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Before MACBETH's castle. Hautboys and torches. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM,
DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENNOX, MACDUFF, Ross, ANGUS, and Attendants.
Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. Ban.
This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle: Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, The air is delicate.
Enter LADY MACBETH. Dun.
See, see, our honour'd hostess ! The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you How you shall bid God 'ild us for your pains, And thank us for
trouble. LADY M.
All our service In every point twice done and then done double Were poor and single business to contend Against those honours deep and broad wherewith Your majesty loads our house : for those of old, And the late dignities heap'd up to them, We rest your hermits. Dun.
Where's the thane of Cawdor?
We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose
Your servants ever
Give me your hand;
Servants with dishes and service, and pass over the
But in these cases We still have judgement here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other.
Enter LADY MACBETH.
How now! what news?
left the chamber?
you MacB. We will proceed no further in this business: He hath honour'd me of late ; and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon. LADY M.
Was the hope drunk
not he has ?
Es host door Dunca
Wherein you dress’d yourself? hath it slept since ?
What beast was't, then,
you break this enterprise to me?
you durst do it, then you were a man;
Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know
If we should fail ?
We fail !
And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep-
Bring forth men-children only; For thy undaunted mettle should
compose Nothing but males. Will it not be received, When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two Of his own chamber and used their very daggers, That they have done't? LADY M.
Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Upon his death? МАСв. .
I am settled, and bend up 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.