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your hand;

Macb. \ It were done quickly: if th' assassination

To's home before us: fair and noble Hostess,
We are your guest to night.

Lady. Your servants ever
Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs in compt,
To make their audit at your Highness' pleasure,
Still to return your own.

King. Give me your
Conduct me to mine Host, we love him highly ;
And shall continue our graces towards lim.
By your leave, Hostess.

Changes to an Apartment in Macbeth's Castle.
Hautboys, Torches. Enter divers servants with dishes

and service over the stage. Then Macbeth.

F it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With its furcease, success; that but this blow
Might be the Be-all and the End-all. Here.
* But here, upon this Bank and Shelve of time,
We'd jump the life to come.—But, in these cases,
We still have judgment here, that we but teach
Bloody instructions; which, being taught, return
To plague th'inventor. Even-handed justice
Returns th'Ingredients 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 Thould against his murd'rer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne 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;
* But here, upon this bank and school of time,] We should read,

Shelve of Time. Mr. Theobald reads, Shoal.
Vol. VII.



And Pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heav'n's cherubin hors d
Upon the fightless coursers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in ev'ry eye;
That tears shall drown the wind- I have no spur
To prick the fides of my intent, but only
Vaulting Ambition, which o'er-leaps itself,
And falls on th' other

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Enter Lady Macbeth.
How now? what news ?
Lady. He's almost fupp'd; why have you left the

Macb. Hath he ask'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 sort of people,
Which would be worn now in their newest glofs,
Not cast aside so soon.

Lady. Was the hope drunk,
Wherein you drest yourself? hath it flept since ?
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely ? from this time,
Such I account thy love. Art thou afraid
To be the same in thine own act and valour,
As thou art in desire ? would'st thou have That,
Which thou esteem'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 th' Adage.

Macb. Prythee, 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.



Lady. What beast was't then,
That made you break this enterprize to me?


durft do it, then you were a man; And (to be more than what you were) you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place Did then cohere, and yet you would make both: They've made themselves; and that their fitness now Do's unmake you. I have given fuck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluckt my nipple from his boneless gums, , And dasht the drains out, had I but so sworn As you

have done to this. Macb. If we should fail,

Lady. We fail :
But screw 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 wassel so convince,
That memory (the warder of the brain)
Shall be a fume; and the receipt of reason
A limbec only ; when in swinish sleep
Their drenched natures lie as in a death,
What cannot you and I perform upon
Th'unguarded Duncan? what not put upon
His fpungy officers, who shall bear the guilt
Of our great quell?

Macb. Bring forth men-children only!
For thy undaunted metal should compose
Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd,
When we have mark’d with blood those sleepy two
Of his own chamber, and us'd their very daggers,
That they have don't?

Lady. Who dares receive it other,
As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar,
Upon his death?
Macb. I'm settled, and bend up


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Each corporal agent to this terrible Feat.
Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.



A Hall in Macbeth's Castle. Enter Banquo, and Fleance with a torch before him.

Here are smbonis down? Í have not heard the

Ban. And she goes down at twelve.
Fle. I take't, 'tis later, Sir.

Ban. Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in
Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too.
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,
And yet I would not sleep: Merciful Pow'rs!
Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature
Gives way to in repose.

Enter Macbeth, and a servant with a torch. Give me my sword : who's there?

Macb. A friend.

Ban. What, Sir, not yet at reft? the King's a-bed.
He hath to night been in unusual pleasure,
And sent great largess to your officers ;
This diamond he greets your wife withal,
By the name of most kind Hoftess, and shut up
In measureless content.

Macb. Being unprepar'd,
Our will became the servant to defect;
Which else should free have wrought.

Ban. All's well.
I dreamt last night of the three weyward sisters :
To you they've Thew'd some truth.


Macb. I think not of them ;
Yet, when we can intreat an hour to serve,
Would spend it in some words upon that businefs ;
If you would grant the time.
Ban. At


kind leisure.
Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis,
It shall make honour for

Ban. So I lose none
In seeking to augment it, but still keep
My bosom franchis’d and allegiance clear,
I thall be counsell’d.

Macb. Good repose the while !
Ban. Thanks, Sir ; the like to you.

[Exeunt Banquo and Fleance.

Macb. O,



drink is


She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. (Exit Sero.
Is this a dagger which I see before me, [thee.
The handle tow’rd my hand? come, let me clutch
I have thee not, and yet I see thee ftill.
Art thou not, fatal Vision, sensible
To feeling as to fight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.-
Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going :
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o'th other senses,
Or else worth all the rest - I see thee still ;
*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 fignifics a small Dagger. We should read therefore,

And on the Blade of th' Dudgeont-gouts of blood] Or Drops, French.

Mr. Pope


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