Upon the fightless courfers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in ev'ry eye; That tears fhall drown the wind. I have no fpur Enter Lady Macbeth. How now? what news? Lady. He's almoft fupp'd; why have you left the chamber? Macb. Hath he afk'd for me? Lady. Know you not, he has? Mach. We will proceed no further in this business. Which would be worn now in their newest glofs, Lady. Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dreft your felf? hath it flept fince? I dare do all that may become a man ; Lady. What beaft was't then, That made you break this enterprize to me? How How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me- As Mach. If we fhould fail? But fcrew your courage to the sticking place, Mach. Bring forth men-children only! Lady. Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar, Mach. I'm fetled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible Feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show: Falfe face muft hide what the false heart doth know. ACT II. SCENE, A Hall in Macbeth's Caftle. Enter Banquo, and Fleance with a torch before him. H BANQU Ọ. OW goes the night, boy? Fle. The moon is down: I have not Ban. And the goes down at twelve. Ban. Hold, take my fword. There's husbandry in heav'n, Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too. Enter Macbeth, and a fervant with a torch Give me my fword: who's there? Macb. A friend. Ban. What, Sir, not yet at Reft? the King's a-bed. He hath to night been in unufual pleasure, And fent great largefs to your officers; This diamond he greets your wife withal, By the name of moft kind Hoftefs, and shut up Mach. Being unprepar'd, Our will became the fervant to defect; Ban. All's well. I dreamt last night of the three weird fifters: Το To you they've fhew'd fome truth. Mach. I think not of them; Yet when we can intreat an hour to ferve, Would spend it in fome words upon that business; Mach. If you fhall cleave to my confent, when 'tis, Ban. So I lose none In feeking to augment it, but still keep Mach. Good repose the while! Ban. Thanks, Sir; the like to you. [Exeunt Banquo, [and Fleance. Mach. Go, bid thy mistress, when my Drink is ready, . She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. Is this a dagger which I see before me, [Exit Servant. The handle tow'rd my hand? come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I fee thee still. Thou marshal'ft me the way that I was going; Mine eyes are made the fools o'th' other fenfes, Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er one half the world Whofe howl's his watch) thus with his ftealthy pace, 1 4 With Tarquin's ravishing ftrides, tow'rds his defign That fummons thee to heaven, or to hell Enter Lady. [Exit. Lady. That, which hath made them drunk, hath made me bold: What hath quench'd them, hath giv'n me fire. Hark! peace! It was the owl that fhriek'd, the fatal bell-man, Which gives the ftern'ft good-night-he is about it- Do mock their charge with fnores. I've drugg'd their That death and nature do contend about them, Enter Macbeth. Mach. Who's there? what ho? Lady. Alack! I am afraid, they have awak'd; -My husband! Mach. I've done the deed didft not thou hear a Lady. I heard the owl fcream, and the crickets cry. Mach. When? Lady. Now. Macb. As I defcended? Lady. |