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Lady. A foolish thouglit, to say a sorry sight. A little water clears us of this deed: Míacb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and How easy is it then! Your constancy one cry'd, murder !

[them Aath left you unattended.-Hark! inore knockThat they did wake each other; I stood and heard

ing :

[Knock. But they did say their prayers; and address'u them 5 Get on your night-gown,lest occasion call us, Again to sleep.

And shew us to be watchers ;-Be not lost Ludy. There are two lodg’d together.

So poorly in your thoughts. Macb. One cry'd, God bless us! and Amen, lasb. To know my deed,—'Twere best not the other;

know myself".

[Knock. As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands, 10 Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would, thou Listening their fear'. I could not say, Amen,


[Excurt. When they did say, God bless us.

III. Lady. Consider it not so deeply.


(Amen! Macb. But wherefore could not I


Enter a Porter. I had most need of blessing, and Amen


{Knocking Within.] Por. Here's a knockStuck in my throat.

ing, indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he Lady. These deeds must not be thought should have old turning the hey: [knock. ]Knock, After these ways ; so, it will make us mad.

knock, knock : Who's there, i' the name of BelMucb. Methought I heard a voice cry, “Sleep zebub? Here's a farmer, that hang’d himself on

no more! “ Macbeth does murdersleep, the innocent sleep; napkins' enough about you ; here you'll sweat

20 the expectation of plenty: come in time ; have “Sleep thatknits up the raveli'd sleave 2 of care, « The death of each dav's life, sore labour's bath,

for't. [Knock.] Knock, knock : Who's there i'the

Jother devil's name'Faith, here's an equivocator', “ Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, that could swear in both the scales against either “ Chief nourisher in life's feast;"

25 scale ; who committed treason enough for God's Lady. What do you mean?


sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven: oh, Mucb. Still it cry'd, “Sleep no more!" to all the

come in, equivocator. [Knock.] Knock, knock, “Glamis hath murder'd sleep;and thereforeCawdor knock: Who's there? 'Faith, here's an English "Shallsleep no more, Macbethshallsleep nomore!" Lady. Who was it, that thus cry'd? Why, wor-30 hose: come in, taylor ; here you may roast your

taylor come hither, for stealing out of a French thy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think

goose. [Knock.] knock, knock: never at quiet! So brain-sickly of things:-Go, get some water,

What are you? But this place is too cold for hell.

I'll devil porter it no further: I had thought to And wash this filthy witness from your hand.-- have let in some of all professions, that go the Why did

you bring these daggers from the place: 35 primrose way, to the everlasting bonfire.[Knock.] They must lie there: Go, carry them; and smear

Anon, anon; I pray you, remember the porter. The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more:

Enter Macduff, and Lenor. I am afraid to think what I have done ;

Macd. Was't so late, friend, ere you went to bed, Look on't again, I dare not.

40 That you do lie so late? Lady. Intirm of purpose!

Por. 'Fath, sir, we were carousing 'till the se Give me the daggers: The sleeping, and the dead, cond cock: and drink, sir, is a great provoker of Are but as pictures: 'tis the eve oi childhood,

three things. That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, Macd. What three things doth drink especially I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,

45 provoke? For it must seem their guilt. [Erit. Knocking Por: Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine.

Mlach. Whence is that knocking ? [within. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it How is't with me, when ev'ry noise appals me? provokes the desire, but it takes away the perWhat hands are here? Ja! they pluck out mine formance: Therefore, much drink may be said to eyes !

50be an equivocator with Jechery: it makes him, Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood and it mars him ; it sets him on, and it takes him Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will ra- oft; it persuades him, and disheartens him; makes The multitudinouis seas ? incarnarline, [ther him stand to, and not stand to : in conclusion, Making the green--one red.

equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving hin the Re-enter Lada l'uchith.

55 lie, leaves him. Judy. My hands are of your colour ; but I shame Alacd. I believe, drink gave thee the lie last To wear a heart so wliite. I hear a knocking night.

[Knock. Por. That it did, sir, i'the very throat o' me: At the south entry :-retire we to our chamber : but I requited him for his lie ; and I think, being " That is, listening to their four.

