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Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, (26)
To cry “Hold, hold !”

Enter MACBETH.

Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor!
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter !
Thy letters have transported me beyond
This ignorant present, and I feel now(27)
The future in the instant.
Macb.

My dear’st love,
Duncan comes here to-night.
Lady M.

And when goes hence ?
Macb. To-morrow, as he purposes.
Lady M.

O, never
Shall sun that morrow see!
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
May read strange matters :—to beguile the time,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under 't. He that's coming
Must be provided for: and you shall put
This night's great business into my dispatch ;
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.

Macb. We will speak further.
Lady M.

Only look up clear;
To alter favour ever is to fear :
Leave all the rest to me.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VI. The same. Before MACBETH's castle.

Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending, with torches. Enter

Duncan, Malcolm, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENNOX, MACDUFF,
Ross, Angus, and Attendants.

Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.
Ban.

guest of summer,

This(28)

()

The temple-haunting martlet, (29) does approve,
By his lov'd mansionry, that the heavens' breath
Smells wooingly here:(30) no jutty, frieze,
Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle :
Where they most(31) breed and haunt, I have obsery'd
The air is delicate.

Enter Lady MACBETH.
Dun.

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 ild 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.
Dun.

Where's the thane of Cawdor ?
We cours d him at the heels, and had a purpose
To be his purveyor: but he rides well;
And his great love, sharp as his spur,

as his spur, hath holp him To his home before us.

Fair and noble hostess,
We are your guest to-night.

Your servants ever
Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt,
To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
Still to return your own.
Dun.

Give me your hand;
Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly,
And shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave, hostess.

[Exeunt.

Lady M.

VOL. VII.

SCENE VII. The same. A lobby in MACBETH's castle. Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over, a Sewer, 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 th' assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch,
With his surcease, success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal(32) 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: this(33) even-handed justice
Commends th' ingredients of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips. He's here in double trust:
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
Who should against his murderer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongu’d, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off';
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors’d
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind.—I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself,
And falls on th’ other. (34)

Enter Lady MACBETH.

How now! what news?
Lady M. He has almost supp’d: why have you left the

chamber?
Macb. Hath he ask'd for me?
Lady M.

Know you not he has ?

Lady M.

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.

Was the hope drunk
Wherein you dress’d yourself? hath it slept since ?
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely? From this time
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valour
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem,
Letting “I dare not” wait upon “I would,”
Like the poor cat i' th' adage ?
Macb.

Prithee, peace :
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.

(35)
Lady M.

What beast was’t, then, (36) That made you break this enterprise to me? When

you

durst 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 adhere, and yet you would make both :
They've made themselves, and that their fitness now
Does unmake you. I've given suck, and know
How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me :
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you
Have done to this.(37)
Macb.
If we should fail?

We fail !
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we'll not fail. (38) When Duncan is asleep,—
Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey
Soundly invite him,-his two chamberlains
Will I with wine and wassail so convince,
That memory, the warder of the brain,

Lady M.

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
Th' unguarded Duncan? what not put upon
His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt
Of our great quell?
Macb.

Bring forth men-children only;
For thy undaunted mettle should compose
Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd,
When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two
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
Upon his death?

Macb. I'm settled, and bend up
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
Away, and mock the time with fairest show :
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

[Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I. Inverness. Court of MACBETH's castle.

Enter BANQUO, preceded by FLEANCE with a torch.(39)
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.
Ban. Hold, take my sword:-there's husbandry in heaven,
Their candles are all out :-take thee that too.—
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,
And yet I would not sleep:—merciful powers,
Restrain in me the cursèd thoughts that nature
Gives way to in repose !–Give me my sword. -
Who's there?

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