I dreaint last night of the three weird sisters. Lady M. Alack! I am afraid they have awak',
To you they have show'd some truth.

And 'tis not done:—the attempt, and not the deed,
Macb. I think not of thein :

Confounds us :-Hark!-I laid their daggers Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,

ready, Would spend it in some words upon that business, He could not miss them.-Had he not resembled If you would grant the time.

My father as he slept, I had done't.-— My husband!
Ban. At your kind'st leisure.

Enter Mucbeth.
Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent, when Macb. I have done the deed :-Didst thou nor.
It shall make honour for you.

['tis,
hear a noise?

[cry. Ban. So I lose none,

Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets
In seeking to augment it, but still keep

Did not you speak ?
My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear,

Macb. When?
I shall be counsel'd.

Lady M. Now.
Macb. Good repose, the while !

Macb. As I descended ?
Ban. Thanks, sir; the like to you! Cerit Banquo. Lady M. Ay.
Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is Macb. Hark!-
ready,

Who lies i'the second chamber?
She strike upon thebell. Get thee to bed. [ezit Ser. Lady M. Donalbain.
Is this a dagger, which I see before me,

MIacb. This is a sorry sight. (looling on his hands.
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. [thee: Macb. There's one did laugh in 's sleep, and one
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible

cried, murder!

[them: To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but

That they did wake each other. I stood and heard
A dagger of the mind; a false creation,

But they did say their prayers, and address'd them
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? Again to sleep.
I see thee yet, in form as palpable

Lady M. There are two lody'd together. (other;
As this which now I draw.

Macb. One cried, God bless us! and, Amen, the
Tbou marshal'st me the way that I was going; As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands.
And such an instrument I was to use.

Listening their fear, I could not say, Amen,
Mine eyes are made the fools o'the other senses, When they did say, God bless us.
Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still ;

Lady M. Consider it not so deeply.
And on thy blade and dudgeon, gouts of blood,

Macb. But wherefore could I not pronounce,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing: I had most need of blessing, and amen [amen?
It is the bloody business, which informs

Stuck in my throat.
Thus to mine eyes.- Now o'er the one half world Lady M. These deeds must not be thought
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse After these ways; so, it will make us mad. (more!
The curtained sleep; now witchcraft celebrates Mucb. Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no
Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep;
Alarum'd by his centinel, the wolf, (pace, Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath;
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
design

Chief nourisher in life's feast;-
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Lady M. What do you mean? shouse.
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more! to all the
Thy very stones prate of my where-about, Glamis hath murder'd sleep; and therefore Cawdor
And take the present horror from the time, (lives; Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he Lady M. Who was it, that thus cried? Why,
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. worthy thane,

[a bell rings. You do unbend your noble strength, to think go, and it is done; the bell invites me.

So brain-sickly of things:-Go, get some water, Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell,

And wash this filthy witness from your hand.That summons thce to heaven or to hell! (exit. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? SCENE II.

They must lie there; go, carry them; and smear
Enter Lady Macbeth.

The sleepy grooms with blood.
Lady M. That, which hath made them drunk, Macb. I'll go no more.

hath made me bold: (Hark! Peace! I ain afraid to think what I have done;
What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire.-- Look on't again, I dare not.
It was the owl that shriek'd; that fatal bellman, Lady M. Infirm of purpose !
Which gives the stern'st good night. He is about it: Give me the daggers. The sleeping, and the dead,
The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhouder
Do mock their charge with snores. I have druggid That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,

I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,
That death and nature do contend about them, For it must seem their guilt. [exit. knocking withic.
Whether they live or dic.

Macb. Whence is that knocking?
Macb. [within.] Who's there what, ho! How is't with me, when every noise appals me?

1

THK SAME.

their possets,

What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine too strong for him, though he took up my lego
Willall great Neptune's ocean wash this blood [eyes. sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him,
Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will Macd. Is thy master stirring ?-
The multitudinous seas incarnardine, * (rather Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes.
Making the green-one red.

Enter Macbeth.
Re-enter Lady Macbeth.

