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twg_000000021800 | the Castle. Enter Banquo and Fleance with a torch before him. BANQUO. How goes the night, boy? FLEANCE. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. BANQUO. And she goes down at twelve. FLEANCE. I taket, tis later, sir. BANQUO. Hold, take my sword.Theres husbandry in heaven; Their candles are all out. Take thee that too. A heavy | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021801 | summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers, Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature Gives way to in repose! Enter Macbeth and a Servant with a torch. Give me my sword.Whos there? MACBETH. A friend. BANQUO. What, sir, not yet at rest? The Kings abed: He hath been in unusual pleasure and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021802 | Sent forth great largess to your offices. This diamond he greets your wife withal, By the name of most kind hostess, and shut up In measureless content. MACBETH. Being unprepard, Our will became the servant to defect, Which else should free have wrought. BANQUO. Alls well. I dreamt last night of the three Weird Sisters: To you they have showd | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021803 | some truth. MACBETH. I think not of them: Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, We would spend it in some words upon that business, If you would grant the time. BANQUO. At your kindst leisure. MACBETH. If you shall cleave to my consent, when tis, It shall make honour for you. BANQUO. So I lose none In | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021804 | seeking to augment it, but still keep My bosom franchisd, and allegiance clear, I shall be counselld. MACBETH. Good repose the while! BANQUO. Thanks, sir: the like to you. [_Exeunt Banquo and Fleance._] MACBETH. Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. [_Exit Servant._] Is this a dagger which I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021805 | see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021806 | this which now I draw. Thou marshallst me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o the other senses, Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still; And on thy blade and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Which was not so before.Theres no such thing. It | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021807 | is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes.Now oer the one half-world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtaind sleep. Witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecates offrings; and witherd murder, Alarumd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howls his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquins ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.Thou sure and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021808 | firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.Whiles I threat, he lives. Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. [_A bell rings._] I go, and it is done. The bell invites me. Hear | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021809 | it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell. [_Exit._] SCENE II. The same. Enter Lady Macbeth. LADY MACBETH. That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold: What hath quenchd them hath given me fire.Hark!Peace! It was the owl that shriekd, the fatal bellman, Which gives the sternst good night. He | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021810 | is about it. The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores: I have druggd their possets, That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live or die. MACBETH. [_Within._] Whos there?what, ho! LADY MACBETH. Alack! I am afraid they have awakd, And tis not done. Th attempt and not the deed Confounds | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021811 | us.Hark!I laid their daggers ready; He could not miss em.Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had donet.My husband! Enter Macbeth. MACBETH. I have done the deed.Didst thou not hear a noise? LADY MACBETH. I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. Did not you speak? MACBETH. When? LADY MACBETH. Now. MACBETH. As I descended? LADY | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021812 | MACBETH. Ay. MACBETH. Hark!Who lies i th second chamber? LADY MACBETH. Donalbain. MACBETH. This is a sorry sight. [_Looking on his hands._] LADY MACBETH. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. MACBETH. Theres one did laugh ins sleep, and one cried, Murder! That they did wake each other: I stood and heard them. But they did say their prayers, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021813 | and addressd them Again to sleep. LADY MACBETH. There are two lodgd together. MACBETH. One cried, God bless us! and, Amen, the other, As they had seen me with these hangmans hands. Listning their fear, I could not say Amen, When they did say, God bless us. LADY MACBETH. Consider it not so deeply. MACBETH. But wherefore could not I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021814 | pronounce Amen? I had most need of blessing, and Amen Stuck in my throat. LADY MACBETH. These deeds must not be thought After these ways; so, it will make us mad. MACBETH. Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep,the innocent sleep; Sleep that knits up the ravelld sleave of care, The death of each | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021815 | days life, sore labours bath, Balm of hurt minds, great natures second course, Chief nourisher in lifes feast. LADY MACBETH. What do you mean? MACBETH. Still it cried, Sleep no more! to all the house: Glamis hath murderd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more! LADY MACBETH. Who was it that thus cried? Why, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021816 | worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength to think So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. MACBETH. Ill go no more: I am afraid to think what | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021817 | I have done; Look ont again I dare not. LADY MACBETH. Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures. Tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, Ill gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. [_Exit. Knocking within._] MACBETH. Whence | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021818 | is that knocking? How ist with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? Ha, they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptunes ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red. Enter Lady Macbeth. LADY MACBETH. My hands are of your color, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021819 | but I shame To wear a heart so white. [_Knocking within._] I hear knocking At the south entry:retire we to our chamber. A little water clears us of this deed: How easy is it then! Your constancy Hath left you unattended.[_Knocking within._] Hark, more knocking. Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us And show us to be watchers. Be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021820 | not lost So poorly in your thoughts. MACBETH. To know my deed, twere best not know myself. [_Knocking within._] Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst! [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. The same. Enter a Porter. Knocking within. PORTER. Heres a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of hell gate, he should have old turning the key. [_Knocking._] Knock, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021821 | knock, knock. Whos there, i th name of Belzebub? Heres a farmer that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty: come in time; have napkins enow about you; here youll sweat fort. [_Knocking._] Knock, knock! Whos there, i th other devils name? Faith, heres an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale, who committed treason enough | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021822 | for Gods sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven: O, come in, equivocator. [_Knocking._] Knock, knock, knock! Whos there? Faith, heres an English tailor come hither, for stealing out of a French hose: come in, tailor; here you may roast your goose. [_Knocking._] Knock, knock. Never at quiet! What are you?But this place is too cold for hell. Ill devil-porter | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021823 | it no further: I had thought to have let in some of all professions, that go the primrose way to th everlasting bonfire. [_Knocking._] Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter. [_Opens the gate._] Enter Macduff and Lennox. MACDUFF. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, That you do lie so late? PORTER. Faith, sir, we | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021824 | were carousing till the second cock; and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things. MACDUFF. What three things does drink especially provoke? PORTER. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021825 | makes him, and it mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and giving him the lie, leaves him. MACDUFF. I believe drink gave thee the lie last night. PORTER. That it did, sir, i the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021826 | very throat on me; but I requited him for his lie; and (I think) being too strong for him, though he took up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him. MACDUFF. Is thy master stirring? Enter Macbeth. Our knocking has awakd him; here he comes. LENNOX. Good morrow, noble sir! MACBETH. Good morrow, both! MACDUFF. Is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021827 | the King stirring, worthy thane? MACBETH. Not yet. MACDUFF. He did command me to call timely on him. I have almost slippd the hour. MACBETH. Ill bring you to him. MACDUFF. I know this is a joyful trouble to you; But yet tis one. MACBETH. The labour we delight in physics pain. This is the door. MACDUFF. Ill make so | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021828 | bold to call. For tis my limited service. [_Exit Macduff._] LENNOX. Goes the King hence today? MACBETH. He does. He did appoint so. LENNOX. The night has been unruly: where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down and, as they say, Lamentings heard i th air, strange screams of death, And prophesying, with accents terrible, Of dire combustion and confusd | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021829 | events, New hatchd to the woeful time. The obscure bird Clamourd the live-long night. Some say the earth Was feverous, and did shake. MACBETH. Twas a rough night. LENNOX. My young remembrance cannot parallel A fellow to it. Enter Macduff. MACDUFF. O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee! MACBETH, LENNOX. Whats the matter? MACDUFF. Confusion | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021830 | now hath made his masterpiece! