Still to return your own.

DUN. Give me your hand :

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

[Exeunt.

SCENE VII. The fame. A Room in the Caftle. Hautboys, Torches. Enter, and pass over, a Sewer, and divers Servants, with Difhes and Service; then Enter MACBETH.

MAC. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the affaffination

Could tramel up the confequence, and catch,
With his furceafe, fuccefs; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and fhoal of time,
We'd jump the life to come. But, in these cafes,
We ftill have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody inftructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice
Commends the ingredience of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips. He's here in double truft :
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed; then, as his hoft,
Who should against his murtherer fhut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Befides, this Duncan
Hath born his faculties fo 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 blaft, or heaven's cherubin, horf'd

Upon the fightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears fhall drown the wind. I have no fpur
To prick the fides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself,
Enter Lady MACBETH.

And falls on the other

How now! What news?

L. M. He has almost fupt; Why have you left the MAC. Hath he afk'd for me?

L. M'. Know you not, he has ?

[chamber?

MAC". We will proceed no further in this business: He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Golden opinions from all forts of people,

Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Not caft aside so foon.

L. M. Was the hope drunk,

Wherein you dreff'd yourfelf? hath it flept fince?
And wakes it now, to look fo green and pale
At what it did fo freely? From this time,
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
To be the fame in thine own act and valour,
As thou art in desire? Would'st thou have that
Which thou efteem'ft 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'the adage?

MAC. Pr'ythee, peace:

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

L. M. What beaft was't then,

That made you break this enterprize to me?
When you durft do it, then you were a man ;

29 dares no more

And, to be more than what you were, you would
Be fo much more the man. Nor time, nor place,
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:
They have 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 fmiling in my face,
Have pluckt my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dafht the brains out, had I but fo fworn
you have done to this.

As

MAC. If we should fail?

L. Mb. We fail.

But fcrew 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 waffel fo convince,
That memory, the warder of the brain,
Shall be a fume, and the receit of reason
A limbeck only; When in fwinish fleep
Their drenched natures lye, as in a death,
What cannot you and I perform upon
The unguarded Duncan ? what not put upon
His fpungy officers; who shall bear the guilt
Of our great quell?

MAC. 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 fleepy two
Of his own chamber, and us'd their very daggers,
That they have don't?

L. M. Who dares receive it other,

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As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
Upon his death?

́MAC. I am settl'd, and bend up

Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.

Away, and mock the time with fairest show:

Falfe face must hide what the false heart doth know.

ACT II.

SCENE I. The fame. Court within the Caftle. Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE; 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 the goes down at twelve.
FLE. I take't, 'tis later, fir.

[heaven,

BAN. Hold, take my fword: There's husbandry in Their candles are all out: - Take thee that too. A heavy fummons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not fleep: Merciful powers, Restrain in me the curfed thoughts, that nature Gives way to in repose! Give me my fword; Enter MACBETH, and Servant with a Torch. Who's there?

MAC". A friend.

BAN. What, fir, not yet at reft? The king's a-bed: He hath to-night been in unusual pleasure,

And fent great largess to your officers :

This diamond he greets your wife withal,
By the name of most kind hostess; and's shut up
In measureless content.

29 fent forth great Largeffe to your Offices

MAC. Being unprepar'd,

Our will became the fervant to defe&t;
Which elfe fhould free have wrought.
BAN. All's very well.

I dreamt last night of the three weird fisters :
To you they have fhew'd fome truth.

MAC. I think not of them :

Yet, when we can intreat an hour to ferve,

We would spend it in some words upon that business, you would grant the time.

If

BAN. At your kind'ft leisure.

MAC. If you fhall cleave to my confent, when 'tis, It shall make honour for you.

BAN. So I lose none,

In feeking to augment it, but ftill keep

My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear,

I fhall be counsel'd.

MAC. Good repose, the while!

BAN. Thanks, fir; The like to you!

[Exeunt BANQUO, FLEANCE, and Servant.

MAC. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,

She ftrike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.

Is this a dagger, which I fee before me,

[Exit Servant.

The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee:

I have thee not; and yet I fee thee still.

Art thou not, fatal vision, fenfible

To feeling, as to fight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind; a falfe creation,
Proceeding from the heat oppreffed brain?
I fee thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw,