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Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more !

Lady. Who was it, that thus cry'd? why, worthy Thane,
You do unbend your noble strength, to think
So brain-fickly of things ; go, get some water,
And wash this filthy witness from your

Why did you bring these daggers from the place ?)
They must lye there. Go, carry them, and smear
The sleepy grooms with blood.

Macb. I'll go no more ;
I am afraid to think what I have done;
Look on't again, I dare not.

Lady. Infirm of purpose !
Give me the daggers ; the sleeping and the dead
Are but as pictures ; 'tis the eye of childhood,
That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,
I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,
For it must seem their guilt.

Knocks within,
Macb. Whence is that knocking! [Starting:
How is it with me, when every noise appals me?
What hands are here? hah! they pluck out mine eyes,
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand ? no, this my hand will rather
Thy multitudinous fea incarnardine,
Making the green one red

Enter Lady.
Lady. My hands are of your colour ; but I shame
To wear a heart so white; I hear a knocking (Knock.
At the south entry. Retire we to our chamber;
A little water clears us of this deed.
How easie is it then ? your constancy
Hath left you unattended hark, more knocking!

Get on your night-gown, leit occafion call us,
And shew us to be Watchers; be not lost
So poorly in your thoughts.
Macb. To know my deed, 'twere best not know my self.
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Wake, Duncan, with this knocking: 'would, thou couldst!

[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. [Knock] Knock, knock, knock. Who's there, i' th' name of Belzebub ? here's a farmer, that hang'd himself on the expectation of plenty : come in time, have napkins enough about you, here you'll sweat for't. [Knock] Knock, knock. Who's there i' th' 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 heav'n:

oh, come in, equivocator. [Knock] Knock, knock, knock. Who's there ? faith, here's an English taylor come hither for stealing out of a French hofe: come in, taylor, here you may roast your goose. [Knock] 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 th' everlasting bonfire. [Knock] Anon, anon, I pray you, remember

the porter.

Enter Macduff, and Lenox. Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, That you

do lie so late ? Port. Faith, Sir, we were carousing 'till the second

cock : And Drink, Sir, is a great provoker of three things.

Macd. What three things doth Drink especially propoke?

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 perswades him, and disheartens him ; makes him ftand to, and not stand to; in conclu.

fion, equivocates him into 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' th 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 some time, yet made a shift to cast him.

Macd. Is thy master stirring ?
Our knocking has awak'd him ; here he comes.
Len. Good morrow, noble Sir.

Enter Macbeth.
Macb. Good morrow, Both.
Macd. Is the King ftirring, worthy Thane ?
Macb. Not yet.

Macd. He did command me to call timely on him; I've almost slipt the hour.

Macb. I'll bring you to him.

Macd. I know, this is a joyful trouble to you: But yet, 'tis one.

Macb. The labour, we delight in, physicks pain; This is the door. Macd. I'll make so bold to call, for 'tis my limited service.

[Exit Macduff. Len. Goes the King hence to day? Macb. He did appoint so.

Len. The night has been unruly; where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down : And, as they say, Lamentings heard i' th' air, strange screams of death, And prophesying with accents terrible Of dire combustion, and confus'd events, New hatch'd to th' woeful time: The obscure bird clamour'd the live-long night. Some say, the earth was fev'rous, and did shake. Macb 'Twas a rough night.

Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel A fellow to it.

Enter Macduff. Macdi O horror! horror! horror!

Nor tongue, nor heart, cannot conceive, nor name

Macb. and Len. What's the matter ?
Macd. Confusion now hath made his master-piece;
Most facrilegious murther hath broke ope
The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
The life o'th' building.

Macb. What is't you say? the life?
Len. Mean you his Majesty ?.

Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your fight
With a new Gorgon.- Do not bid me speak;
See, and then speak your selves: awake! awake!

[Exeunt Macbeth and Len.'
Ring the alarum-bell murther! and treason !
Banquo, and Donalbain! Malcolm ! awake!
Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,
And look on death it felf
The great Doom's image

Malcolm! Banquo ! As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprights, (1) To countenance this horror.

Bell rings. Enter Lady Macbeth.
Lady. What's the business,
That such an hideous trumpet calls to parley
The sleepers of the houses speak.

Macd. Gentle lady,
"Tis not for you to hear what I can speak.
The repetition in a woman's ear
Would murther as it fell. - Banquo, Banquo !


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(11) To countenance this horror. Ring the Bell.] I havé ventur'd to throw out these last Words, as no part of the Text. Macduff had said at the Beginning of his Speech, Ring out th' Alarum Bell ; But if the Bell had rung out immediately, not a Word of what he says could have been die Atinguish’d. Ring the Bell, I say, was a Marginal Dire&ion in the prompter's Book for him to order the Bell to be rung, the Minute that Macduff ceases speaking. In proof of this, we may observe, that the Hemiftich end

Enter Banquo. Our royal master's murther'd.

Lady. Woe, alas!
What, in our house?

Ban. Too cruel, any where.
Macduff, I prythee, contradict thy felf,
And say, it is not so.

Enter Macbeth, Lenox, and Roffe.
Macb. Had I but dy'd an hour before this chance,
I had liv'd a blessed time : for, from this instant,
There's nothing serious in mortality ;
All is but toys; Renown, and Grace, is dead;
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of.,

Enter Malcolm, and Donalbain,
Don. What is amiss ?

Macb. You are, and do not know't :
The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
Is stopt; the very source of it is stopt.

Macb. Your royal father's murther’d.
Mal. Oh, by whom?

Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had don't;
Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood,
So were their daggers, which, unwip'd, we found
Upon their pillows; they ftar'd and were distracted ;
No man's life was to be truited with them.

Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
That I did kill them.
Macd. Wherefore did


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rious, Loyal and neutral in a moment ? no man. ing Macduff 's speech, and that beginning Lady Macbeth's, make up a compleat Verse. Now if Ring the Bell had been a part of the Text, can we imagine the Poet would have begun the Lady's speech with a broken Line ? N 4


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