At what it did fo freely? from this time, I dare do all that may become a man ; Lady. What beaft was't then, That made you break this enterprize to me? Macb. If we should fail, But fcrew your courage to the sticking place, When Duncan is afleep, (Whereto the rather fhall his day's hard journey Macb. Bring forth men-children only ! For For thy undaunted metal fhould compofe Lady. Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar, Macb. I'm fettled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible Feat. Away, and mock the time with faireft fhow: False face must hide what the falfe heart doth know. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE, A Hall in Macbeth's Castle. Enter Banquo, and Fleance with a torch before him. BANQUO. OW goes the night, boy? Fle. The moon is down: I have not heard the clock. Ban. And fhe goes down at twelve. Fle. I take't, 'tis later, Sir. Ban. Hold, take my fword. There's husbandry in heav'n, Their candles are all out. Take thee that too. A heavy fummons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not fleep: Merciful Pow'rs! Enter Macbeth, and a fervant with a torch. Macb. A friend. Ban. Ban. What, Sir, not yet at reft? the King's a-bed. He hath to night been in unusual pleasure, officers; And fent great largess to your This diamond he greets your wife withal, By the name of most kind Hostess, and shut up Mach. Being unprepar'd, Our will became the fervant to defect; I dreamt last night of the three weïrd fifters Macb. I think not of them; Yet, when we can intreat an hour to serve, Ban. At your kind leisure. Macb. If you shall cleave to my confent, when 'tis, It fhall make honour for you. Ban. So I lofe none In feeking to augment it, but ftill keep Macb. Good repose the while! Ban. Thanks, Sir; the like to you. [Exeunt Banquo and Fleance. Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. Is this a dagger which I fee before me, Exit Serv. The handle tow'rd my hand? come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I fee thee ftill. Art thou not, fatal Vifion, fenfible As this which now I draw. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; Mine eyes are made the fools o' th' other fenfes, Or I fee thee ftill Or elfe worth all the rest And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er one half the world Whofe howl's his watch) thus with his ftealthy pace, Enter Lady. 1 [Exit. Lady. That, which hath made them drunk, hath made me bold: What hath quench'd them, hath giv'n me fire. Hark! peace! It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bell-man, Which gives the ftern'ft good-night he is about it The doors are open; and the furfeited grooms Do mock their charge with fnores. I've drugg'd their That death and nature do contend about them, Enter Macbeth. Macb. Who's there? what ho! Lady. Alack! I am afraid, they have awak'd ; And 'tis not done; th' attempt, and not the deed, Confounds us VOL. VI -¡hark! I laid their daggers ready, N He He could not mifs 'em. Had he not refembled noise ? Lady. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry. Did not you speak ? Macb. When? Lady. Now. Macb. As I defcended? Lady. Ay. Macb. Hark! who lies i' th' fecond chamber? Lady. Donalbain. Macb. This is a forry fight. [Looks on his hands. Lady. A foolish thought, to fay, a forry fight. Macb. There's one did laugh in's fleep, and one cry'd, Murther! They wak'd each other; and I ftood and heard them; But they did fay their prayers, and address them Again to fleep. Lady. There are two lodg'd together. the other; "God blefs us! and, "Amen! As they had feen me with these hangman's hands. Liftening their fear, I could not say, Amen, Lady. Confider it not fo deeply. Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce, Amen ? I had moft need of bleffing, and Amen Stuck in my throat. Lady. Thefe deeds must not be thought, After thefe ways; fo, it will make us mad. Macb.Methought, I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Macbeth doth murther Sleep; the innocent fleep; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd fleeve of care, Lady. What do you mean? Macb.Still it cry'd, fleep no more, to all the house; Shall |