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Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor:, It too full o' the milk of human kindness, The greatest is behind. Thanks for your pains.- To catch the nearest way : Thou wouldst be great; Do you not hope your children shall be kings, Art not without ambition; but without When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst Promised no less to them?
That, trusted home, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
And yet wouldst wrongly win: Hie thee hither, Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange: That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And oftentimes to win us to our barm,
And chastise with the valour of my tongue The instruments of darkness tell us truths; All that impedes thee from the golden round, Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
Which fate and metaplıysical aid doth seem In deepest consequence.
To have thee crown'd withal.--- What is your Macb, Two truths are told,
tidings? As happy prologues to the swelling act
Enter an Attendant. Of the imperial theme.--I thank you, gentlemen.
Atten. The king comes here to-night. This supernatural soliciting
Thou’rt mad to say it: Cannot be ill; cannot be good :-If ill,
Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so,
Atten. So please you, it is true; our thane is
coming : Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,
One of my fellows had the speed of him; And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more Against the use of nature ?
Than would make up his message.
Give him tending, Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse, may crown me,
[Exit Attendant. Without my stir.
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
battlements. Come, you spirits Like our strange garments, cleave not to their That tend on mortal* thoughts, unsex me here; mould,
And fill me from the crown to the toe, top-full But with the aid of use. Macb.
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,
Come what come may,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse;
purpose, nor keep peace between Macb. Give me your favour :
The effect, and it. Come, thickest night, My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten. That my keen knife
see not the wound it makes ;
And pallt thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! Kind gentlemen, your pains are register’d,
Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark Where every day I turn the leaf to read them.Let us toward the king:
To cry, “Hold, hold !''Great Glamis, wortby
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Ban.
Very gladly. Thy letters have transported me beyond
[Exeunt. The future in the instant.
My dearest love,
And when goes hence ? Enter Lady MACBETH, reading a letter.
Macb. To morrow,
-as he purposes. Lady M. “They met me in the day of success; Shall sun that morrow see !
0, never and I have learned by the perfectest report, they Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men have more in them than mortal knowledge. When May read strange matters :-To beguile the time, I burned in desire to question them further, they look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, made themselves air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came mis | Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent sives from the king, who all hailed me, " Thane of But be the serpent under it. He that's coming
flower, Cawdor;' by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of This night's great business into my despatch ;
Must be provided for: and you shall put time, with Hail, king that shalt be! This I have which shall to all our nights and days to come, thought good to de.iver thee, my dearest partner Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. of greatness ; that thou mightest not lose the dues
Macb. We will speak further. of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and fare- To alter favour ever is to fear:
Only look up clear; well.”
[Exeunt. Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promis'd ;-Yet do I fear thy na. ture;
Leave all the rest to me.
† To pall, to wrap as in a mantle,
* Mortal here means murderous.
SCENE.-The same. Before the Castle.
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind.- I have no spur Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, DonalBAIN, BANQUO, Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself
To prick the sides of my intent, but only Lenox, MACDUFF, Rosse, Angus, and Attend. And falls on the other-How now, what news ? ants.
Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Enter Lady MACBETH. Unto our gentle senses.
Lady M. He has almost supp'd; why have you Ban. This guest of summer,
left the chamber? The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
Macb. Hath he asked for me? By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath Lady M.
Know you not he has ? Smells wooingly here.
Macb. We will proceed no further in this busiEnter Lady MACBETH.
He hath honoured me of late ; and I have bought Dun.
See, see! our honour'd hostess ! Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
Not cast aside so soon.
Was the hope drunk,
To be the same in thine own act and valour, Dun.
Where's the Thane of Cawdor? As thou art in desire ? We cours’d him at the heels, and had a purpose Macb.
Prithee, peace : To be bis purveyor: but be rides well;
I dare do all that may become a man; And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp Who dares do more, is none. him
What beast was't then, To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess, That made you break this enterprise to me? We are your guests to-night. Give me your hand: When you durst do it, then you were a man; Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, And, to be more than what you were, you would And shall continue our graces towards him. Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, By your leave, hostess.
[Exeunt. Did then adhere, and yet you would make both :
They bave made themselves, and that their fitness SCENE.---The same. A Room in the Castle.
Does unmake you, Hautboys and torches, Enter, and pass over the
If we should fail, stage, a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and service. Then enter MACBETH.
We fail !
But screw your courage to the sticking place, Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep 'twere well
(Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey It were done quickly: If the assassination Soundly invite him), bis two chamberlains Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, Will I'with wine and wassel so convince, With his surcease, success; that but this blow That memory, the warder of the brain, Might be the be-all and the end-all, here, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, A limbeck only: When in swinish sleep We'd jump the life to come. But in these cases, Their drenched natures lie, as in a death, We still have judgment here; that we but teach What cannot you and I perform upon Bloody instructions, which being taught, return The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon To plague the inventor : This even-handed justice His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice of our great quell? To our own lips. He's here in double trust: Macb.
