Enter an Attendant. What is your tidings? Atten. The king comes here to-night. Thou'rt mad to say it. Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so, Would have inform'd for preparation. Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men Atten. So please you, it is true: our thane is But be the serpent under it. He that's coming Lady M. Give him tending: He brings great news. [Exit Attendant.] The raven himself is hoarse, That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, Must be provided for; and you shall put To alter favour ever is to fear. Only look up clear; [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-The Same. Before the Castle. Hautboys and Torches. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENOX, MACDUFF, ROSSE, 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 lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed, and procreant cradle; SCENE VII.-The Same. A Room in the Castle. Hautboys and Torches. Enter, and pass over the stage, a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and service. Then, enter MACBETH. Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: if the assassination That tears shall drown the wind.-I have no spur Enter LADY MACBETH. How now! what news? If we should fail-? Macb. Lady M. 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 limbeck 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 spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt Of our great quell? Macb. Bring forth men-children only! For thy undaunted mettle should compose Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd, When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy him. Ban. How goes the night, boy? Who's there? Macb. A friend. Ban. What, sir! not yet at rest? The king's a-bed: Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the He hath been in unusual pleasure, and clock. Ban. And she goes down at twelve. Fle. Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too. Sent forth great largess to your offices. |