Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch. 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; Macb. and shut up Being unprepar'd, Our will became the servant to defect; Ban. All's well. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: Macb. I think not of them: Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, 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 Macb. Ban. Thanks, sir: the like to you! Good repose the while! [Exeunt Banquo and Fleance. [Exit Servant. Macb. Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. 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 As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; Mine eyes are made the fools o' th' other senses, Thus to mine eyes.-Now o'er the one half-world Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Enter Lady MACBETH. [A bell rings. [Exit. Lady M. 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 bellman, 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've 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 M. Alack, I am afraid they have awak'd, And 'tis not done :-th' attempt, and not the deed, Confounds us. (43)—Hark!—I laid their daggers ready; He could not miss 'em.-Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had done't.-My husband! Re-enter MACbeth. Macb. I've done the deed.-Didst thou not hear a noise? Did not you speak? [Looking on his hands. Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. Macb. There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried "Murder!" That they did wake each other: I stood and heard them: Again to sleep. Lady M. There are two lodg'd together. Macb. One cried "God bless us!" and "Amen!" the other; As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands, Lady M. 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 M. 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! Macbeth does murder sleep,"-the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Lady M. What do you mean? Macb. Still it cried "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 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. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on't again I dare not. Infirm of purpose! Lady M. [Exit. Knocking within. Whence is that knocking? Macb. What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather 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. [Knocking within.] 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 within.] Hark! more knocking: Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, And show us to be watchers:-be not lost So poorly in your thoughts. Macb. To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself. [Knocking within. Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst ! Enter a Porter. Knocking within. [Exeunt. Porter. Here's a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key.-[Knocking within.] 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 enow about you; here you'll sweat for't.-[Knocking within.] Knock, knock! Who's there, in 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 within.] 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 within.] Knock, knock; never at quiet! What are you?-But this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further: I had thought to have let in some of all professions, that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire.-[Knocking within.] Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter. [Opens the gate. Enter MACDUFF and LENNOX. 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 on me: but I requited him for his lie; and, I think, being too strong for him, . |