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lords anointed temple, and stole thence The life o th building. MACBETH. What ist you say? the life? LENNOX. Mean you his majesty? MACDUFF. Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight With a new Gorgon. Do not bid me speak. See, and then speak yourselves. [_Exeunt Macbeth and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021831 | Lennox._] Awake, awake! Ring the alarum bell.Murder and treason! Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake! Shake off this downy sleep, deaths counterfeit, And look on death itself! Up, up, and see The great dooms image. Malcolm! Banquo! As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites To countenance this horror! [_Alarum-bell rings._] Enter Lady Macbeth. LADY MACBETH. Whats the business, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021832 | That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley The sleepers of the house? Speak, speak! MACDUFF. O gentle lady, Tis not for you to hear what I can speak: The repetition, in a womans ear, Would murder as it fell. Enter Banquo. O Banquo, Banquo! Our royal masters murderd! LADY MACBETH. Woe, alas! What, in our house? BANQUO. Too cruel | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021833 | anywhere. Dear Duff, I prythee, contradict thyself, And say it is not so. Enter Macbeth and Lennox with Ross. MACBETH. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had livd a blessed time; for, from this instant Theres nothing serious in mortality. All is but toys: renown and grace is dead; The wine of life is drawn, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021834 | the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of. Enter Malcolm and Donalbain. DONALBAIN. What is amiss? MACBETH. You are, and do not knowt: The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood Is stoppd; the very source of it is stoppd. MACDUFF. Your royal fathers murderd. MALCOLM. O, by whom? LENNOX. Those of his chamber, as it seemd, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021835 | had donet: Their hands and faces were all badgd with blood; So were their daggers, which, unwipd, we found Upon their pillows. They stard, and were distracted; No mans life was to be trusted with them. MACBETH. O, yet I do repent me of my fury, That I did kill them. MACDUFF. Wherefore did you so? MACBETH. Who can be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021836 | wise, amazd, temperate, and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man: Th expedition of my violent love Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan, His silver skin lacd with his golden blood; And his gashd stabs lookd like a breach in nature For ruins wasteful entrance: there, the murderers, Steepd in the colours of their trade, their daggers | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021837 | Unmannerly breechd with gore. Who could refrain, That had a heart to love, and in that heart Courage to makes love known? LADY MACBETH. Help me hence, ho! MACDUFF. Look to the lady. MALCOLM. Why do we hold our tongues, That most may claim this argument for ours? DONALBAIN. What should be spoken here, where our fate, Hid in an | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021838 | auger hole, may rush, and seize us? Lets away. Our tears are not yet brewd. MALCOLM. Nor our strong sorrow Upon the foot of motion. BANQUO. Look to the lady: [_Lady Macbeth is carried out._] And when we have our naked frailties hid, That suffer in exposure, let us meet, And question this most bloody piece of work To know | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021839 | it further. Fears and scruples shake us: In the great hand of God I stand; and thence Against the undivulgd pretence I fight Of treasonous malice. MACDUFF. And so do I. ALL. So all. MACBETH. Lets briefly put on manly readiness, And meet i th hall together. ALL. Well contented. [_Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain._] MALCOLM. What will you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021840 | do? Lets not consort with them: To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy. Ill to England. DONALBAIN. To Ireland, I. Our separated fortune Shall keep us both the safer. Where we are, Theres daggers in mens smiles: the near in blood, The nearer bloody. MALCOLM. This murderous shaft thats shot Hath not yet | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021841 | lighted; and our safest way Is to avoid the aim. Therefore to horse; And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, But shift away. Theres warrant in that theft Which steals itself, when theres no mercy left. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. The same. Without the Castle. Enter Ross and an Old Man. OLD MAN. Threescore and ten I can remember well, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021842 | Within the volume of which time I have seen Hours dreadful and things strange, but this sore night Hath trifled former knowings. ROSS. Ha, good father, Thou seest the heavens, as troubled with mans act, Threatens his bloody stage: by the clock tis day, And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp. Ist nights predominance, or the days shame, That | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021843 | darkness does the face of earth entomb, When living light should kiss it? OLD MAN. Tis unnatural, Even like the deed thats done. On Tuesday last, A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawkd at and killd. ROSS. And Duncans horses (a thing most strange and certain) Beauteous and swift, the minions of their | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021844 | race, Turnd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, Contending gainst obedience, as they would make War with mankind. OLD MAN. Tis said they eat each other. ROSS. They did so; to the amazement of mine eyes, That lookd upont. Here comes the good Macduff. Enter Macduff. How goes the world, sir, now? MACDUFF. Why, see you not? ROSS. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021845 | Ist known who did this more than bloody deed? MACDUFF. Those that Macbeth hath slain. ROSS. Alas, the day! What good could they pretend? MACDUFF. They were subornd. Malcolm and Donalbain, the Kings two sons, Are stoln away and fled; which puts upon them Suspicion of the deed. ROSS. Gainst nature still: Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up Thine own | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021846 | lifes means!Then tis most like The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth. MACDUFF. He is already namd; and gone to Scone To be invested. ROSS. Where is Duncans body? MACDUFF. Carried to Colmekill, The sacred storehouse of his predecessors, And guardian of their bones. ROSS. Will you to Scone? MACDUFF. No, cousin, Ill to Fife. ROSS. Well, I will thither. MACDUFF. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021847 | Well, may you see things well done there. Adieu! Lest our old robes sit easier than our new! ROSS. Farewell, father. OLD MAN. Gods benison go with you; and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes! [_Exeunt._] ACT III SCENE I. Forres. A Room in the Palace. Enter Banquo. BANQUO. Thou hast it now, King, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021848 | Cawdor, Glamis, all, As the Weird Women promisd; and, I fear, Thou playdst most foully fort; yet it was said It should not stand in thy posterity; But that myself should be the root and father Of many kings. If there come truth from them (As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine) Why, by the verities on thee made good, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021849 | May they not be my oracles as well, And set me up in hope? But hush; no more. Sennet sounded. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Macbeth as Queen; Lennox, Ross, Lords, and Attendants. MACBETH. Heres our chief guest. LADY MACBETH. If he had been forgotten, It had been as a gap in our great feast, And all-thing unbecoming. MACBETH. Tonight | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021850 | we hold a solemn supper, sir, And Ill request your presence. BANQUO. Let your Highness Command upon me, to the which my duties Are with a most indissoluble tie For ever knit. MACBETH. Ride you this afternoon? BANQUO. Ay, my good lord. MACBETH. We should have else desird your good advice (Which still hath been both grave and prosperous) In | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021851 | this days council; but well take tomorrow. Ist far you ride? BANQUO. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better, I must become a borrower of the night, For a dark hour or twain. MACBETH. Fail not our feast. BANQUO. My lord, I will not. MACBETH. We hear | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021852 | our bloody cousins are bestowd In England and in Ireland; not confessing Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers With strange invention. But of that tomorrow, When therewithal we shall have cause of state Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu, Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you? BANQUO. Ay, my good lord: our time does call upons. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021853 | MACBETH. I wish your horses swift and sure of foot; And so I do commend you to their backs. Farewell. [_Exit Banquo._] Let every man be master of his time Till seven at night; to make society The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself Till supper time alone: while then, God be with you. [_Exeunt Lady Macbeth, Lords, &c._] Sirrah, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021854 | a word with you. Attend those men Our pleasure? SERVANT. They are, my lord, without the palace gate. MACBETH. Bring them before us. [_Exit Servant._] To be thus is nothing, But to be safely thus. Our fears in Banquo Stick deep, and in his royalty of nature Reigns that which would be feard: tis much he dares; And, to that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021855 | dauntless temper of his mind, He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour To act in safety. There is none but he Whose being I do fear: and under him My genius is rebukd; as, it is said, Mark Antonys was by Caesar. He chid the sisters When first they put the name of king upon me, And bade | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021856 | them speak to him; then, prophet-like, They haild him father to a line of kings: Upon my head they placd a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrenchd with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding. Ift be so, For Banquos issue have I fild my mind; For them the gracious Duncan | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021857 | have I murderd; Put rancours in the vessel of my peace Only for them; and mine eternal jewel Given to the common enemy of man, To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings! Rather than so, come, fate, into the list, And champion me to th utterance!Whos there? Enter Servant with two Murderers. Now go to the door, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021858 | stay there till we call. [_Exit Servant._] Was it not yesterday we spoke together? FIRST MURDERER. It was, so please your Highness. MACBETH. Well then, now Have you considerd of my speeches? Know That it was he, in the times past, which held you So under fortune, which you thought had been Our innocent self? This I made good to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021859 | you In our last conference, passd in probation with you How you were borne in hand, how crossd, the instruments, Who wrought with them, and all things else that might To half a soul and to a notion crazd Say, Thus did Banquo. FIRST MURDERER. You made it known to us. MACBETH. I did so; and went further, which is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021860 | now Our point of second meeting. Do you find Your patience so predominant in your nature, That you can let this go? Are you so gospelld, To pray for this good man and for his issue, Whose heavy hand hath bowd you to the grave, And beggard yours forever? FIRST MURDERER. We are men, my liege. MACBETH. Ay, in the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021861 | catalogue ye go for men; As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves are clept All by the name of dogs: the valud file Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, The housekeeper, the hunter, every one According to the gift which bounteous nature Hath in him closd; whereby he does receive Particular addition, from the bill | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021862 | That writes them all alike: and so of men. Now, if you have a station in the file, Not i th worst rank of manhood, sayt; And I will put that business in your bosoms, Whose execution takes your enemy off, Grapples you to the heart and love of us, Who wear our health but sickly in his life, Which | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021863 | in his death were perfect. SECOND MURDERER. I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Hath so incensd that I am reckless what I do to spite the world. FIRST MURDERER. And I another, So weary with disasters, tuggd with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance, To mend it or | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021864 | be rid ont. MACBETH. Both of you Know Banquo was your enemy. BOTH MURDERERS. True, my lord. MACBETH. So is he mine; and in such bloody distance, That every minute of his being thrusts Against my nearst of life; and though I could With barefacd power sweep him from my sight, And bid my will avouch it, yet I must | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021865 | not, For certain friends that are both his and mine, Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall Who I myself struck down: and thence it is That I to your assistance do make love, Masking the business from the common eye For sundry weighty reasons. SECOND MURDERER. We shall, my lord, Perform what you command us. FIRST | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021866 | MURDERER. Though our lives MACBETH. Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most, I will advise you where to plant yourselves, Acquaint you with the perfect spy o th time, The moment ont; fort must be done tonight And something from the palace; always thought That I require a clearness. And with him (To leave no rubs nor | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021867 | botches in the work) Fleance his son, that keeps him company, Whose absence is no less material to me Than is his fathers, must embrace the fate Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart. Ill come to you anon. BOTH MURDERERS. We are resolvd, my lord. MACBETH. Ill call upon you straight: abide within. [_Exeunt Murderers._] It is concluded. Banquo, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021868 | thy souls flight, If it find heaven, must find it out tonight. [_Exit._] SCENE II. The same. Another Room in the Palace. Enter Lady Macbeth and a Servant. LADY MACBETH. Is Banquo gone from court? SERVANT. Ay, madam, but returns again tonight. LADY MACBETH. Say to the King, I would attend his leisure For a few words. SERVANT. Madam, I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021869 | will. [_Exit._] LADY MACBETH. Naughts had, alls spent, Where our desire is got without content: Tis safer to be that which we destroy, Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy. Enter Macbeth. How now, my lord, why do you keep alone, Of sorriest fancies your companions making, Using those thoughts which should indeed have died With them they think on? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021870 | Things without all remedy Should be without regard: whats done is done. MACBETH. We have scorchd the snake, not killd it. Shell close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth. But let the frame of things disjoint, Both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021871 | affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; After lifes fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021872 | levy, nothing Can touch him further. LADY MACBETH. Come on, Gently my lord, sleek oer your rugged looks; Be bright and jovial among your guests tonight. MACBETH. So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you. Let your remembrance apply to Banquo; Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue: Unsafe the while, that we Must lave our honours | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021873 | in these flattering streams, And make our faces vizards to our hearts, Disguising what they are. LADY MACBETH. You must leave this. MACBETH. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou knowst that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives. LADY MACBETH. But in them natures copys not eterne. MACBETH. Theres comfort yet; they are assailable. Then be thou jocund. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021874 | Ere the bat hath flown His cloisterd flight, ere to black Hecates summons The shard-born beetle, with his drowsy hums, Hath rung nights yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note. LADY MACBETH. Whats to be done? MACBETH. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021875 | eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale!Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to th rooky wood. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles nights black agents to their preys do rouse. Thou marvellst at my words: but hold thee still; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021876 | Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. So, prythee, go with me. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. The same. A Park or Lawn, with a gate leading to the Palace. Enter three Murderers. FIRST MURDERER. But who did bid thee join with us? THIRD MURDERER. Macbeth. SECOND MURDERER. He needs not our mistrust; since he delivers Our offices and what we | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021877 | have to do To the direction just. FIRST MURDERER. Then stand with us. The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day. Now spurs the lated traveller apace, To gain the timely inn; and near approaches The subject of our watch. THIRD MURDERER. Hark! I hear horses. BANQUO. [_Within._] Give us a light there, ho! SECOND MURDERER. Then tis he; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021878 | the rest That are within the note of expectation Already are i th court. FIRST MURDERER. His horses go about. THIRD MURDERER. Almost a mile; but he does usually, So all men do, from hence to the palace gate Make it their walk. Enter Banquo and Fleance with a torch. SECOND MURDERER. A light, a light! THIRD MURDERER. Tis he. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021879 | FIRST MURDERER. Stand tot. BANQUO. It will be rain tonight. FIRST MURDERER. Let it come down. [_Assaults Banquo._] BANQUO. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly! Thou mayst revengeO slave! [_Dies. Fleance escapes._] THIRD MURDERER. Who did strike out the light? FIRST MURDERER. Wast not the way? THIRD MURDERER. Theres but one down: the son is fled. SECOND MURDERER. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021880 | We have lost best half of our affair. FIRST MURDERER. Well, lets away, and say how much is done. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. The same. A Room of state in the Palace. A banquet prepared. Enter Macbeth, Lady Macbeth, Ross, Lennox, Lords and Attendants. MACBETH. You know your own degrees, sit down. At first And last the hearty welcome. LORDS. Thanks | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021881 | to your Majesty. MACBETH. Ourself will mingle with society, And play the humble host. Our hostess keeps her state; but, in best time, We will require her welcome. LADY MACBETH. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends; For my heart speaks they are welcome. Enter first Murderer to the door. MACBETH. See, they encounter thee with their hearts | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021882 | thanks. Both sides are even: here Ill sit i th midst. Be large in mirth; anon well drink a measure The table round. Theres blood upon thy face. MURDERER. Tis Banquos then. MACBETH. Tis better thee without than he within. Is he dispatchd? MURDERER. My lord, his throat is cut. That I did for him. MACBETH. Thou art the best | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021883 | o th cut-throats; Yet hes good that did the like for Fleance: If thou didst it, thou art the nonpareil. MURDERER. Most royal sir, Fleance is scapd. MACBETH. Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect; Whole as the marble, founded as the rock, As broad and general as the casing air: But now I am cabind, cribbd, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021884 | confind, bound in To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquos safe? MURDERER. Ay, my good lord. Safe in a ditch he bides, With twenty trenched gashes on his head; The least a death to nature. MACBETH. Thanks for that. There the grown serpent lies; the worm thats fled Hath nature that in time will venom breed, No teeth for th | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021885 | present.Get thee gone; tomorrow Well hear, ourselves, again. [_Exit Murderer._] LADY MACBETH. My royal lord, You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold That is not often vouchd, while tis a-making, Tis given with welcome. To feed were best at home; From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony; Meeting