is

ready,

She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.

[Exit SEYTON.

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 that which now I draw.

Thou marshal'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 расе,

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 where-about,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. [A Clock strikes Two.

I

go,

and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan! for it is a knell

That summons thee to Heaven, or to hell.

[Exit.

[Thunder and Lightning.

Enter LADY MACBETH.

Lady. 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 bell-man,
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. Alack! I am afraid they have awaked, And 'tis not done:-the attempt, and not the deed, Confounds us: Hark! I laid their daggers ready, He could not miss them.-Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had done't.-My husband? Enter MACBETH.

Macb. I have done the deed:-Didst thou not hear a noise?

Lady. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets

Lady. Ay.

Macb. Hark! Who lies i' the second chamber? Lady. Donalbain.

Macb. This is a sorry sight.

Lady. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.

Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one

cry'd "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. There are two lodged together.

Macb. One cry'd, "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,
When they did say, God bless us.
Lady. 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. 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 !"

To all the house,

"Glamis hath murder'd sleep; and therefore Cawdor "Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!" Lady. Who was it, that thus cry'd? Why, worthy thane,

You do unbend your noble strength, to think
So brain-sickly 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. 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 LADY MACBETH. [Knocking within.

Mach. 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.

Enter LADY МАСВЕТН.

Lady. 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.-[Knock.]-Hark! more knocking:

Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us,
And shew us to be watchers : -Be not lost
So poorly in your thoughts.

Macb. To know my deed,-'Twere best not know

myself.

[Knock. Wake, Duncan, with this knocking! Oh, 'would thou [Exeunt.-Knock.

could'st!

Enter MACDUFF, LENOX, and SEYTON.

Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, you do lie so late?

That

Sey. 'Faith, sir, we were carousing. till the second cock.

Mact. Is thy master stirring

Our knocking has awaked him; here he comes.