Enter MACBETH. Len. Good-morrow, noble fir! Macb. Good-morrow, both! Not yet. Macd. Is the king ftirring, worthy thane? Macd. He did command me to call timely on him I have almost slipp'd the hour. Macb. But yet, 'tis one. Macb. The labour we delight in, phyficks pain. This is the door. Macb. He does :—he did appoint so. Len. The night has been unruly: Where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down: and, as they fay, Lamentings heard i' the air; ftrange screams of death; And prophecying, with accents terrible, Of dire combustion, and confus'd events, The obfcure bird Clamour'd the livelong night: fome say, the earth Macb. 'Twas a rough night. Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel A fellow to it. Re-enter MACDUFF. Macd. O horror! horror! horror! Tongue, nor heart, Cannot conceive, nor name thee! Macb. Len. What's the matter? Macd. Macd. Confufion now hath made his master-piece! Moft facrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence The life o' the building. Macb. What is't you fay? 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 yourselves.-Awake! awake!— [Exeunt MACBETH and LENOX. Ring the alarum-bell :-Murder! and treafon! Malcolm! Banquo! Lady M. [Bell rings. Enter Lady MACBETH. What's the business, That fuch a hideous trumpet calls to parley The fleepers of the houfe? fpeak, fpeak, Macd. O, gentle lady, 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak : The repetition, in a woman's ear, Would murder as it fell.-O Banquo! Banquo! Dear Duff, I pr'ythee, contradict thy felf, And fay, it is not fo. Re enter Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX. Mach. Had I but died an hour before this chance, All is but toys: renown, and grace, is dead; Is left this vault to brag of. Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN. Don. What is amifs? Macb. You are, and do not know it: The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood Macd. Your royal father's murder'd. O, by whom? Mal. They star'd, and were distracted; no man's life Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury, That I did kill them. Macd. Wherefore did you fo? Macb. Who can be wife, amaz'd, temperate, and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man : The expedition of my violent love Out-ran the pauser reason.-Here lay Duncan, That That had a heart to love, and in that heart Lady M. Help me hence, ho! Why do we hold our tongues, Macd. Look to the lady. Mal. That most may claim this argument for ours? Where our fate, hid within an augre-hole, May rush, and feize us? Let's away; our tears And when we have our naked frailties hid, And question this most bloody piece of work, Mal. What will you do? Let's not confort with them: To show an unfelt forrow, is an office Which the falfe man does easy: I'll to England. Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune Shall keep us both the fafer: where we are, There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, The nearer bloody. Mal. And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, But shift away: There's warrant in that theft SCENE IV. Without the Cafile. Enter Rosse, and an old Man. Old M. Threefcore and ten I can remember well: Hours dreadful, and things strange; but this fore night Roffe. Ah, good father, Thou feeft, the heavens, as troubled with man's act, Old M. 'Tis unnatural, Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last, A faulcon, tow'ring in her pride of place, Was by a moufing owl hawk'd at, and kill'd. Roffe. And Duncan's horses, (a thing most strange and certain,) Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, |