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Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more !
Lady. Who was it, that thus cry'd? why, worthy Thane,
Macb. I'll go no more ;
Lady. Infirm of purpose !
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
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 ?
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. What is't you say? the life?
Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your fight
[Exeunt Macbeth and Len.'
Malcolm! Banquo ! As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprights, (1) To countenance this horror.
Bell rings. Enter Lady Macbeth.
Macd. Gentle lady,
up, up, and see
(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!
Ban. Too cruel, any where.
Enter Macbeth, Lenox, and Roffe.
Enter Malcolm, and Donalbain,
Macb. You are, and do not know't :
Macb. Your royal father's murther’d.
Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had don't;
Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
fo? Macb. Who can be wise, amaz’d, temp?rate and fue
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