My father as he slept, I had done't.-My husbaud?

Enter MACBETH.

Again to sleep.

Lady M. There are two lodg'd together. Macb. One cried, God bless us! aud Amen, the other;

As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands,

Listening their fear-I could not say, Amen,
When they did say, God bless us.

Lady M. Consider it not so deeply.
Mach. But wherefore could not I pronounce
Amen ?

I had most need of blessing, and Amen
Stuck in my throat.

Lady M. These deeds must not be thought After these ways; so, it will make us mad. Macb. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep

Making the green-oue red.

Re-enter Lady MACBETH.

Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but
I shame
[knocking
To wear a heart so white. [Knock.] I hear a
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] Hark!
more knocking:

Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us,
And show us to be watchers:-Be not lost
So poorly in your thoughts.

Macb. To know my deed,-'twere best not
know myself.
[Knock.

Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would thou could'st!

SCENE III.-The same.

[Exeunt.

Enter a PORTER.-[Knocking within.] Port. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old ⚫ turning the key. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock: Who's there, i'the name of Belzebub ? Here's a farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty: Come in time; have napkins+ enough about you; here you'll sweat for't. [Knocking.] Knock, knock: Who's there, i'the devil's name? 'Faith, here's an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale; who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven: O come in, equivocator. [Knocking.] Kuock, knock, knock: Who's there? 'Faith here's 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. I'll devil-porter it no further I had thought to have let in some of all professions, that go the primrose way to the ever lasting bonfire. [Knocking.] Anon, anon; I pray you, remember the porter.

[Opens the gate.

Enter MACDUFF and LENOX. Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went That you do lie so late? [to bed, Port. 'Faith, Sir, we were carousing till the second cock and drink, Sir, is a great provoker of three things.

Macd. What three things does drink especially provoke?

Port. Marry, Sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, Sir, it provokes and unpro. vokes it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance: Therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and dis heartens him; makes him stand to, and not stand to: in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.

Macd. I believe, drink gave thee the lie last night.

Port. That it did, Sir, i'the very throat o'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.

Macd. Is thy master stirring ?— Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes.

Within the volume of which time, I have seen Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore night

Hath trifled former knowings.

Rosse. Ah! good father,

[act,

Thou see'st, the heavens, as troubled with man's Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock, 'tis day, And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp:

Is it night's predominance, or the day's shame, That darkness does the face of earth entomb, When living light should kiss it?

Old Man. "Tis unnatural,

Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last,

A falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at, and kill'd.
Rosse. And Duncan's horses, (a thing most
strange aud certain,)

Beauteous and swift, the minions of
race,
Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls,
Contending 'gainst obedience, as they

make

War with mankind.

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ACT III.

SCENE I.-Fores.-A Room in the Palace.

Enter BANQuo.

Ban. Thou hast it now-King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,

As the weird women promis'd; and, I fear, Thou play'dst most foully for't: 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,

Why, by the verities on thee made good,
(As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine,)
May they not be my oracles as well,
And set me up in hope? But hush; no more.

Senet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as King;
Lady MACBETH, as Queen; LENOX, Rosse,
Lords, Ladies, and Attendants.

Macb. Here's our chief guest.

Lady M. If he had been forgotten,

It had been as a gap in our great feast,
And all things unbecomin.

Macb. To night we hold a solemn supper, Sir, And I'll request your presence.

Old Man. 'Tis said, they eat each other.

mine eyes,

That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Mac

duff:

Enter MACDUFF.

How goes the world Sir, now f

Macd. Why, see you not?

For a dark hour or twain.

Macb. Fail not our feast.
Ban. My lord, I will not.

Macb. We hear our bloody cousins are be. stow'd

In England and in Ireland; not confessing
Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers

bloody deed?

Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain.

Rosse. Alas, the day!

What good could they pretend ? •

Macd. They were suborn'd :

Malcolm, and Donalbain, the king's two sons, Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them

Suspicion of the deed.

Rosse. 'Gainst nature stil! :
Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up

Thine own life's means !-Then 'tis most like,
The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.
Macd. He is already nam'd; and gone to
Scone,

To be invested.

When, therewithal, we shall have cause of state, Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: Adien, Till you return at night. Goes Fleauce with you?

Ban. Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon us.

Macb. 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, Ladies, &c.

Sirrah, a word: Attend those men our plea

sure?

Mark Antony's was by Cesar. Ile chid the sisters,

When first they put the name of king upon me, And bade them speak to him; then prophetlike,

They hail'd him father to a line of kings:
Upon my head they plac'd a fruitless crown,
And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal haud,
No son of mine succeeding. If it be so,
For Banquo's issue have I til'd ⚫ my mind;
For them the gracious Duncan have I mur-
der'd ;

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,
Aud champion me to the utterance! --Who's
there?-

Re-enter ATTENDANT, with two MURDERERS.
Now to the door, and stay there till we call.
[Exit ATTENDANT.
Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
1 Mur. It was so, please your highness.
Macb. Well then, now
Have you consider'd of my speeches? Know,
That it was he, in the times past, which held

you

curs,

Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are cleped **

All by the name of dogs: the valued file
Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
The house-keeper, the hunter, every one-
According to the gift which bounteous nature
Hath in him clos'd; whereby he does receive
Particular addition, ++ from the bill

That writes them all alike and so of men.
Now, if you have a station in the file,
And not in the worst rank of manhood, say it;
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 in his death were perfect.

2 Mur. I am one, my liege,

Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incens'd, that I am reckless

I do, to spite the world.

1 Mur. And I another,

what

Mach. Both of you

Know, Banquo was your enemy.

2 Mur. True, my lord.

Macb. So is he mine: and in such bloody distance,⚫

That every minute of his being thrusts
Against my near'st of life: And though I could
With bare-fac'd power sweep him from my
sight,

And bid my will a vouch it; yet I must not,
For certain friends that are both his and
mine,

Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall Whom 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.

2 Mur. We shall, my lord, Perform what you command us.

1 Mur. Though our lives-—
Macb. Your spirits shine through you. Withiu
this hour, at most,

I will advise you where to plant yourselves.
Acquaint you with the perfect spy o'the time,
The moment on't; for't must be done to-night,
And something from the palace; always thought,
That I require a clearness: And with him,
(To leave no rubs, nor botches, in the work,)
Fleance his son, that keeps him company,
Whose absence is no less material to me
Than is his father's, must embrace the fate
Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart;
I'll come to you anon.

2 Mur. We are resolv'd my lord.
Macb. I'll call upon you straight: abide
within.

It is concluded :--Banquo, thy soul's flight,
If it find heaven, must find it out to-night.

[Exeunt.

Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstacy. § Duncau is in his grave'
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well;

Treason has done his worst: uor steel, nor

poison,

Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,

Can touch him further!

Welf-dogs.

11 Careless.

.. Called.

++ Title 65 Worried.