ACT II. SCENE I.-The same. Court within the Castle. Enter BANQUO and FLEANCE, and a Servant with a torch before them. Ban. How goes the night, boy? Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. Ban. And she goes down at twelve. Fle. I take 't, 't is later, sir. Macb. Good repose the while. [Exit BANQUO. Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, Ban. Hold, take my sword. There's hus- She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. Their candles are all out.. -Take thee that too. Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch. Macb. A friend. [Exit Servant. Come, let me Is this a dagger which I see before me, clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The King's As this which now I draw. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, Would spend it in some words upon that business, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his deIf you would grant the time. sign Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives: Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one cried "Murder!" Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. That they did wake each other. I stood and The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms That death and nature do contend about them, Macb. [within.] Who's there? what, ho! Lady M. Alack! I am afraid they have awaked, And 't is not done :-the attempt, and not the deed, Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready; He could not miss them. Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had done 't.-My husband? Enter MACBETH. Macb. I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise? heard them: But they did say their prayers, and addressed them Again to sleep. Lady M. There are two lodged together. Macb. One cried "God bless us!" and "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. I had most need of blessing, and "Amen” Lady M. These deeds must not be thought Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the You do unbend your noble strength, to think equivocator. [Knocking.] Knock, 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 everlasting 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 to bed, Lady M. My hands are of your color; but I That you do lie so late! shame Port. 'Faith, sir, we were carousing till the To wear a heart so white. [Knock.] I hear a second cock: and drink, sir, is a great provoker [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 Beelzebub? 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 other 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: 0, come in, : of three things. Macd. What three things does drink especially provoke? Port. 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 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. 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?- Len. Good-morrow, noble sir. Macd. Is the King stirring, worthy thane? Macd. He did command me to call timely on him; I have almost slipped the hour. I'll bring you to him. Macd. I know this is a joyful trouble to you; But yet 't is one. Macb. The labor we delight in, physics pain. Macd. I'll make so bold to call, And prophesying, with accents terrible, Macb. 'T was a rough night. Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel A fellow to it. Re-enter MACduff. Enter BANQUO. Our royal master's murdered ! Ban. Too cruel, anywhere. Dear Duff, I pr'y thee, contradict thyself, Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX. Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, All is but toys renown and grace is dead; Macd. O horror! horror! horror! Tongue, nor Is left this vault to brag of. heart, Cannot conceive, nor name thee! What's the matter? Macd. Confusion now hath made his master- The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood Len. Mean you his majesty? Their hands and faces were all badged with blood, Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy So were their daggers, which, unwiped, we found That most may claim this argument for ours? Don. What should be spoken here, Where our fate, hid in an augre-hole, Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock 't is day, May rush and seize us? Let's away; our tears Is it night's predominance, or the day's shame, Are not yet brewed. Mal. Upon the foot of motion. Ban. Nor our strong sorrow Look to the lady: Even like the deed that 's done. On Tuesday last, [LADY MACBETH is carried out. A falcon, towering in her pride of place, And when we have our naked frailties hid, And question this most bloody piece of work, Was, by a mousing owl, hawked at and killed. Rosse. And Duncan's horses (a thing most strange and certain), Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, 'T is said, they eat each other. Rosse. They did so; to the amazement of mine eyes, That looked upon't. Here comes the good Macduff: How goes the world, sir, now? Rosse. Is 't known who did this more than |