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. MAR* Like our strange garments ; cleave not to their
Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so? Without my stir.
New honours come upon him
But with the aid of use. Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth,
Come what come may; The news of thy success : and when he reads
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your lei His wonders and his praises do contend, Which should be thine, or his : Silenc'd with that,
Macb. Give me your favour :'—my dull brain In viewing o'er the rest o'the self-same day,
was wrought lle finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains Nothing afеard of what thyself didst make,
Are register'd where every day I turn Strange images of death. As thick as tale,
The leaf to read them.- Let us toward the king.– Came post with post; and every one did bear
Think upon what hath chanc'd: and, at more time, Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,
The interım having weigh'd it, let us speak
Our free hearts each to other.
Very gladly. To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends. (Eze. To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee. SCENE IV.-Fores. A room in the Palace. Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour,
Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor :
Lenox, and attendants.
Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
My liege, you dress me In borrow'd robes ?
With one thai saw him die : who did report, Ang.
Who was the thane, lives yet ; That very frankly he confess’d his treasons But under heavy judgment bears that life
Implor'd your highness' pardon; and set forth Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was A deep repentance: nothing in his life Combin'd with Norway; or did line the rebel Became him, like the leaving it: he died With hidden help and vantage ; or that with both As one that had been studied in his death, He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not;
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,"
As 't were a careless trifle.
There's no art, Macb.
Glamis, the thane of Cawdor: To find the mind's construction in the face:11 The greatest is behind. Thanks for your pains.
He was a gentleman on whom I built Do you not hope your children shall be kings, An absolute trust.–0 worthiest cousin ! When those that gave the thane oi Cawdor to me, Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus. Promis'd no less to them? Ban.
That, trusted home, The sin of my ingratitude even now Might yet enkindles you unto the crown,
Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before, Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange: That swifiest wing of recompense is slow And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
To overtake thee. "Would thou hadst less deservd. The instruments of darkness tell us truths; That the proportion both of thanks and payment Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
Might have been mine! only I have left to say, In deepest consequence.
More is thy due than more than all can pay. Cousins, a word, I pray you.
Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, Macb.
Two truths are told, In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part As happy prologues to the swelling act
Is to receive our duties : and our duties Of the imperial theme.--I thank you, gentlemen.- Are to your throne and state, children, and servants; This supernatural soliciting
Which do but what they should, by doing every Cannot be ill; cannot be good : If ill,
thing Why hath it given me earnest of success, Safe toward your love and honour. Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: Dun.
Welcome hither : If good, why do I yield to that suggestions I have begun to plant thee, and will labour Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,
To make thee full of growing.12–Noble Banquo, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, That hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known Against the use of nature ? Present fears No less to have done so, let me infold thee, Are less than horrible imaginings :
And hold thee to my heart. My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Ban.
There if I grow, Shakes so my single state of man, that function The harvest is your own. Is smother'din surmise ;' and nothing is,
My plenteous joys, But what is not.
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves Ban.
Look, how our partner's rapt. In drops of sorrow. --Sons, kinsmen, thanes, Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance And you whose places are the nearest, know, may crown me,
We will establish our estate upon (1) As fast as they could be counted. (2) Title. (8) Time and opportunity.
(9) Pardon. 13) Stimulate. (4) Encitement.
(10) Owned, possessed. (5) Temptation. (6) Firmly fixed.
(11) We cannot construe the disposition of the The powers of action are oppressed by con- mind by the lineaments of the face. jecture.
Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, Allend. So please you, it is true ; our thane is The prince of Cumberland : which honour must
coming : Not, unaccompanied, invest him only,
One of my fellows had the speed of him ; But sign of nobleness, like stars, shall shine Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more On all deservers.-From hence to Inverness, Than would make up his message. And bind us further to you.
Give him tending, Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you: He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse, I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful
Exit Attendant. The hearing of my wife with your approach;
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan So, humbly take my leave.
Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits Dren.
My worthy Cawdor! That tend on mortale thoughts, unsex me here; Macb. The prince of Cumberland!—That is a And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full step,
Oor direst cruelty! make thick my blood, On which I'must fall down, or else o'erleap, Stop up the access and passage to remorse;"
(Aside. That no compunctious visitings of nature For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ! Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between Let not light see my black and deep desires : The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. (Ex. Wherever in your sightless substances
Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant;' You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And in his commendations I am fed
And pallø thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! It is a banquet to me. Let us after him,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome : Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, It is a peerless kinsman. (Flourish. Exeunt. To cry, Hold, Hold !–Great Glamis, worthy Caw
lor! SCENE V.-Inverness. A room in Macbeth's castle. Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a letter.
