To's home before us: fair and noble Hoftefs, We are your guest to night. Lady. Your fervants ever Have theirs, themfelves, and what is theirs in compt, King. Give me your hand; Conduct me to mine Hoft, we love him highly; [Exeunt. Changes to an Apartment in Macbeth's Castle. Hautboys, Torches. Enter divers fervants with dishes and fervice over the ftage. Then Macbeth. Mach. It were done quickly: if th' affaffination F itwere done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well Could trammel up the confequence, and catch But here, upon this bank and school of time,] We fhould read, VOL. VII. And Pity, like a naked new-born babe, SCENE Enter Lady Macbeth. How now? what news? X. Lady. He's almost fupp'd; why have you left the chamber? Macb. Hath he afk'd for me? Lady. Know you not he has ? Macb. We will proceed no further in this business. He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Golden opinions from all fort of people, Which would be worn now in their newest glofs, Lady. Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dreft yourself? hath it flept fince? Mach. Pr'ythee, peace; I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Like the poor cat i'th Adage.] The Adage alluded to is, The Cat would catch Fish, but she dare not wet her Feet. Warb. Lady. Lady. What beaft was't then, That made you break this enterprize to me? As Macb. If we fhould fail,- But fcrew your courage to the sticking place, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep, (Whereto the rather fhall his day's hard journey Macb. Bring forth men-children only! Lady. Who dares receive it other, As we fhall make our griefs and clamour roar, Macb. I'm fettled, and bend up O 2 Each Each corporal agent to this terrible Feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show: Falfe face muft hide what the falfe heart doth know. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. A Hall in Macbeth's Cafle. Enter Banquo, and Fleance with a torch before him. BANQUO. HOW goes the night, boy? [clock. Fle. The moon is down: I have not heard the Ban. And fhe goes down at twelve. Fle. I take't, 'tis later, Sir. [heav'n, 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 Pow'rs! Restrain in me the curfed thoughts, that nature Gives way to in repose. Enter Macbeth, and a fervant with a torch. Ban. What, Sir, not yet at reft? the King's a-bed. He hath to night been in unusual pleasure, And fent great largefs to your officers; This diamond he greets your wife withal, Macb. Being unprepar'd, Our will became the fervant to defect; Ban. All's well. I dreamt laft night of the three weyward fifters: Macb. Macb. I think not of them; Yet, when we can intreat an hour to serve, Would spend it in fome words upon that businefs; If would grant the time. you Ban. At your kind leisure. Macb. If you fhall cleave to my confent, when 'tis, It fhall make honour for you. Ban. So I lofe none In feeking to augment it, but ftill keep Macb. Good repose the while! Ban. Thanks, Sir; the like to you. [Exeunt Banquo and Fleance. Macb. GO, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She ftrike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. [Exit Serv. Is this a dagger which I fee before me, [thee. The handle tow'rd my hand? come, let me clutch I have thee not, and yet I fee thee ftill. 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. Thou marshal'ft me the way that I was going; Mine eyes are made the fools o'th' other senses, * And on the blade of th❜dudgeon, †gouts of blood, And on thy blade and dudgeon, gouts of blood,] Certainly, if on the Blade, then on the Dudgeon; for Dudgeon fignifies a fmall Dagger. We fhould read therefore, And on the Blade of th' Dudgeont-gouts of blood] Or Drops, French. 3 Mr. Pope. |