Will it not be receiv'd First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two, Strong both against the deed : then, as his host, Of his own chamber, and us’d their very daggers, Who should against his murtherer shut the door, That they have done't ? Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Who dares receive it other, Hath borne his faculties so meek, bath been As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar So clear in bis great office, tbat his virtues Upon bis death : Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against Macb.
I am settled, and bend up The deep damnation of his taking-off:
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Away, and mock the time with fairest show: Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd False face must hide what the false heart doth Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
SCENE.-The same. Court within the Castle,
Enter Lady MACBETH.
Lady M. That which hath made them drunk Enter BANQUO and MACBETH.
hath made me bold : Ban. I dreamt last night of the three weird sis- What hath quench'd them bath given me fire:
Hark! Peace! It was the owl that shriek’d, To you they have showed some truth.
The fatal bellman which gives the stern’st good Macb. I think not of them:
night. Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,
He is about it : The doors are open; We would spend it in some words upon that busi- And the surfeited grooms do mock their charge ness,
with snores: If you would grant the time.
I have drugged their possets, Ban.
At your kind'st leisure. That death and nature do contend about them, j Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent,—when Whether they live or die. 'tis,
Macb. [Within] Who's there ?-what, ho! It shall make honour for you.
Lady M. Alack! I am afraid they have awak’d, Ban.
So I lose none,
And 'tis not done:—the attempt, and not the deed, In seeking to augment it, but still keep
Confounds us :-Hark!-I laid their daggers My bosom franchis’d, and allegiance clear,
ready, I shall be counsell’d.
He could not miss them.-Had he not resembled Macb.
Good repose, the while! My father as he slept, I had done't-My husband ! Ban. Thanks, sir; the like to you !
Enter MACBETH. [Exit BANQUO. Macb. I have done the deed: Didst thou not Macb, Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is
hear a noise ? ready,
Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.
[Exit Servant. Did not you speak?, Is this a dagger which I see before me,
When? The handle toward my hand ? Come let me clutch Lady M.
As I descended ? I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Lady M. Ay. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
Macb. Hark! To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but
Who lies i' the second chamber? A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
[Looking on his hands. As this which now I draw.
Lady M. A foolish thought to say a sorry sight. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going, Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, And such an instrument I was to use.
And one cried “murther !" that they did wake Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
each other ; Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still; I stood and heard them; but they did say their And on thy blade, and dudgeon,* gouts of blood,
prayers, Which was not so before. - There's no such thing. And address’d them again to sleep. It is the bloody business which informs
Lady M. There are two lodg’d together. Thus to mine eyes.--Now o'er the one half world Macb. One cried, “God bless us !” and “ Amen,” Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
the other; The curtain'd sleep: witchcraft celebrates As they had seen me with these hangman's hands. Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murther, Listening their fear, I could not say Amen, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
When they did say God bless us. Whose howl's] his watch, thus with his stealthy
Consider it not so deeply. pace,
Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
Amen? Moves like a ghest. --Thou sure and firm-set I had most need of blessing, and Amen earth,
Stuck in my throat. Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Lady M.
These deeds must not be thought The very stones prate of my whereabout, After these ways; so, it will make us mad. And take the present horror from the time,
Macb. Methought, I heard a voice cry, “ Sleep Which now suits with it.-Whiles I threat he
no more! lives :
Macbeth does murther sleep, the innocent sleep; Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. Sleep, that knits up the ravell’d sleave* of care,
[A bell rings. The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
Chief nourisher in life's feast.' That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. [Exit. Lady M.
What do you mean? * Dudgeon means handle. ?
• Sleave means unwrought silk.
Macb. Still it cried, “ Sleep no more !" to all
SCENE- Without the Castle. the house:
Enter Rosse and an Old Man. “ Glamis hath murther'd sleep: and therefore Cawdor
Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember well, Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more. Within the volume of which time I have seen Lady M. Who was it that thus cried? Why, Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore worthy thane,
night You do unbend your noble strength, to think Hath trifled former knowings. So brainsickly of things :-Go, get some water, Rosse.
Ah, good father, And wash this filthy witness from your hand.- Thou see'st, the heavens, as troubled with man's act, Why did you bring these daggers from the place? Threaten bis bloody stage: by the clock, tis 'day, They must lie there: Go, carry them; and smear
And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp: The sleepy grooms with blood.
Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame, Macb.
I'll go no more:
That darkness does the face of earth intomb, I am afaid to think what I have done;
When living light should kiss it?
Here comes the good Macduff:-
Rosse. Is’t known who did this more than bloody For it must seem their guilt.
deed ? [Exit. Knocking within. Macd. Those that Macbeth bath slain. Macb. W bence is that knocking ? Rosse.
Alas, the day! How is’t with me, when every noise appals me?
What good could they pretend ? What hands are here: Ha! they pluck out mine Macd.
They were suborn’d:
Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons, Will all great Neptune's Ocean wash this blood Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will Suspicion of the deed. rather
'Gainst nature still: The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Making the green-one red.
Thine own life's means !--Then 'tis most like Re-enter Lady MACBETH.
