Macb. We will speak further. Only look up clear; To alter favour! ever is to fear: [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-The same. Before the castle. Ban. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here; no jutty, frieze, buttress, Nor coigne of vantage,2 but this bird hath made His pendent bed, and procreant cradle: Where they Most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, the air Is delicate. Dun. Enter Lady Macbeth. See, see! our honour'd hostess ! The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you, How you shall bid God yield3 us for your pains, And thank us for your trouble. Lady M. All our service In every point twice done, and then done double, Were poor and single business, to contend Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith Your majesty loads our house: For those of old, And the late dignities heap'd up to them, We rest your hermits.4 Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor? We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose (1) Look, countenance. (2) Convenient corner. (3) Reward. (4) i. e. We as hermits shall ever pray for you. To be his purveyor: but he rides well; And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess, We are your guest to-night. Lady M. Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt,1 To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, Dun. [Exeunt. SCENE VII.-The same. A room in the castle. Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over the stage, a Sewer,2 and divers Servants with dishes and service. Then enter Macbeth. Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination (1) Subject to account. (2) An officer so called from his placing the dishes on the table. So clear in his great office, that his virtues Lady M. He has almost supp'd; Why have you left the chamber? Mach. Hath he ask'd for me? Lady M. Know you not, he has? Macb. We will proceed no further in this business: He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon. Lady M. Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since? Maco. Pr'ythee, peace: What beast was it then, I dare do all that may become a man; Lady M. That made you break this enterprise to me? (1) Winds; sightless is invisible. When you durst do it, then you were a man; 1 now Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know If we should fail, Macb. Lady M. We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep, (Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassel2 so convince,3 That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only: When in swinish sleep Their drenched natures lie, as in a death, What cannot you and I perform upon The unguarded Duncan? what not put upor His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt Of our great quell?5 Macb. Bring forth men-children only! For thy undaunted mettle should compose Nothing but males. Will it not be received,6 When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy twc Of his own chamber, and us'd their very daggers, That they have done't? Lady M. Who dares receive it other As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar (1) In the same sense as cohere. (2) Intemperance. (3) Overpower. (4) Sentinel. (5) Murder. (6) Apprehended. Upon his death? I am settled, and bend up False face must hide what the false heart doth know. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE 1-The same. Court within the castle. Enter Banquo and Fleance, and a servant, with a torch before them. Ban. How goes the night, boy? Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. Ban. And she goes down at twelve. Fle. I take't, 'tis later, sir. Bun. Hold, take my sword:-There's husbandry' in heaven, Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too. And yet I would not sleep: Merciful powers! Enter Macbeth, and a servant with a torch. 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 largess2 to your offices:3 This diamond he greets your wife withal, By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up4 In measureless content. (1) Thrift. (2) Bounty. 73) The rooms appropriated to servants. (4) Code. |