2 A skein of silk is called a sleare of silk. 3 To incarnar. dine, is to stain any thing of a flesh colour, or red. * i. e. while I have the thoughts of this deed, it were best not know, or be lost to, myself. Si. e, handkerchiefs. • Meaning, a jesuit; an order so troublesome to the state in queen Elizabeth and king James the first's time; the inventors of the execrable doctrine of equivocation.

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too strong for bim, though he took up my legs Bell rings. Enter Lady Macbeth. sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him.

Lady. What's the business, Dacd. Is thiy master stirring?

That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes. The sleepers of the house? speak, speak,Len. Good-morrow, noble sir !


Macd: 0, gentle lady,

'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak: Enter Macbeth.

The repetition in a woman's ear, Macb. Good-morrow, both!

Would murder as it fell.–0 Banquo! Banquo! Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane?

Enter Banquo. Macb. Not yet.

[him; 10 Our royal master's murder'd! Macd. He did command me to call timely on Lady. Woe, alas! I have almost slipt the hour.

What, in our house?
Macb. I'll bring you to him.

Bun. Too cruel, any where.
Mucd. I know, this is a joyful trouble to you; Dear Dutf, I pr’ythee, contradict thyself,
But yet, 'tis one.

15 And say, it is not so. Much. The labour we delight in, physicks pain.

Re-enter Macbeth and Lenor. This is the door.

Macb.Had I butdy'd an hour beforethis chance Macd. I'll make so bold to call,

I had liv'd a blessed time; for, froin this instaut For 'tis iny limited ? service. (Exit Macduy There's nothing serious in mortality: Len. Goes the king hence to-day?

20 All is but toys: renown and grace is dead; Macb. He does : he did appoint so.

The wine ot lite is drawn, and the mere lees Len. The night has been uuruly: Where we lay, Is left this vault to brag of. Our chimneys were blown down: and, as they say,

Enter Malcolm and Donalbain. Lamentings beard i' the air; strange screams of Don. What is amiss? And prophesying with accents terrible, [death:25. Mucb. You are, and do not know it: Of dire combustion, and confus'd events, The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood New hatch'd to the woeful time: The obscure bird is stopt; the very source of it is stopt. Clamour'd the live-long night: some say the earth Alucd. Your royal father's murder'd. Was feverous, and did shake.

Mal. Oh, by whom?

(don't: Mach. 'Twas a rouglı night.

30 Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had Len. My young remembrance cannot paralle Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood, A fellow to it.

So were their daggers, which, unwiped, we found Re-enter Mac:luff.

pontheir pillows; they star'dand were distracted; Macd. O horror! horror! horror! Tongue No man's lite was to be trusted with them. nor heart

35 Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury, Cannot conceive, nor name thee!

That I did kill them.
Mucb. and Len. What's the matter? [piece! Macd. Wherefore did you so?

Mucd. Confusion now hath made his master- Macb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temperate, Most sacrilegious murder hath brok. ope

and furious, The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence 40 Loyal and neutral in a moment? No man: The life o' the building.

The expedition of my violent love Macb. What is't you say? the life?

Out-ran the pauser reason.--Here lay Duncan, Len. Mean his majesty ?

[sight Ais silver skin lac'd with his golden blood; Macd. Approach tbechainber, and destroy your And his gash'd stabs look'd like abreach in nature, With a new Gorgon:-Do not bid me speak; 145 for ruin's wasteful entrance: there the murderers See, and then speak yourselves.--Awake! awake!-- Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers

[Excunt Vacbeth and Lenor. Cnmannerly breech'd' with gore: Who could Ring the alarum-bell:~Murder! and treason !

Banquo, and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake! That had a heart to love, and in that heart
Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, 50 Courage, to make his love known?
And look on death itself !-up, up, and see

Lady. Help me hence, ho !
The great doom's image!—Malcolin! Banquo ! Alucd. Look to the lady.
As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprights, Mul. Why do we hold our tongues,
To countenance this horror!-Ring the bell. (That most may claim this argument for ours?