The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth. ? Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but I Macd. He is already nam'd; and gone to Scone shame
To be invested. To wear a heart so white. [Knock.] I hear a Rosse. Where is Duncan's body? knocking
Macd. Carried to Colmes-kill; At the south entry: retire we to our chamber;
The sacred storehouse of his predecessors, A little water clears us of this deed :
And guardian of their bones. How easy is it then! Your constancy
Will you to Scone ? Hath left you unattended.-[Knocking.] Hark! Macd. No, cousin, I'll to l'ife. more knocking:
Well, I will thither, Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, Macd. Well, may you see things well done And show us to be watchers :-Be not lost
there:-adieu ! So poorly in your thoughts.
Lest our old robes sit easier than our new ! Macb. To know my deed, 'twere best not know Rosse. Farewell, father. myself.
[Knock. Old M. God’s benison go with you, and with those Wake Duncan with thy knocking; I would thou That would make good of bad, and friends of foes ! couldst! [Exeunt.
SCENE.-Forres. A Room in the Palace.
Senet sounded. Entor MACBETH, as King ; Lady
MACBETH, as Queen; LENOX, Rosse, Lords,
If he had been forgotten
Macb. To night we hold a solemn supper, sir,
Let your highness
Macb. Ride you this afternoon?
Ay, my good lord. Against my near’st of life: And though I could Macb. Is’t far you ride ?
With bare-fac'd power sweep bim from my sight, Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not, Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the For certain friends that are both his and mine, better,
Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall I must become a borrower of the night,
Whom I myself struck down: and thence it is For a dark hour or twain.
That I to your assistance do make love; Macb,
Fail not our feast. Masking the business from the common eye, Ban. My lord, I will not.
For sundry weighty reasons. Macb. I wish your horses swift and sure of foot, 2 Mur.
We shall, my lord, And so I do commend you to their backs. Perform what you command us. Farewell. [Exit Banquo. 1 Mur.
Though our livesLet every man be master of his time
Macb. Your spirits shine through you. Within Till seven at night; to make society
this hour, at most, The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself I will advise you where to plant yourselves. Till supper-time alone; while then, God be with Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time, you.
The moment on't; for’t must be done to-night, [Exeunt Lady MACBETH, Lords, Ladies, &c. And something from the palace. Sirrab, a word with you : Attend those men our Fleance his son, that keeps him company, pleasure ?
(Whose absence is no less material to me Attend. They are, my lord, without the palace Than is his father's,) must embrace the fate gate.
Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart; Macb. Bring them before us.-[Exit Atten.]– I'll come to you anon, To be thus, is nothing;
We are resolved, my lord. But to be safely thus :-Our fears in Banquo Macb. I'll call upon you straight; abide within, Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature It is concluded :- Banquo, thy soul's flight, Reigns that which would be feared : ’tis much he If it find heaven, must find it out to-night. dares;
[Excunt. And to that dauntless temper of his mind, He bath a wisdom that doth guide his valour
Enter Lady MACBETH. To act in safety. There is none but he,
Nought's had, all's spent Whose being I do fear : and under him
Where our desire is got without content; My genius is rebuk’d. IIe chid the sisters,
'Tis safer to be that which we destroy, When first they put the name of king upon me,
Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy.
low now, my lord ? why do you keep alone, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
Of sorriest* fancies your companions making ? Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
Using those thoughts which should indeed bave died No son of mine succeeding.
If it be so,
With them they think on? Things without remedy, For Banquo's issue have 1 fillid my mind;
Should be without regard: what's done is done. For them the gracious Duncan have I murther’d; She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice
Macb. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it; Put rancours in the vessel of my peace Only for them; and mine eternal jewel
Remains in danger of her former tooth. Rather than so, come, fate, into the list,
But let the frame of things disjoint, both the Given to the common enemy of man,
worlds suffer, To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings !
Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep And champion me to the utterance !- Who's there : In the affliction of these terrible dreams,
Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers. That shake us nightly: Better be with the dead, Now to the door, and stay there till we call.
Whom we, to gain our peace, bave sent to peace,
[Exit Attendant. Than on the torture of the mind to lie Was it not yesterday we spoke together ?
In restless ecstacy.t Duncan is in his grave 1 Mur. It was, so please your highness.
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Macb.
Well then now,
Treason has done bis worst: nor steel, nor poison, Have you considered of my speeches ?
Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, 2 Mur.
I am one, my liege, Can touch him further? Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Lady M. Come on ; Have so incens'd, that I am reckless what
Gentle my lord, sleek o’er your rugged looks ; I do, to spite the world.
Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night. 1 Mur. And I another.
Macb. So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you: So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,
Let your remembrance apply to Banquo; That I would set my life on any chance,
Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue To mend it, or be rid on’t.
Unsafe the while, that we Macb.
Must leave our honours in these flattering streams, Know, Banquo was your enemy.
And make our faces vizards to our hearts, 2 Mur.
True, my lord.
Disguising wbat they are. Macb. So is he mine; and in such bloody dis.
You must leave this. tance,
* Sorriest here means most melancholy. That every minute of his being thrusts
† Ecstacy means agony,
Both of you