Len. Good morrow, noble sir! Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but I Macb. Good morrow, both! shame

[knocking Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane? To wear a heart so white. (knock] I hear a Macb. Not yet. At the south entry ;-retire we to our chamber. Macd. He did command me to call timely on A little water clears us of this deed:

I have almost slipp'd the hour.

[him; How easy is it then! Your constancy

Macb. I'll bring you to him. Hath left you unattended.-[krocking.] Hark! Macd. I know, this is a joyful trouble to you; more knocking.

But yet, 'tis one. Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us, Macb. The labour we delight in, physics pais. And show us to be watchers.-Be not lost

This is the door. So poorly in your thoughts.

Macd. I'll male so bold to call, Dlacb. To know my deed,—'twero best not know For 'tis my limited service. (erit Macduff. myself.

[lenock Len. Goes the king Wakc Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would thou From hence to-day? could'st!

[ezeunt.

Macb. He does:-he did appoint it so.
SCENE III. TIIE SAME.

Len. The night has been unruly: where we lay, Enter a Porter. [knocking within. Our chimnies were blown down: and, as they say, Porter. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man Lamentings heard i'the air; strange screams of were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning And prophesying, with accents terrible, (death; the key. [knocking.] Knock, knock, knock: who's Of dire combustion, and confus'd events, there, i'the name of Belzebub? Here's a farmer, New hatch'd to the woeful time. The obscure bird that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty. Clamour'd the live-long night: some say, the earth Come in time; have napkins enough about you: Was feverous, and did shake. here you'll sweat for't. (knocking.) Knock, knock; Macb. 'Twas a rough night. who's there, i'the other devil's name? 'Faith, here's Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales A fellow to it. against either scale; who committed treason enough

Re-enter Macduff. for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven: Macd. O horror! horror! horror! Tongue, nor O, come in, equivocator. (knocking.] Knock, knock, Cannot conceive, nor name thee! {heart, knock: who's there? 'Faith, here's an English tailor Macb. 8 Len. What's the matter? come hither, for stealing out of a French hose : Macd. Confusion now hath made his mastercome in, tailor? here you may roast your goose. Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope [piece! (knocking.] Knock, knock: never at quiet! What The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence are you? But this place is too cold for hell. I'll The life o'the building. devil-porter it no further: I had thought to have Macb. What is't you say? the life? let in some of all professions, that go the primrose Len. Mean you his majesty?

[sight way to the everlasting bonfire. {knocking. ] Anon, Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your anon; I pray you, remember the porter.it With a new Gorgon:--do not bid me speak';

- Copens the gate. See, and then speak yourselves.---Awake! Enter Macduj and Lenox.

Awake! (exeunt Macbeth and Lenor. Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to Ring the alarum bell:-murder! and treason! 1 bed, that you do lie so late ?) et

Banquo, and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake! Port. 'Faith, sir, we-wero carousing till the Shake off this downy sleop, death's counterfeit, second cock: and drink, sir, is a great provoker And look on death itself!-up, up, and see of three things

The great doom's įmage! Malcolm! Banqyo!.. Macd. What three things does drink especially As from your graves rise up, and walklike sprights, provoke ?

To countenance this horror!

(bell rörgs. Port. Marry, sir, noso-painting, sleep, and urine.

Enter Lady Macbeth. Lechery, sir, it provokes and unprovokes: it pro. Lady M. What's the business, vokes the desire, but it takes away the performance: That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivo- The sleepers of the house! speak, speak! cator with lechery: it makes bins, and it mars Macd. O, gentle lady, bim; it sets him on, and it takes him off ; it per- 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak: in saades him, and disheartens him; makes him stand The repetition, in a woman's ear,'! to, and not stand to: in conclusion, equivocates Would murder as it fell.-- Banquo! Bangúo! him in a sleep, and, giving him the lio, leaves biın.

Enter Banquo. Macd. I believe, drink gave thee the lie lust night. Our royal master's murderid !

Port. That it did, sir, i'the very throat o'ıne : Lady M. Woe, alas! i bat I requited him for his lie; and, I think, being What, in our house ?

SCENE IV.

WITHOUT THE CASTLE.

