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He hath been in unusual pleasure, and

It was the owl that shriek’d, the fatal bellman, Sent forth great largess to your offices.

Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it. This diamond he greets your wife withal,

The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms By the name of most kind hostess, and shut up Do mock their charge with snores : I have drugg'd their In measureless content.

possets, Macb. Being unprepard,

That death and nature do contend about them, Our will became the servant to defect,

Whether they live, or die. Which else should free have wrought.

Macb. Within.] Who's there ?-what, ho ! Ban.

All's well. Lady M. Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd, I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters :

And 't is not done :-the attempt, and not the deed, To you they have show'd some truth.

Confounds us.-Hark!-I laid their daggers ready, Macb.

I think not of them : He could not miss them.--Had he not resembled Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,

My father as he slept, I had done 't.--My husband ? We would spend it in some words upon that business,

Enter MACBETH. If you would grant the time.

Macb. I have done the deed.-Didst thou not hear a Ban. At your kind'st leisure.

noise ? Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent, when 't is, Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry. It shall make honour for you.

Did not you speak ? Ban.

So I lose none

Macb.

When ? In seeking to augment it, but still keep

Lady M.

Now. My bosom franchis’d, and allegiance clear,

Macb.

As I descended ? I shall be counsell’d.

Lady M. Ay.
Macb.
Good repose, the while.

Macb. Hark!
Ban. Thanks, sir : the like to you.

Who lies i' the second chamber ? [Exeunt Banquo and FLEANCE. Lady M.

Donalbain, Macb. Go; bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,

Macb. This is a sorry sight. [Showing his hands. She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.

Lady M. A foolish thought to say a sorry sight.

[Exit Servant. Macb. There's one did laugh in 's sleep, and one Is this a dagger, which I see before me,

cried, “murder !!! The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch That they did wake each other: I stood and heard them; thee:

But they did say their prayers, and address'd them I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

Again to sleep. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible

Lady M.

There are two lodg'd together. To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but

Macb. One cried "God bless us !” and “ Amen,” the A dagger of the mind, a false creation,

other, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ?

As they had seen me with these hangman's hands. I see thee yet, in form as palpable

Listening their fear, I could not say amen, As this which now I draw.

When they did say God bless us. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;

Lady M.

Consider it not so deeply. And such an instrument I was to use.

Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce amen? Mine eyes are made the fools o the other senses, I had most need of blessing, and amen Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still ;

Stuck in my throat. And on thy blade, and dudgeon-, gouts of blood, Lady M.

These deeds must not be thought Which was not so before. There 's no such thing : After these ways: so, it will make us mad. It is the bloody business, which informs

Macb. Methought, I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no Thus to mine eyes.--Now o'er the one half world

more ! Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse

Macbeth does murder sleep,"–the innocent sleep; The curtain'd sleeper :: witchcraft celebrates

Sleep, that knits up the ravell’d sleavet of care, Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder,

The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Alarum'd by his sentinel the wolf,

Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, Chief nourisher in life's feast. With Tarquin's ravishing strides,3 towards his design

Lady M.

What do you mean? Moves like a ghost.-Thou sure and firm-set earth, Macb. Still it cried, "Sleep no more !" to all the Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear

house : The very stones prate of my where-about,

“Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor And take the present horror from the time,

Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more !!! Which now suits with it.-Whiles I threat, he lives : Lady M. Who was it that thus cried ? Why, worthy Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

thane,

[ A bell rings. You do unbend your noble strength, to think I and it is done: the bell invites me.

So brainsickly of things. Go, get some water, Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell,

And wash this filthy witness from your hand. That summons thee to heaven or to hell. [Exit. Why did you bring these daggers from the place ?

They must lie there: go, carry them, and smear
SCENE II.-The Same.

The sleepy grooms with blood.
Enter Lady MACBETH.

I'll go no more: Lady M. That which hath made them drunk hath I am afraid to think what I have done ; made me bold :

[Peace! Look on 't again, I dare not. What hath quench'd them hath given me fire.—Hark!

Infirm of purpose

e !

go,

Macb.

Lady M.

Root of box-wood, of which dagger handles were made. 3 sleep: in f. e. silk.

3 sides : in folio. Pope made the change.

4 Unwrought Ban.

Not yet.

1

Give me the daggers. The sleeping, and the dead, Port. That it did, sir, i’ the very throat on me : but Are but as pictures : 't is the eye of childhood

I requited him for his lie; and, I think, being too That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,

strọng for him, though he took up my legs sometime, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,

yet I made a shịft to cast him. For it must seem their guilt. [Exit.-Knocking within. Macd. Is thy master stirring ? Macb.