Enter Macbeth. Lady M. They met me in the day of success ; Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! and I have learned by the perfectest report, they Thy letters have transported me beyond have more in them than mortal knowledge. When This ignorant present, and I feel now I burned in desire to question them further, they The future in the instant. made themselves-air, into which they vanished. Macb.
My dearest love, Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came Duncan comes here to-night. missives from the king, who all-hailed me, Thane Lady M.
And when goes hence ? of Cawdor; by which title, before, these weird Macb. To-morrow, -as he purposes. sisters saluled me, and referred me to the coming. Lady M. on of time, wilh, Hail, king that shalt be! This Shall sun that morrow see ! have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men partner of eatness; that thou mightest not lose May read strange matters:- To beguile the time, the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, greatness is promised thee. Layil lo thy hearl, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent and farewell.
flower, Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
But be the serpent under it. He that's coming What thou art promis’d:-Yet do I fear thy nature ; This night's great business into my despatch;
Must be provided for: and you shall put It is too full o'ihe milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way: Thou would’st be great ; Which shall to all our nights and days to come Art not without ambition; but without
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. The illness should attend it. What thou would'st
Macb. We will speak further. highly,
Only look up clear; That would’st thou holily; would'st not play false, To alter favour' ever is to fear:
Leave all the rest to me.
(Ereunt. And yet would'st wrongly win : thou'd'st have, great Glamis,
SCENE VI.-The same. Before the castle, That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it ;
Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending.
Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, And that which rather thou dost fear to do, Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,
Lenox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus, and attendants. That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;
Din. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air And chastise with the valour of my tongue
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself All that impedes thee from the golden round ;*
Unto our gentle senses.
This guest of summer, tidings ?
By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath Enter an Attendant.
Smells wooingly here; no jutty, frieze, buttress, Altend. The king comes here to-night.
Nor coigne of vantage, but this bird hath made Lady M.
Thou’rt mad to say it: His pendent bed, and procreant cradle: Where they Is not thy master with him ? who, were't so,
Most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, the air Would have inform'd for preparation.
Is delicate. (1) Full as valiant as described.
(9) Knife anciently meant a sword or dagger. (2) The best intelligence. (3) Messengers.
(10) i. e. Beyond the present time, which is, ac(4) Diadem. (5) Supernatural.
cording to the process of nature, ignorant of the (6) Murderous. (7) Pity.
future. (8) Wrap as in a mantle,
(11) Look, countenance. (12) Convenn nt cornet,
Enter Lady Macbeth.
He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Dun.
See, see! our honour'd hostess! Golden opinions from all sorts of people, The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble, which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you, Not cast aside so soon. How you shall bid God yield' us for your pains,
Was the hope drunk, And thank us for your trouble.
Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since ? Lady M.
All our service
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale In every point twice done, and then done double, At what it did so freely ? Froin this time, Were poor and single business, to contend Such I account thy love. Art thou aleard Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith To be the same in thine own act and valour, Your majesty loads our house: For those of old,
As thou art in desire? Would'st thou have that And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, We rest your hermits.
And live a coward in thine own esteem; • Dun.
Where's the thane of Cawdor ? Letting I dare not wait upon I would, We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose
Like the poor cat i'the adage ?
Macb. To be his purveyor: but he rides well;
Prythee, peace i And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him 1 dare do all that may become a man; To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess,
Who dares do more, is none. We are your guest to-night.
What beast was it then, Lady M.
Your servants ever That made you break this enterprise to me? Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in When you durst do it, then you were a man; compt,
And, to be more than what you were, you would To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Still to return your own.
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : Dun.
Give me your hand : They have made themselves, and that their fitness Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, And shall continue our graces towards him.
Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know By your leave, hostess.
(Exeunt. How tender 'tís, to love the babe that milks me:
I would, while it was smiling in my face, SCENE VII.-The same. A room in the castle. Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn, as you the stage, a Sewer," and divers Servants with Have done to this. dishes and service. Then enter Macbeth.
If we should fail,Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then Lady M.
