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But be the serpent under't. He, that's coming,
Macb. We will speak further.
Lady. Only look up clear :
SCENE, before Macbeth's Castle Gate.
Hausboys and Torches. Enter King, Malcolm, Donal. bain, Banquo, Lenox, Macduff, Roffe, Angus,
and Attendants. HIS castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
King. T Wimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.
Ban. This gueft of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his lov'd manfionry that heaven's breath Smells wooingly here. No jutting fricze, Buttrice, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendant bed, and procreant cradle : Where they moit breed and haunt, I have observ'd, The air is delicate.
Enter Lady. King. See, fee! our honour'd Hostess! The love that follow's us, sometimes is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you, How you shall bid god-eyld us for your pains, And thank us for
trouble. Lady. 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,
King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor
Lady. Your servants ever
King. Give me your hand;
SCENE, changes to an Apartment in
Hautboys, Torches. Enter divers servants with dishes and
service over the Stage. Then Macbeth. Macb. F
It were done quickly : if th' affaflivation Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With its surceafe, success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all--bere, (13) But here, upon this bark and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.“-But, in these cases, We still have judgment here, that we but teach Bloody instructions; which, being taught, return To plague th’inventor. Even-handed justice
(13) But here, upon this bark and school of Time ] Bank and schoul What a lionstrous couplement, as Don Armada says, is here of heterogeneous ideas! I have ventured to amend, which restores a consonance of images,
on this bank and hoal of time. i. e. this fhallow, this narrow ford of human life, opposed to the great abyss of eternity. This Word has occurr'd again, before, to us in the life of King Henry VIIIth, And founded all the depths and boals of honour,
Returns th' ingredients of our poison'd chalice
Enter Lady Macbeth.
Lady. He's almost supp'd; why have you left the Macb. Hath he ask'd for me?
(chamber? Lady. Know you not, he has ?
Macb. We will proceed no further in this business.
Lady. Was the hope drunk,
(14) or heav’n’s cherubin borsod upon the fightless couriers of the air.) But the cherubin is the courier; so that he can't be said to be bors d upon another courier. We must read, therefore, coursers.
Which thou esteem'ft the ornament of life,
Mach. Pr'ythee, peace :
Lady. What bealt was't then,
durft do it, then you were a man; And (to be more than what you were) you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place Did then co-here, and yet you would make both: They've made themselves; and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given fuck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluckt my nipple from his boneless gums, And dasht the brains out, had I but so sworn As you have done to this.
Macb. If we should fail ?.
Lady. We fail !
Macb. Bring forth men-children only!
That they have don't ?
Lady. Who dares receive it other,
Macb. I'm settled, and bend up
Fle. The moon is down:I have not heard the clock.
Ban.Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heav'n,
Enter Macbeth, and a Servant with a torch.
Macb. A friend,
Ban. What, Sir, not yet at rest ? the King's a-bed.