* To cast him up, to ease my stomach of him. ?i. e. appointed. "Upon this passage, which has been deemed the crur criticorum, almost every cominentator has differed in opinion. Dr. Johnson proposes, instead of breeched, to read, drenched with gore. Dr. Warburton thinks reeched (i. e. soiled with a dark yellow) should be substituted for brecched, as well as unnunty for unmannerly. Mr. Steevens supposes, that the expression may mean, that the daggers were covered with blood quite to their breeches, i. e. their hilts or handles; the lower end of a cannon being called the breech of it. Warton pronounces, that whether the word which follows be reech'd, breech'd, hatch'd, or drenchd, he is at least of opinion, that unmannerly is the genuine reading, which he construes to mean unseemly. Dr. Farmer says, that the sense in plain language is, Daggers filthilyin a foul munner-sheath'd with blood.B b 2



Don. What should be spoken here,

(That darkness does the face of earth intomb, Where our fate, hid within an augre-hole, When living light should kiss it? May rush, and seize us? Let's away, our tears

Old Mun. 'Tis unnatural, Are not yet brew'd.

Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last, Mal. Nor our strong sorrow

5 A faulcon, towring in her pride of place, Upon the foot of niotion.

Was by a mousing ourl hawk'd at, and kird. Ban. Look to the lady:

Rosse. And Duncan's horses, (a thing most And when we have our naked frailtics' hid,

strange, and certain) That suffer an exposure, let us meet,

Beauteous, and swift, the minions of their race, And question this most bloody piece of work, 10 Turu'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, ilunt out, To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us: Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would In the great hand of God I stand; and, thence, Make war with mankind. Against the undivulg'd pretenceI light

Old Man. 'Tis said, they eat each other. [eyes, Of treasonous malice.

Rosse. They did so; to ihe amazement of mine Macb. And so do I.

15 That look'd upon't. Here coipes the good Macduti:All. So all.

Enter Macduft
Maeb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness,
And ineet i' the hall together.

How goes the world, sir, now?
All. Well contented.

Macd. Why, see you not?

Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort with 20 Rosse. Is't known, whodid this more than bloody
To shew an unfelt sorrow is an ottice [them : Mucd. Those that Macbeth bath slain.
Which the false man does easy: I'll to England.

Rosse. Alas, the day! Don. To Ireland, 1; our separated fortune

What good could they pretendó? Shall keep us both the safer: where we are,

Macd. They were suborn'd: There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, 25 Malcolin, and Donalbain, the king's two sons, The nearer bloody.

Are stol'o away and fled; which puts upon them llal. This murderous shaft that's shot,

Suspicion of the deed. Ilath notet lighted; and our safest way

losse. 'Gainst nature still : Is, to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse;

Tluiftless ainbition, that wilt ravin up And let us not be dainty of jeave-taking,

30 Thine own lite's means !--Then 'lis most like, But shift away: There's warrant in that theft The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth. Which steals itself, when there's no mercy lett.

Macd. Heis already nam’d; and gone to Scone,

[Excunt. To be invested. S CE N E IV.

Rosse. Where is Duncan's body?

Macd. Carried to Colines-kill';
Enter Rosse, with an Old Man.

The sacred store-house of his predecessors,
Old Man. Threescore and ten I can remember And guardian of their bones.

Rosse. Will you to Scone? Within the volume of which time, I have seen Mucd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife. Hours dreadful, and things strange; but this sore 40 Kosse. Well, I will thither. [-adieu! Hath trifled former knowings.

[night Macd. Well, may yon see things welldone there; Rosse. Ah, good father,

[act, Lest our old robes sit easier than our new ! Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's Rosse. Farewel, father.

(those Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock,'tis day, Old Man. God's benison go with you; and with And

dark night strangles the travelling lamp: 45 That would make good of bad, and triends of foes ! Is it bight's predominance, or the day's sliame,






|(As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine') Enter Bunquo.

Why, by the verities on thee made good,

55 May they not be my oracles as well, THOU

hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, And set me up in hope? But, hush ! no more.

As the weird women promis’d; and, I fear, Senet sounded. Enter Macbeth as King ; Lady Thou playd'st inost foully for't: yet it was said, Macbeth, Lenor, Rosse, Lords, and Attendants. It should not stand in thy posterity ;

Mucb. Here's our chief guest.
But that myself should be the root, and father 601 Ludy. If he had been forgotten,
Of many kings: If there come truth from them, lIt had been as a gap in our great feast,

'Meaning, our half-drest bodies. ? i. e. intention, design. * Meaning, confidence in its quality, * To pretend, means liere purpose to themselres. 5 Colmes-hill, or Colm-hill, means Iona, one of the western isles, where most of the ancient kings of Scotland are buried. .i. e. prosper.


1pon us.

And all things unbecoming.

