Away, and mock the time with fairest show: False face must hide what the false heart doth know. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE 1. Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE, with a Torch before him. *Ban. How goes the night, boy? Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. Fle. I take't, 'tis later, Sir. Ban. "Hold, take my sword :-There's husbandry "Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too." Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a Torch. Mac. A friend. 9 Ban. What, Sir, not yet at rest? the king's a-bed : He hath been in unusual pleasure, and Sent forth great largess to your officers: This diamond he greets your wife withal, By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up In measureless content. Mac. Being unprepar'd, Our will became the servant to defect; Ban. All's well. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: Mac. I think not of them : Yet, when we can intreat an hour to serve, 20 We would spend it in some words upon that business, If you would grant the time. Ban. At your kind'st leisure. Mac. *If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, It shall make honour for you. Ban. So I lose none, In seeking to augment it, but still keep My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear, I shall be counsel'd. Mac. Good repose, the while! 31 Ban. Thanks, Sir; the like to you! [Exit BANQUo. Mac. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. [Exit Ser. Is this a dagger, which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me *clutch thee: I have thee not; and yet I see thee still. To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but 40 As As this which now I draw. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, *And on thy blade, and dudgeon, *gouts of blood, 50 Thus to mine eyes.-*Now o'er the one half world 60 Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, *With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.-*Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, *which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where-about*, *And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it." While I threat, he lives : Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.” [A Bell rings. I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. 70 [Exit. SCENE SCENE II. Enter Lady MACBETH. Lady. That which hath made them drunk, hath made me bold; What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire: Hark! Peace! : It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bell-man, That death and nature do contend about them, 80 Mac. [Within.] Who's there?-what, ho! Lady. Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd, And 'tis 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 don't.-My husband? Enter MACBETH. Mac. I have done the deed :-Didst thou not hear a noise? Lady. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry. Did not you speak ? Mac. Hark! Who lies i'the second chamber? Lady. Donalbain. Mac. This is a sorry sight. [Looking on his Hands. Lady. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. Mac. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one cry'd, murder! That they did wake each other; I stood and heard them : But they did say their prayers, and address'd them Again to sleep. Lady. There are two lodg'd together. 100 Mac. One cry'd, God bless us! and, Amen, the other; As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands, Mac. But wherefore could not I pronounce, amen? I had most need of blessing, and amen Stuck in my throat. Lady. These deeds must not be thought After these ways; so, it will make us mad. 110 Mac. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep; the innocent sleep; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd *sleave of care, * The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Lady. What do you mean? Mac. Still it cry'd, Sleep no more! to all the house : Glamis |