Ban. Too cruel, any where.

There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in bloods Dear Duff, I pr’ythee, contradict thyself,

The nearer bloody.
And say, it is not so.

Mal. This murderous shaft that's shot,
Re-enter Macbeth and Lenox.

Hath not yet lighted ; and our safest way
Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, Is, to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse;
I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant, And let us uot be dainty of leave-taking,
There's nothing serious in mortality :

But shift away. There's warrant in that theft All is but toys; renown, and grace, is dead; Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lecs

[ereunt. Is left this vault to brag of. Enter Malcolm and Donalbain.

Enter Rosse and an old Man. Don. What is amiss ?

Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember well: Macb. You are, and do not know it;

Within the volume of which time I have seen The spring, the head, the fountain, of your blood Hours dreadful, and things strange; but this soro Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd. Hath trifled former knowings.

(night Macd. Your royal father's murder’d.

Rosse. Ah, good father,

fact, Mal. O, by whom ?

[done't: Thou see'st, the heavens, as troubled with man's Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had | Threaten his bloody stage; by the clock, 'tis day, Their hands and faces were all badg’d with blood, And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp: So were their daggers, which, unwip'd, we found Is it night's predominance, or the day's shame, Upon their pillows:

That darkness does the face of earth eutomb, They star'd, and were distracted; no man's life When living light should kiss it? Was to be trusted with them.

Old M. 'Tis unnatural, Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury,

Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last, That I did kill them.

A falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place, Macd. Wherefore did you so? [curious, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at, and kill'd. Mucb. Who can be wise, amaz’d, temperate, and

Rosse. And Duncan's horses (a thing most Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man:

strange and certain,) The expedition of my violent love

Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Out-ran the pauser, reason.--Here lay Duncan, Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood; Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature, War with mankind. For ruin's wasteful entrance; there, the murderers, Old M. 'Tis said, they eat each other. [eyes, Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers Rosse. They did so; to the amazement of mine Unmannerly breech'd with gore. Who could That look'd upon't. Here comes the good MacThat had a heart to love, and in that heart (refrain, duff: Enter Macduff Courage, to make his love known?

How goes the world, sir, now? Lady M. Help me hence, ho!

Macd. Why, sce you not ?

(deed? Macd. Look to the lady.

Rosse. Is't known who did this more than bloody Mal. Why do we hold our tongues,

Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain.
That most may claim this argument for ours ? Rosse. Alas, the day!
Don. What should be spoken here,

What good could they pretend ?
Where our fate, hid within an augre-hole,

Macd. They were suborn'd: May rush, and seize us? Let's away; our tears Malcolm, and Donalbain, the king's two sons, Are not yet brew'd.

Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them Mal. Nor our strong sorrow on

Suspicion of the deed.
The foot of motion.

Rosse. 'Gainst nature still:
Ban. Look to the lady:-- [Lady M. carried out. Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up
And when we have our naked frailties hid,

Thine own life's means!—Then 'tis most like, That suffer in exposure, let us meet,

The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth. And question this most bloody piece of work, Macd. He is already nam'd; and gone to Scone, To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us: To be invested. In the great hand of God I stand; and thence, Rosse. Where is Duncan's body? Against the undivulg'd pretence I fight

Macd. Carried to Colmes-kill; Of treasonous malice.

The sacred storehouse of his predecessors, Macb. And so do I.

And guardian of their bones. All. So all.

Rosse. Will you to Scone ? Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness, Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife. And meet i'the hall together

Rosse. Well, I will thither. (-adieu! Al. Well contented. (ez. all but Malc. and Don. Macd. Well, may you see things well done there;

Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort with Lest our old robes sit easier than our new! To show an unfelt sorrow, is an office (thein. Rosse. Father, farewell.

(thoso Which the false man does casy: I'll to England. Old M. God's benison go with you; and with

Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune That would make good of bad, and friends of foes! Shall keep us both the safer; where we are,

[ereunto

SCENE I.

FORES,

A ROOM IN THE PALACC.

ACT III.

To act in safety. There is none, but he,
Enter Bunquo.