No son of mine succeeding. If it be so, Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir, For Banquo's issue have I tild? iny mind; And I'll request your presence.

For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd; Bun. Lay your highness'

Put rancours in the vessel of my peace, Command upon me; to the which, my duties' 5 Only for them; and mine eternal jewel Are with a most indissoluble tye

Given to the common enemy of mån?, For ever kuit.

To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings! Alucb. Ride you this afternoon?

Rather than so, come, fate, into the list, Ban. Ay, my good lord.

[advice and championme to the utterancet! - Who'sthere? Macb. We should hare else desir'd your good 10 Re-enter Seriunt, with two Murderers. (Which still hath been both grave and prosperous)


go to the door, and stay there will we call. In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow.

[Erit Servant. Is't far you ride?

Was it not yesterday we spoke together? Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time Mur. It was, so please your highness. 'Twixt this and supper: go pot my horse the bet-15 Macb. Well then, now I must become a borrower of the night, [ter', llave you consider'd of my speeches? Know, For a dark hour, or twain.

That it was he, in the times past, which held you Macb. Fail not our feast.

So under fortune; which, you thought, had been Bun. My lord, I will not.

stow'd Our innocent self: this I made good to you Mlach. We hear, our bloody cousins are be-20 hour last conference, past in probation with you; In England, and in Ireland; not confessing

llow you were borne in hand'; how crost; the Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers

instruments; With strange invention: But of that to-morrow; Who wrought with them; and all things else, When, therewithal, we shall have cause of state,

that might
Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: Adieu, |25 To half a soul, and to a notion craz'd,
Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you? Say, Thus did Banquo.
Bun. Ay, iny good lord: our time does cail i Alur. You made it known to us.

Macb. I did so; and went further, which is now
Macb. I wish your horses suift, and sure of foot; Our point of second meeting. Do you find
And so I do commend you to their backs. 30 Your patience so predominant in your nature,
. Farewel.

[Erit Banguo. That you can let this go? Are you so gospelldó, Let every man be master of his time

To pray for this good man, and for his issue, Till seven at night: to make society

Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave; The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself [you. And beggar'd yours for ever? Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with 35 1 Mur. We are men, my liege.

[Exeunt Lady Macbeth, and Lords. Much. Ay, in the catalogue you go for men; Sirrah, a word with you: Attend those men our As hounds and greyhounds,mungrels,spaniels,curs, pleasure?

Shoughs', water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are cleped Ser. They are, my lord, without the palace gate. All by the name of dogs; the valued file Macb. Bring them before us.- To be thus, is 40 Distinguishes the switt, the slow, the subtle, nothing;

[Exit Servunt. The house-keeper, the hunter, every one But to be safely thus ;-Our fears in Banquo According to the gift which bounteous nature Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature

Hath in him clos'd; whereby he does receive Reigns that, which would be fear’d: 'Tis much Particular addition, from the bill he dares;

45 That writes them all alike: and so of men,
And, to that dauntless temper of his mind, Now, if you have a station in the file,
He hath a wisdon that doth guide his valour Not in the worst rank of manhood, say it;
To act in safety. There is none, but he,

And I will put that business in your bosoms,
Whose being I do fear: And, under him, Whose execution takes your enemy off;
My genius is rebuk’d; as, it is said,

50 Grapples you to the heart and love of us, Mark Antony's was by Cæsar. He chid the sisters, Who wear our health but sickly in his life, When first they put the name of King upon me,

Which in his death were perfect. And bade them speak to hin; then, prophet-like, 2 Mur. I am one, my liege, They liail'd him lather to a line of kings:

Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Upon my head they plac'd a fruitless crown, 55 Have so incensed, that I am reckless what And put a barren scepter in my gripe,

I do, to spite the world. Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, 1 Alur. And I another,


'i. e. If he does not go well. ?i. e. defiled. the devil. 4 The word utterance is derived from the French outrance. A challenge or a combat a l'outrance, to extremity, was a fix'd term in the law of arms, used when the combatants engaged with an odium internecinum, an intention to destroy each other. 5j. e. made to believe what was not true. Meaning, are you of that degree of precise virtue? Gospellers was a name of contempt given by the Papists to the Lollards. Shoughs are probably what we now call shocks. * The expression, valued file, seems to mean in this place, a post of honour; the first rank, in opposition to the last. File and list are synonymous.


