Thou marshal'ft me the way that I was going;
And fuch an inftrument I was to use.

Mine eyes are made the fools o'the other senses,
Or else worth all the reft: I fee thee ftill;
And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood,
Which was not fo before. There's no fuch thing:
It is the bloody business, which informs

Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one half world
Nature feems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd fleep: now witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecat's offerings; and wither'd murther,
Alarum'd by his centinel, the wolf,

Whose howl's his watch, thus with his ftealthy pace,
With Tarquin's ravishing ftrides, towards his defigh
Moves like a ghoft. Thou fure and firm-fet earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very ftones prate of my where-about,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now fuits with it. While I threat, he lives:
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
That fummons thee to heaven, or to hell.

SCENE II. The fame.
Enter Lady MACBETH.

[Bell rings.

[Exit.

[me bold;

L. M'. That which hath made them drunk, hath made What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire: - Hark! It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bell-man, [-Peace; Which gives the ftern'ft good-night. He is about it: The doors are open; and the furfeited grooms

14 fides 15 Thou fowre and 16 which they may walke

Do mock their charge with fnores: I have drug'd their That death and nature do contend about them, [poffets, Whether they live, or dye.

Enter MACBETH.

MAC. Who's there? what, ho!

L. M. Alack, I am afraid they have awak'd, And 'tis not done; the attempt, and not the deed, Confounds us :- Hark! I lay'd their daggers ready, He could not mifs them. Had he not resembl'd

My father as he flept, I had don't. My husband? [noise? MAC". I have done the deed: Didft thou not hear a L. Mo. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry. Did not you speak?

MAC. When?

L. Mo. Now.

MAC. As I defcended?

L. M. Ay.

MAC. Hark! - Who lies i'the fecond chamber?
L.Mb. Donalbain.

MAC. This is a forry fight. [looking on bis Hands.
L. M. A foolish thought, to fay a forry fight. [murther!
MAC. There's one did laugh in his fleep, and one cry'd,
That they did wake each other; I ftood and heard them:
But they did fay their prayers, and addrest them
Again to fleep.

L. M. There are two lodg'd together.

MAC. One cry'd, God bless us! and, Amen, the other; As they had feen me, with these hangman's hands, Lift'ning their fear. I could not fay, amen,

When they did fay, God bless us.

L. M. Confider it not fo deeply.

MAC. But wherefore could not I pronounce, amen?

I had moft need of bleffing, and amen

Stuck in my throat.

L. M'. These deeds must not be thought on After these ways; fo, it will make us mad.

MAC. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more! Macbeth does murther fleep, the innocent fleep; Sleep, that knits up the ravel'd fleeve of care, The death of each day's life, fore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's fecond course, Chief nourisher in life's feaft;

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L.M. What do you mean?

MAC'. Still it cry'd, Sleep no more! to all the house: Glamis bath murder'd Sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall fleep no more, Macbeth fhall fleep no more.

[thane, L.M. Who was it, that thus cry'd? Why, worthy You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brain-fickly of things: Go, get fome water, And wash this filthy witnefs from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They muft lye there: Go, carry them; and smear The fleepy grooms with blood.

MAC. I'll go no more:

I am afraid, to think what I have done;

Look on't again, I dare not.

L. M. Infirm of purpose!

Give me the daggers: The fleeping, and the dead, Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood,

That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,

I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,

For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking within. MAC. Whence is that knocking!

How is't with me, when every noise appalls me ?

What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine eyes!
Will all great Neptune's ocean wath this blood
Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather
The multitudinous feas incarnadine,

Making the green one red.

Re-enter Lady MACBETH.

L. M3. My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart fo white. [Knock.] I hear a knocking At the fouth entry: retire we to our chamber :

A little water clears us of this deed:

How easy is it then? Your conftancy

[ing:

Hath left you unattended. [Knock.] Hark! more knock-
Get on your night-gown, left occasion call us,
And fhew us to be watchers: Be not loft

So poorly in your thoughts.

MAC. To know my deed, -'Twere beft not know

[myfelf.

[Knocking.

Wake,Duncan, with this knocking :'Would thou could'ft!

SCENE III. The fame.

Enter a Porter.

[Exeunt.

Por. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man were porter of hell gate, he fhould have old turning the key. [Knock.] Knock, knock, knock: Who's there, i'the name of Belzebub ? Here's a farmer, that hang'd himself on the expectation of plenty : come in time; have napkins enough about you, here you'll fweat for't. [Knock.] Knock, knock: Who's there, i'the other devil's name? 'Faith, here's an equivocator, that could fwear in both the scales against either fcale; who committed treason enough for God's fake, yet could not equivocate to hea

18 with thy knocking

ven: o, come in, equivocator. [Knock.] 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 roaft your goofe. [Knock.] 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 fome of all profeffions, that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. [Knock.] Anon, anon; I pray you, remember the porter. [opens.

Enter MACDUFF, and LENOX. MAC. Was it fo late, friend, ere you went to bed, That you do lye fo late?

Por. 'Faith, fir, we were carowsing 'till the second cock and drink, fir, is a great provoker of three things.

MAC. What three things does drink especially pro

voke?

Por. Marry, fir, nose-painting, fleep, and urine. Lechery, fir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance: Therefore, much drink may be faid to be an equivocator with lechery it makes him, and it mars him; it fets him on, and it takes him off; it perfuades him, and difheartens him; makes him ftand to, and not stand to: in conclusion, equivocates him in a fleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.

:

MAC. I believe, drink gave thee the lie last night. Por. That it did, fir, i'the very throat o'me: But I requited him for his lie; and, I think, being too strong for him, though he took up my legs fometime, yet I

made a fhift to caft him.

Mac". Is thy mafter stirring?