We fail! 'twere well
But screw your courage to the sticking-place, It were done quickly: If the assassination And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep, Could trammel up the consequence, and catch,
(Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
Will I with wine and wassel' so convince, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, That memory, the warders of the brain, We'd jump the life to come.—But, in these cases, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason We still have judgment here; that we but teach
A limbeck only : When in swinish sleep Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
Their drenched natures lie, as in a death, To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice What cannot you and I perform upon Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon To our own lips. He's here in double trust: His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
of our great quell 10 Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
Macb. Bring forth men children only! Who should against his murderer shut the door,
For thy undaunted mettle should compose Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Nothing but males. Will it not be received," Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two So clear in his great office, that his virtues
of his own chamber, and us'd their very daggers, Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against That they have done't? The deep damnation of his taking-off':
Who dares receive it other, And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon his death? Upon the sightless couriers' of the air,
I am settled, and bend up Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. That tears shall drown the wind.
I have no spur Away, and mock the time with fairest show; To prick the sides of my intent, but only
False face must hide what the false heart doth know. Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself,
(Ereuni. And falls on the other.-How now, what news ? Enter Lady Macbeth.
ACT II. Lady M. He has almost supp'd ; Why have you left the chamber?
SCENE I.-The same. Court within the castle. Mach. Hath he ask'd for me?
Enter Banquo and Fleance, and a servant, with Lady M.
Know you not, he has ? a torch before them. Macb. We will proceed no further in this business :
Ban. How goes the night, boy? (1) Reward. (2) i. e. We as hermits shall ever pray for you. (5) Winds; sightless is invisible. (3) Subject to account.
(6) In the same sense as cohere. An officer so called from his placing the dishes 17) Intemperance.
(8) Overpower, the table.
(9) Sentinel. (10) Murder. (11) Apprehended.
Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear clock.
The very stones prate of my where-about, Ban. And she goes down at twelve.
And take the present horror from the time, Fle.
I take't, 'tis later, sir. Which now suits with it.-Whiles I threat, he lives; Ban. Hold, take my sword:- There's husbandry Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. in heaven,
(A bell rings. Their candles are all out. - Take thee that too. I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell, And yet I would not sleep: Merciful powers ! That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. [Exil. Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature Gives way to in repose ! --Give me my sword ;
SCENE II.— The same. Enter Lady Macbeth.
Lady M. That which hath made them drunk, Enter Macbeth, and a servant with a torch.
hath made me bold : Who's there?
What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire :-Macb. A friend.
Hark!-Peace! Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed : It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, He hath been in unusual pleasure, and
Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it: Sent forth great largess to your offices ::
The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms This diamond he greets your wife withal,
Do mock their charge with snores : I have drugg'd By the name of most kind hostess ; and shut ups That death and nature do contend about them, In measureless content. Macb.
Being unprepard, Whether they live or die. Our will became the servant to defect;
Macb. (Within.) Who's there?-what, ho! Which else should free have wrought.
Lady M. Alack! I ain afraid they have awak'd, Ban.
All's well. And 'tis not done :-the attempt, and not the deed, I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters :
Confounds us:-Hark!-I laid their daggers ready, To you they have show'd come truth.
He could not miss them.-Had he not resembled Macb.
I think not of them; My father as he slept, I had don't.-My husband ? Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,
Macb. I have done the deed :-Didst thou nou Ban.
At your kind'st leisure. hear a noise ? Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent,-when Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the crick
'tis, It shall make honour for you.
Did not you speak ? Ban.
So I lose none,
When ? In seeking to augment it, but still keep
Now. My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear,
As I descended ? I shall be counsel'd.
Lady M. Ay. Macb.
the while ! Macb, Hark! Ban. Thanks, sir; The like to you!' (Er. Ban. Who lies i'the second chamber? Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is Lady M.
Macb. This is a sorry sight. She strike upon the bell. Get thee to-bed. (Ex. Ser.
(Looking on his hands. Is this a dagger, which I see before me,
Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. The bandle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and thee:
one cried, murder ! I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
That they did wake each other; I stood and heard Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
them : To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but
But they did say their prayers, and address’d them A dagger of the mind; a false creation,
Again to sleep. Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
There are two lodg'd together. I see thee yet, in form as palpable,
Macb. One cried, God bless us ! and, Amen, the
Listenir.g their fear, could not say, amen,
Consider it not so deeply. And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce, Which was not so before. There's no such thing :
amen ? It is the bloody business, which informs
I had most need of blessing, and amen Thus to mine eyes.-Now o'er the one half world Stuck in my throat. Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse Lady M. These deeds must not be thought The curtain'd sleep; now witchcraft celebrates After ihese ways; so, it will make us mad. Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, Macb. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep no Alarum'd by his sentinel, the woll,
more! Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep; pace,
Sleep, that knits up the ravell’ol sleaveå of care, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his de- The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, sign
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Moves likes a ghost.-Thou sure and firm set earth, Chief nourisher in life's feast ;(1) Thrist. (2) Bounty.