Whence is that knocking ?-- Enter MACBETH,in his night-gown.
How is 't with me, when every noise appals me? Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes.
What hands are here! Ha! they pluck out mine eyes. Len. Good-morrow, noble sir.
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood

Macb.

Good-morrow, both. Clean from my hand ? No; this my hand will rather Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane ? The multitudinous seas incarnardine,

Macb. Making the green one red.

Macd. He did command me to call timely on him: Re-enter Lady MACBETH.

I have almost slipp'd the hour. Lady M. My hands are of your colour ; but I shame Macb.

I'll bring you to him. To wear a heart so white. [Knock.] I hear a knocking Macd. I know, this is a joyful trouble to you ; At the south entry :-retire we to our chamber. But yet, 't is one. A little water clears us of this deed :

Mach. The labour we delight in physics pain. How easy is it, then ? Your constancy

This is the door. Hath left you unattended.-[Knock.] Hark! more Macd.

I'll make so bold to call, knocking.

For 't is my limited service.

[Exit MACDUFF. Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us,

Len. Goes the king hence to-day? And show us to be watchers.-Be not lost

Macb.

He does :-he did appoint so. So poorly in your thoughts.

Len. The night has been unruly: where we lay, Macb. To know my deed, 't were best not know my. Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say, self.

[Knock. Lamentings heard i' the air; strange screams of death, Wake Duncan with thy knocking: I would thou And prophesying with accents terrible couldst !

(Exeunt. Of dire combustion, and confus'd events,

New hatch'd to the woeful time. The obscure bird SCENE III.-The Same.

Clamour'd the livelong night : some say, the earth Enter a Porter. [Knocking within. Was feverous, and did shake. Porter. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man were

Macb.

'Twas a rough night. porter of hell-gate, he should have old” turning the key. Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel (Knocking:] Knock, knock, knock. Who's there, A fellow to it. i the name of Beelzebub ?-Here's a farmer, that

Re-enter MACDUFF. hanged himself on the expectation of plenty: come in

Macd. O horror ! horror ! horror! Tongue, nor heart; time; have napkins enough about you ; here you ’ll Cannot conceive, nor name thee. sweat for’t. [Knocking.] Knock, knock. Who's there,

Macb. Len.

What's the matter ? in the other devil's name ?-?Faith, here's an equívo

Macd. Confusion now hath made his master-piece. cator, that could swear in both the scales against either Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope scale'; who committed treason enough for God's sake, The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence yet could not equivocate to heaven :0.! come in, equi- The life o' the building. vocator. (Knocking:) Knock, knock, knock. Who's Macb. What is 't you say ? the life ? there ?-?Faith, here's an English tailor come hither Len. Mean you his majesty ? for stealing out of a French hose : come in, tailor; Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight here you may roast your goose, [Knocking.] Knock, With a new Gorgon.—Do not bid me speak: knock. Never at quiet!, What are you ?-But this See, and then speak yourselves.---Awake! awake !place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no far

[Exeunt MACBETH and LENOX. ther : I. had thought to have let in some of all pro- Ring the alarum-bell !-Murder, and treason ! fessions, that go the primrose way to the everlasting Banquo, and Donalbain! Malcolm, awake ! bonfire. [Knocking:] Anon, anon: I pray you, re- Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, member the porter.

[Opens the gate. And look on death itself: up, up, and see Enter Macduff and LENOX.

The great doom's image !-Malcolm! Banquo ! Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites That you do lie so late ?

To countenance this horror. Ring the bell! [Bell rings. Port. 'Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second

Enter Lady MACBETH. cock; and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things. Lady M. What's the business,

Macd. What three things does drink especially pro- That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley voke?

The sleepers of the house ? speak, speak ! Port. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Macd.

O, gentle lady! Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes : it provokes 'T is not for you to hear what I can speak: the desire, but it takes away the performance. There- The repetition, in a woman's ear, fore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator

Enter BANQUo unready.* with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him ; it sets Would murder as it fell.-0 Banquo! Banquo ! him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and Our royal master's murder'd ! disheartens' him; makes him stand to, and not stand

Lady M.

Woe, alas! to : in conclusion, equivocates him a-sleep, and, giving What! in our house? him the lie, leaves him.