Whose being I do fear : and, under him,
Ban. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, My genius is rebuk'd ; As, it is said, [sisters
As the weird women promis'd; and, I fcar, (all, Mark Anthony's was by Cæsar. He chid the
Thou play'dst most foully for't: yet it was said, When first they put the name of king upon me,
It should not stand in thy posterity;

And bade them speak to him; then, prophet-like, But that myself should be the root and father They hail'd him father to a line of kings ; Of many kings. If there come truth from them, Upon my head they plac'd a fruitless crown, (As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine,) And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Why, by the verities on thee made good,

Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, May they not be my oracles as well,

No son of mine succeeding. If it be so,
And set me up in hope? But, hush; no niore. For Banquo's issue have I fill'd my mind;
Senet sounded. Enter Macbeth, as king; Lady For them the gracious Duncan have I murderd;

Macbeth, as queen; Lenor, Rosse, Lords, Put rancours in the vessel of my pence
Ladies, and Attendants.

Only for them; and mine eternal jewel
Macb. Here's our chief guest.

Given to the common enemy

of

man, Lady M. If he had been forgotten,

To inake them kings, the seed of Banquo, kings! It had been as a gap in our great least,

Rather than so, comc, Fate, into the list, And all things unbecoming.

And champion mc to the utterance !- Who's Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir, there? And I'll request your presence.

Re-enter Allendant, with two Murderers. Ban. Let your highness

Now to the door, and stay there till we call. [exit At. Command upon me; to the which, my duties Was it not yesterday we spoke together? Are with a most indissoluble tie

1 Mur. It was, so please your highness. For ever knit.

Macb. Well then, now Macb. Ride you this afternoon ?

Have you consider'd of my speeches? Know, Ban. Ay, my good lord.

[advice That it was he, in the times past, which held you Macb. We should have else desir'd your good So under fortune; which, you thought, had been (Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,) | Our innocent self: this I made good to you In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow. In our last conference; pass'd in probation with you, Is't far

you
ride?

How you were borne in hand; how cross'd; the Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time instruments;

might, Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the Who wrought with them; and all things else, that I must become a borrower of the night, (better, To half a soul, and a notion craz'd, For a dark hour or twain.

Say, thus did Banquo. Macb. Fail not our feast.

1 Mur. You made it known to us. Ban. My lord, I will not.

Macb. I did so; and went further, which is vous Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd Our point of second meeting. Do you find In England, and in Ireland; not confessing Your patience so predominant in your nature, Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers That you can let this go? Are you so gospellid, With strange invention: But of that to-morrow; To pray for this good man, and for his issue, When, therewithal, we shall have cause of state, Whosc heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave, Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: Adieu, And beggar'd yours for ever? 'Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you? 1 Mur. We are men, my liege. Ban. Ay, my good lord : our time does call Macb. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; (curs,

(foot ; | As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, - Macb. I wish your horses swift, and sure of Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are clep'd And sn I do commend you to their backs, All by the name of dogs: the valued file Farewell.

[exit Banquo. Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, Let every man be master of his time

The house-keeper, the hunter, every one 'Till seven at night; to make society

According to the gift which bounteous nature The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself (you. Hath in him clos'd; whereby he does receive Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with Particular addition, from the bill

[exeunt Lady Macbeth, Lords, Ladies, &c. That writes them all alike: and so of men Sirrah, a word. Attend those men our pleasure? Now, if you have a station in the file,

Atten. They are, my lord, without the palace gate. And not in the worst rank of manhood, say it; Macb. Bring them before us.—[exit Atten.) To And I will put that business in your besoins, be thus is nothing :

Whose cxecution takes your enemy off ;
But to be safely thus:-Our fears in Banquo Grapples you to the heart and love of us,
Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature [dares: Who wear our health but sickly in his life
Reigns that, which would be fear'd: 'Tis much he Which in his death were perfect.
And, to that dauntless tempor of his mind,

2 Mur. I am one, my liege, He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour Whom the vile blows and buffets of the work!

upon us.

Have su incens'd, that I am reckless what Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace, I do, to spite the world.

Than on the torture of en, mind to lie 1 Mur. And I another,

In restless ecstacy.

