The curtain'd sleep; now witchcraft celebrates Whofe howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, And take the present horror from the time, Which now fuits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives; I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. SCENE II. The fame. Enter Lady MACBETH. [A bell rings. [Exit. Lady M. 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 bellman, Which gives the ftern'ft good-night. He is about it: Do mock their charge with fnores: I have drugg'd their poffets, That death and nature do contend about them, Macb. [Within.] Who's there?—what, ho! And 'tis not done :-the attempt, and not the deed, Enter MACBETH. Macb. I have done the deed :-Didst thou not hear a noife? Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry. Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a forry fight. Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one cried, murder! That they did wake each other; I stood and heard them : But they did fay their prayers, and addrefs'd them Again to fleep. Lady M. There are two lodg'd together. Macb. One cried, God bless us! and, Amen, the other; As they had feen me, with these hangman's hands, Liftening their fear. I could not fay, amen, When they did fay, God bless us. Lady M. Confider it not fo deeply. Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce, amen? I had most need of bleffing, and amen Stuck in my throat. Lady M. Lady M. These deeds must not be thought After these ways; fo, it will make us mad. Macb. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd fleave of care, Lady M. What do you mean? Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more! to all the house: Glamis bath murder'd fleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall fleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more! Lady M. Who was it, that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on't again, I dare not. Lady M. 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. [Exit. Knocking within. How is't with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine eyes! The multitudinous feas incarnardine, Making the green-one red. Re-enter Lady MACBETH. Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but I fhame To wear a heart fo white. [Knock.] I hear a knocking At the fouth entry:-retire we to our chamber: A little water clears us of this deed: How easy is it then? Your conftancy Hath left you unattended.~[Knocking.] Hark! more knocking : Get on your nightgown, left occasion call us, -Be not loft And fhow us to be watchers :- So poorly in your thoughts. Macb. To know my deed,-'twere beft not know my felf. [Knock. Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would thou could'ft! [Exeunt. SCENE III. The fame. Enter a Porter. [Knocking within. Porter. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he fhould have old turning the key. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock: Who's there, i' the 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. [Knocking.] Knock, knock: Who's there, i' the other devil's name? 'Faith, here's an equivocator, that could fwear in both the scales against either scale; who committed treafon enough for God's fake, yet could not equivocate to heaven: heaven: O, come in, equivocator. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock: Who's there? 'Faith, here's an English tailor come hither, for stealing out of a French hose : Come in, tailor; here you may roast your goose. [Knocking.] 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 fome of all profesfions, that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. [Knocking.] Anon, anon; I pray you, remember the por[Opens the gate. ter. Enter MACDUFF and LENOX. Macd. Was it fo late, friend, ere you went to bed, That you do lie fo late? Port. 'Faith, fir, we were caroufing 'till the second cock : and drink, fir, is a great provoker of three things. Macd. What three things does drink especially provoke ? Port. Marry, fir, nofe-painting, fleep, and urine. Lechery, fir, it provokes, and unprovokes: it provokes the defire, but it takes away the performance: Therefore, much drink may be faid to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; it fets him on, and it takes him off; it perfuades him, and disheartens him ; makes him stand to, and not stand to: in conclufion, equivocates him in a fleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him. Macd. I believe, drink gave thee the lie last night. Port. That it did, fir, i' the 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 fometime, yet I made a fhift to caft him. Macd. Is thy master stirring ? Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes. Enter |