(5) Han. (6) Drops. 13. The rooms appropriated to servants.
As if. (8) Sleave is unwrought silk.
What do you mean?|ver at quiet! What are you ?-But this place is too Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more ? to all the cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further : I had house :
thought to have let in some of all professions, that Glamis hath murder'd sleep; and therefore Cardor go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more! | Knocking.) Anon, anon; I pray, you, remember Lady M. Who was it that thus cried? Why, the porter.
TOpens the gate. worthy thane,
Enter Macduff and Lenox. Quia You do unbend your noble strength, to think
Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to So brainsickly of things :-Go, get some water,
Port. 'Faith, sir, we were carousing till the
second cock:* and drink, sir, is a great provoker The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb.
I'll go no more :
of three things. I am afraid to think what I have done;
Macd. What three things does drink especially Look on't again, I dare not.
provoke ? Lady M.
Infirm of purpose !
Port. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine) Give me the daggers: The sleeping and the dead, vokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.
Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes: it proAre but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood, That fears à painted devil. If he do bleed,
Therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivo
cator with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,
it sets him on, and it takes him off; it persuades For it mus', seem their guilt. (Exit. Knocking within. him, and disheartens him ; makes him stand to, and
not stand to: in conclusion, equivocates him in a Macb.
Whence is that knocking ? sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him. How is't with me, when every noise appals me?
Macd. I believegdrink gave thee the lie last night. What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine Port. That it did, sir, i'the very throat o'me : eyes !
But I requited him for his lie; and, I think, being Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
too strong for him, though he took up my legs Clean from my hand ? No; this my hand will rather sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him. The multitudinous seas incarnardine,'
Macd. Is thy master stirring ?Making the green one red.
Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes. Re-enter Lady Macbeth.
Enter Macbeth. Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but I Len. Good-morrow, noble sir ! shame
Good-morrow, both! To wear a heart so white. (Knock.) I hear a Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane? knocking
Macb. At the south entry :-retire we to our chamber :
Macd. He did command me to call timely on him: A little water clears us of this deed:
I have almost slipp'd the hour. How easy is it then! Your constancy
I'll bring you to him. Hath left you unattended.-(Knocking.) 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, physicspain. And show us to be watchers :-Be not lost This is the door. So poorly in your thoughts.
I'll make so bold to call, Macb. To know my deed, 'twere best not For 'lis my limited service. (Erit Macd. know myself.
Goes the king
He does:-he did appoint it so.
Len. The night has been unruly: Where we lay, SCENE III.-The same. Enter a Porter. Our chimneys were blown down: and, as they say, [Knocking within. )
Lamentings heard i'the air; strange screams of
death ; Porter. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man And prophesying, with accents terrible, were porter of hell-gate, he should have olda turn- ordre combustion, and confus'd events, ing the key. (Knocking.) Knock, knock, knock: New hatch'd to the woful time. The obscure bird Who's there, i'the name of Belzebub ? Here's a Clamour'd the livelong night: some say, the earth farmer, that hanged himself on the expectatior of Was severous, and did shake. plenty : Come in time; have napkins enough about Macb. you ; here you'll sweat for't. [ Knocking.) Knock, Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel
'Twas a rough night. knock: Who's there, i'the other devil's name?- A fellow to it. 'Faith, here's an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale ; who committed
Re-enter Marduff. treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equi- Macd. O horror! horror! horror! Tongue, nor vocate to Heaven: 0,come in, equivocator. (Knock heart, ing. \ Knock, knock, knock: Who's there ? ?Faith, Cannot conceive, nor name thee!' here's an English tailor come hither, for stealing out
What's the matter? of a French hose : Come in, tailor; here you may
Macd. Confusion now hath made his masterroast your goose. (Knocking.] Knock, knock: Ne piece!
(1) To incarnardine is to stain of a flesh-colour. (6) Appointed service. (2) Frequent. (3) Handkerchiefs.
(7) The use of two negatives, not to make an (4) Cock-crowing.
affirmative, but to deny more strongly, is common (5) s. e. Affords à cordial to it.
lin our author.