Too cruel, any where. Macd. I believe, drink gave thee the lie. last night. Dear Duff, I pr’ythee, contradict thyself,

2 Used, as often, as an augmentative.

3 The rest of this direction is

1 So the old copies; some mod. eds. read : the green-one red. not in f. e. 4 This word is not in f. e.

And say, it is not so.

Mal.

This murderous shaft that's shot Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX,

Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, Is to avoid the aim : therefore, to horse; I had liv'd a blessed time, for from this instant And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, There's nothing serious in mortality;

But shift away. There's warrant in that theft All is but toys : renown and grace are dead;

Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left. The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees

[Exeunt. Is left this vault to brag of. Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN.

SCENE IV-Without the Castle. Don. What is amiss ?

Enter Rosse and an Old Man. Macb.

You are, and do not know 't: The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood

Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember well; Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd.

Within the volume of which time I have seen Macd. Your royal father's murder'd.

Hours dreadful, and things strange, but this sore night Mal.

O ! by whom ? Hath trifled former knowings. Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done ’t. Rosse.

Ah! good father, Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood; Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act, So were their daggers, which, unwip'd, we found Threaten his bloody stage : by the clock 't is day, Upon their pillows: they stard, and were distracted. And yet dark night strangles the travailing lamp. No man's life was to be trusted with them.

Is 't night's predominance, or the day's shame, Macb. O! yet I do repent me of my fury,

That darkness does the face of earth entomb,
That I did kill them.

When living light should kiss it ?
Macd.
Wherefore did you so ?

Old M.

'Tis unnatural, Macb. Who can be wise, amaz’d, temperate and Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last, furious,

A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Loyal and neutral, in a moment ? No man:

Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at, and kill'd. The expedition of my violent love

Rosse. And Duncan's horses (a thing most strange Out-ran the pauser reason.--Here lay Duncan,

and certain) His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood;

Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, For ruin's wasteful entrance : there, the murderers, Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers Make war with mankind. Unmannerly breech'd with gore. Who could refrain,

Old M.

'Tis said, they ate each other. That had a heart to love, and in that heart

Rosse. They did so; to th’ amazement of mine eyes, Courage to make's love known?

That look'd upon 't. Here comes the good Macduff.-
Lady M.
Help me hence, ho !

Enter MACDUFF,
Macd. Look to the lady. [Lady MACBETH swoons. How goes the world, sir, now?
Mal.
Why do we hold our tongues, Macd.

Why, see you not ? That most may claim this argument for ours ?

Rosse. Is 't known who did this more than bloody deed ? Don. What should be spoken

Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain. Here, where our fate, hid in an auger-hole,

Rosse.

Alas, the day! May rush, and seize us ? Let's away: our tears What good could they pretend ? Are not yet brew'd.

Macd.

They were suborn'd. Mal. Nor our strong sorrow

Malcolm, and Donalbain, the king's two sons, Upon the foot of motion.

Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them Ban. Look to the lady.--- [Lady MacB. is borne out. Suspicion of the deed. And when we have our naked frailties hid,

Rosse.

'Gainst nature still : That suffer in exposure, let us meet,

Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up
And question this most bloody piece of work,

Thine own life's means !—Then, 't is most like,
To know it farther. Fears and scruples shake us : The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.
In the great hand of God I stand ; and, thence,

Macd. He is already nam'd, and gone to Scone Against the undivulg'd pretence? I fight

To be invested. Of treasonous malice.

Rosse.

Where is Duncan's body ?
Macd.
And so do I.

Macd. Carried to Colme-kill;
All.

So all.

The sacred store-house of his predecessors, Macb.

Let's briefly put on manly readiness, And guardian of their bones. And meet i’ the hall together.

Rosse.

Will you to Scone ? All.

Well contented.

Macd. No, cousin ; I'll to Fife. [Exeunt all but MAL. and Dox. Rosse.

Well, I will thither. Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort with them : Macd. Well, may you see things well done there : To show an unfelt sorrow is an office

adieu Which the false man does easy. I'll to England,

Lest our old robes sit easier than our new! Don. To Ireland, I: our separated fortune

Rosse. Farewell, father. Shall keep us both the safer ; where we are,

Old M. God's benison go with you; and with those, There's daggers in men's smiles : the near in blood, That would make good of bad, and friends of foes ! The nearer bloody.

[Exeunt. ACT III.

1 Not in f. e.

2 Intention.

3 So old copies; most mod eds. read : travelling.

Is’t far you

My genius is rebuk'd, as, it is said, SCENE I.-Fores, A Room in the Palace.