So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune', With them they think on} Things without all That I would set my life on any chance,

remedy To mend it, or be rid on't.

Should be without regard: what's done, is done. Macb. Both of you

Macb. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'dit, Know, Banquo was your enemy.

5 She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice. Mur. True, my lord.

(tance' Remains in danger of her former tooth. Macb. So is be mine: and in such bloody dis- But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds That every minute of his being thrusts

sufer, Against my near’st of life: And though I could Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep With bare-fac'd power sweep him from my sight, 10 In the affliction of these terrible dreams, And bid my will avouch it; yet I must not, That shake us nightly: Better be with the dead, For certain friends that are both his and mine, Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace, Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall Than on the torture of the mind to lie Whom I myself struck down: and thence it is, In restless ecstacy“,-Duncan is in his grave; That I to your assistance do make love; 15 After life's litiul tever, he sleeps well; Masking the business from the common eye, Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, For sundry weighty reasons.

Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Mur. We shall, my lord,

Can touch him further! Perform what you command us.

Lady. Come on ; Gentle my lord, I Mur. Though our lives

20 Sleek o'er your rugged looks; be bright and jovial Macb. Your spirits shine through you. Within Among your guests to-night. this hour, at most,

Macb. So shall I, love; I will advise you where to plant yourselves;

And so, I pray,

be you: Let your remembrance Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time', Apply to Banquo; present him eminence', both The moment on't; fort must be done to-night, 25 With eye and tongue: Unsafe the while, that we And something from the palace; always thought,

Must lave our honours in these flattering streams; That I require a clearness*: And with him, And make our faces vizards to our hearts, (so leave no rubs, nor botches, in the work) Disguising what they are. Fleance his son, that keeps him company,

Lady. You must leave this.

(wife! Whose absence is no less material to me

301 Mucb. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear Than is his father's, inust embrace the fate Thou know'st, that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives. Of that dark hour: Resolve yourselves apart; Lady. But in them nature's copy's not eterne". I'll come to you anon.

Macb. There's comfort yet, they are assailable; Mur. We are resolv’d, my lord.

Then be thou jocund: Ere the bat hath flown Macb. I'll call upon you straight; abide within. 35 Hiscloister'd flight; ere, to black Hecat's summons, It is concluded:--Banquo, thy soul's flight, The shard-borne beetle', with his drowsy hums, If it find heaven, must find it out to-night.[Exeunt. Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done S CE N E II.

A deed of dreadful note.

Lady. What's to be done? Enter Lady Macbeth and a Servant. 401 Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest Lady. Is Banquo gone from court ?

chuck , Sert'. Ay, madam; but returns again to-night. 'Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seel ng'' night,

žudy. Say to the king, I would atsend his leisure Skarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; For a few words.

And, with thy bloody and invisible hand, Serr. Nadam, I will,

[Erit. 45 Cancel, and tear to pieces, that great bond Lady. Nought's had, all's spent,

Which keeps me pale!-Light thickens"?; and 1 here our desire is got without content: "Tis safer to be that which we destroy,

Makes wing to the rooky wood"}:
Than, by destruction, dwell in doubted joy. Good things of day begin to droop and diouze ;
Enter Macbeth.

50 W hile night's black agents to their preysdo rouze. Ilow now, my lord? why do you keep alone, Thou marvell’st at my words: but hold thee stiil; Of sorriest' tancies your companions making? Things, baci begun, make strong theniselves by i): Usingthosethoughts, whichshould indeedhavedy'd So, pr’ythee, go with me.

[Escant. .'j. e, worried by fortune. 2 Such a distance as mortal enemies would stand at from each other when their quarrel must be determined by the sword. Meaning, the eruct time. *i. e. Always remembering, that throughout the whole iransaction I must stand clear of suspicion. 5 i. e. Word Jess, vile.

Ecstacy here signities any violent emotion of the mind, pain, agony. i. e. Do him the highest hopouss. 3 Eterne for eternal. ? i. e. according to Mr. Steevens, the beetle borne along the air by its shards or scaly wings; shards signifying scales. But Mr. Tollet says, that shardborn beetle is the beetle born in dung; and that shurd signifies dung, is well known in the North of Stattordshire, where cowshard is the word generally used for cow-clung: A term of endearment, Hi. e. blinding. 1 i. e. The light grous duil or nuddy, Hi.e. to a rookery.

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