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. M. 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- So poorly in your thoughts. MAC. To know my deed,-"Twere beft not know [myfelf. [Knocking. [Exeunt. Wake, Duncan, with this knocking :'Would thou could'f! SCENE III. The fame. Enter a Porter. 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 fcales 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 LENOXx. 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 provoke? 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 laft 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? And fay, it is not fo. Re-enter MACBETH, and LENOX. MAC. Had I but dy'd an hour before this chance, I had liv'd a bleffed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing ferious in mortality: All is but toys: renown, and grace, is dead; Enter MALCOLM, and DONALBAIN. DON. What is amifs? MAC. You are, and do not know't : The fpring, the head, the fountain of your blood MAC. Your royal father's murther'd. LEN. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had don't: MAC. O, yet I do repent me of my fury, That I did kill them. MACd. Wherefore did you fo? [rious, MAC'. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temperate, and fu Loyal, and neutral, in a moment? No man : Out-ran the pauser reason. Here lay Duncan, And his gafh'd ftabs look'd like a breach in nature, That had a heart to love, and in that heart [feeming to faint. [gather about ber. MAL. Why do we hold our tongues, MAL. Nor our strong sorrow Upon the foot of motion. BAN. Look to the lady. [L. MACBETH is carry'dout. And when we have our naked frailties hid, That fuffer in exposure, let us meet, And question this most bloody piece of work, Of treasonous malice. MACd. And fo do I. all. So all. MAC. Let's briefly put on manly readiness, And meet i'the hall together. all. Well contented. [Exeunt MAC. BAN. MAC. LEN. &c. MAL. What will you do? Let's not confort with them: To fhew an unfelt forrow, is an office Which the falfe man does easy: I'll to England. DON. To Ireland, I; our feparated fortune Shall keep us both the fafer: where we are, The nearer bloody. MAL. This murtherous shaft that's fhot, SCENE IV. The fame. Without the Caftle. o. m. Three-fcore and ten I can remember well: Ros. Ah, good father, Thou feeft, the heavens, as troubl'd with man's act, o. m. 'Tis unnatural, Even like the deed that's done. On tuesday laft, Was by a mousing owl hawkt at, and kill'd. [certain) o. m. 'Tis faid, they eat each other. Ros. They did fo; to the amazement of mine eyes, 17 Threatens 30 with Mankinde |