were bare without it. The Ghost of Banquo | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021886 | rises, and sits in Macbeths place. MACBETH. Sweet remembrancer! Now, good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both! LENNOX. Mayt please your Highness sit. MACBETH. Here had we now our countrys honour roofd, Were the gracd person of our Banquo present; Who may I rather challenge for unkindness Than pity for mischance! ROSS. His absence, sir, Lays blame upon | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021887 | his promise. Pleaset your Highness To grace us with your royal company? MACBETH. The tables full. LENNOX. Here is a place reservd, sir. MACBETH. Where? LENNOX. Here, my good lord. What ist that moves your Highness? MACBETH. Which of you have done this? LORDS. What, my good lord? MACBETH. Thou canst not say I did it. Never shake Thy gory | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021888 | locks at me. ROSS. Gentlemen, rise; his Highness is not well. LADY MACBETH. Sit, worthy friends. My lord is often thus, And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep seat; The fit is momentary; upon a thought He will again be well. If much you note him, You shall offend him, and extend his passion. Feed, and regard him | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021889 | not.Are you a man? MACBETH. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appal the devil. LADY MACBETH. O proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear: This is the air-drawn dagger which you said, Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws, and starts (Impostors to true fear), would well become A womans story | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021890 | at a winters fire, Authorisd by her grandam. Shame itself! Why do you make such faces? When alls done, You look but on a stool. MACBETH. Prythee, see there! Behold! look! lo! how say you? Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too. If charnel houses and our graves must send Those that we bury back, our monuments | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021891 | Shall be the maws of kites. [_Ghost disappears._] LADY MACBETH. What, quite unmannd in folly? MACBETH. If I stand here, I saw him. LADY MACBETH. Fie, for shame! MACBETH. Blood hath been shed ere now, i th olden time, Ere humane statute purgd the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been performd Too terrible for the ear: the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021892 | time has been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools. This is more strange Than such a murder is. LADY MACBETH. My worthy lord, Your noble friends do lack you. MACBETH. I do forget. Do | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021893 | not muse at me, my most worthy friends. I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing To those that know me. Come, love and health to all; Then Ill sit down.Give me some wine, fill full. I drink to the general joy o th whole table, And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss: Would he were here. Ghost | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021894 | rises again. To all, and him, we thirst, And all to all. LORDS. Our duties, and the pledge. MACBETH. Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with! LADY MACBETH. Think of this, good peers, But as a thing | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021895 | of custom: tis no other, Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. MACBETH. What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The armd rhinoceros, or th Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble: or be alive again, And dare me to the desert with thy sword; If trembling | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021896 | I inhabit then, protest me The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockry, hence! [_Ghost disappears._] Why, so;being gone, I am a man again.Pray you, sit still. LADY MACBETH. You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting With most admird disorder. MACBETH. Can such things be, And overcome us like a summers cloud, Without our special wonder? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021897 | You make me strange Even to the disposition that I owe, When now I think you can behold such sights, And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, When mine are blanchd with fear. ROSS. What sights, my lord? LADY MACBETH. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse; Question enrages him. At once, good night: Stand not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021898 | upon the order of your going, But go at once. LENNOX. Good night; and better health Attend his Majesty! LADY MACBETH. A kind good night to all! [_Exeunt all Lords and Attendants._] MACBETH. It will have blood, they say, blood will have blood. Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; Augurs, and understood relations, have By magot-pies, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000021899 | and choughs, and rooks, brought forth The secretst man of blood.What is the night? LADY MACBETH. Almost at odds with morning, which is which. MACBETH. How sayst thou, that Macduff denies his person At our great bidding? LADY MACBETH. Did you send to him, sir? MACBETH. I hear it by the way; but I will send. Theres not a one | 60 | gutenberg |
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