Duscan is in his grave; So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well; That I would set my life on any chance,

Treason has done his worst: nur steel, nor poison, To mend it, or be rid on't.

Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Macb. Both of you

Can touch hinn further! Know, Banquo was your enemy.

Lady M. Come on; 2 Mur. True, my lord.

(tance, Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks ; Macb. So is he mine: and in such bloody dis- Be bright and jovial ’mong your guests to-night. That every minute of his being thrusts

Macb. So shall I, love, and so, I pray, be you: Against my near'st of life: and though I could Let your remembrance apply to Banquo; With barefac'd power sweep him from my sight, Present him eininence, both with eye and tongue: And bid my will avouch it; yet I must not, Unsafe the while, that we For certain friends that are both his and mine, Must lave our honours in these flattering streams; Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall And make our faces vizards to our hearts, Whom I myself struck down : and thence it is, Disguising what they ar That I to your assistance do inake love;

Lady M. You must leave this. (wife! Masking the business from the common eye, Macb. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear For sundry weighty reasons.

Thou know'st, that Banquo and his Fleance live. 2 Mur. We shall, my lord,

Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not eterne. Perform what you command us.

Macb. There's comfort yet; they are assailable; 1 Mur. Though our lives.

Then, be thou jocund: Ere the bat hath Gown Macb. Your spirits shine through you. Within His cloister'd Hight; ere, to black Hecate's sumthis hour, at most,

mons, I will advise you where to plar.t yourselves. The shard-borne beetle, with his drowsy hums, Acquaint you with the perfect spy o'the time, Hath rung night's yawning peal, there sha'l be The moment on't; for't must be done to-night, A deed of dreadful note.

[lone And something from the palace; always thought Lady M. What's to be done? That I require a clearness : and with him,

Macb. Be innocent of the knowleage, dearest (To leave no rubs, nor botches, in the work,)

chuck, Fleance, his son, that keeps him company,

'Till thou aud the deed. Come, sealing night, Whose absence is no less material to me

Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; Than is his father's, inust embrace the fate And, with thy bloody and invisible hand, Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart; Cancel, and tear to pieces, that great bond I'll come to you anon.

Which keeps me pale.-Light thickens; and the 2 Mur. We are resolv'd, my lord.

Makes wing to the rooky wood:

[Crow Macb. I'll call upon you straight; abide within. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; It is concluded :- -Banquo, thy soul's flight, Whiles night's black agents to their prey do rouse. If it find heaven, must find it out to-night. [exeunt. Thou marvell'st at my words; but hold thee still;

Things, bad begun, make strong themselves by ill: Enter Lady Macbeth, and a Servant. So, prythce, go with me.

[exeunt Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court ?

SCENE III. THE SAME. A PARK OR LAWN, WITH Serv. Ay, madam, but returns again to-night. Lady M. Say to the king, I would attend his

Enter three Murderers. for a few words.

[leisure 1 Mur. But who did bid thee join with us? Serv. Madam, I will.

[exit. 3 Mur. Macbeth. Lady M. Nought's had, all's spent,

2 Mur. He needs not our mistrust; since he Where our desire is got without content:

delivers 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy,

Our offices, and what we have to do,
Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy. To the direction just.
Enter Macbeth,

1 Mur. Then stand with us.
How now, my lord? why do you keep alone, The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day
Of sortiest fancies your companions, making? (died Now spurs the lated traveller apace,
Using those thoughts, which should indeed have To gain the timely.inn; and near approaches
With them they think on? Things, without remedy, The subject of our watch..
Should be without regard: what's done, is done. 3 Mur. Hark! I hear horses.

Macb. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it; Ban, (within) Give us a light there, bo! She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice 2 Mur. Then it is he; the rest. Remains in danger of her former tooth.

That are within the note of expectation, But let

Already are i'the court, The frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, 1 Mur. His horses go about, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep 3 Mur. Almost a mile: but he does asually In the affliction of these terrible dreams,

So all men do, from hence to the palace gates; That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, Mlako It their walk.

SCENE 11. THE SAME. ANOTHER ROOM.

A GATE LEADING TO THE PALACE.