Mark Antony's was by Cæsar. He chid the sisters, Enter BANQUO.

When first they put the name of king upon me, Ban. Thou hast it now, king, Cawdor, Glamis, all, And bade them speak to him; then, prophet-like, As the weird women promis'd ; and, I fear,

They hail'd him father to a line of kings.
Thou play'dst most foully for 't: yet it was said, Upon my head they plac'd a fruitless crown,
It should not stand in thy posterity;

And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
But that myself should be the root, and father Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
Of many kings. If there come truth from them, No son of mine succeeding. If't be so,
(As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches show)

For Banquo's issue have I fil dmy mind,
Why, by the verities on thee made good,

For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd ; May they not be my oracles as well,

Put rancours in the vessel of my peace And set me up in hope? But, hush! no more. Only for them; and mine eternal jewel Sennet. Enter MACBETH, as King ; Lady MACBETH, Given to the common enemy of man,

as Queen; LENOX, Rosse, Lords, Ladies, and To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings ! Attendants.

Rather than so, come, fate, into the list, Macb. Here's our chief guest.

And champion me to the utterance --Who's there? Lady M.

If he had been forgotten, Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers. It had been as a gap in our great feast,

Now, go to the door, and stay there till we call. And all things unbecoming.

[Exit Attendant. Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir, Was it not yesterday we spoke together ? And I'll request your presence.

1 Mur. It was, so please your highness. Ban. Lay your highness'ı Macb.

Well then, now, Command upon me, to the which my duties

Have you consider'd of my speeches ? Know, Are with a most indissoluble tie

That it was he, in the times past, which held you For ever knit.

So under fortune; which, you thought, had been Macb. Ride you this afternoon ?

Our innocent self. This I made good to you Ban. Ay, my good lord.

In our last conference; pass'd in probation with you, Macb. We should have else desir’d your good advice How you were borne in hand; how cross'd; the instru(Which still hath been both grave and prosperous)

ments; In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow. Who wrought with them; and all things else, that might, ride?

To half a soul, and to a notion craz’d, Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time Say, " Thus did Banquo." 'Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better, 1 Mur.

You made it known to us. I must become the borrower of the night

Macb. I did so; and went farther, which is now For a dark hour, or twain.

Our point of second meeting. Do you find
Macb.
Fail not our feast.

Your patience so predominant in your nature,
Ban. My lord, I will not.

That you can let this go? Are you so gospell’d Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd To pray for this good man, and for his issue, In England, and in Ireland ; not confessing

Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave, Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers

And beggar'd yours for ever ? With strange invention. But of that to-morrow;

1 Mur.

We are men, my liege. When, therewithal, we shall have cause of state Macb. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men, Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse : adieu, As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you ? Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are cleped

Ban. Ay, my good lord, our time does call upon us. All by the name of dogs : the valued file

Macb. I wish your horses swift, and sure of foot; Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, And so I do commend you to their backs.

The house-keeper, the hunter, every one Farewell.

[Exit BANQUO. According to the gift which bounteous nature Let every man be master of his time

Hath in him clos'd, whereby he does receive Till seven at night. To make society

Particular addition, from the quill The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself

That writes them all alike ; and so of men. Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you. Now, if you have a station in the file

[Esceunt Lady MACBETH, Lords, Ladies, 8c. Not i' the worst rank of manhood, say it, Sirrah, a word with you. Attend those men

And I will put that business in your bosoms, Our pleasure ?

Whose execution takes your enerny off, Atten. They are, my lord, without the palace gate. Grapples you to the heart and love of us, Macb. Bring them before us.--[Exit Atten.] To be Who wear our health but sickly in his life, thus is nothing,

Which in his death were perfect. But to be safely thus - Our fears in Banquo

2 Mur.

I am one, my liege, Stick deep, and in his royalty of nature

Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Reigns that which would be feard ; 't is much he dares; Have so incens'd, that I am reckless what
And to that dauntless temper of his mind,

I do to spite the world.
He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour

1 Mur.

And I another, To act in safety. There is none but he

So wearied with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, Whose being I do fear, and under him

That I would set my life on any chance, 1 Let your highness: in f. e. 2 Defiled. 3 Fr. à l'outrance, extremity.

and so

To mend it, or be rid on’t.

Lady M.

Come on:
Macb.
Both of you

Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks ;
Know Banquo was your enemy.

Be bright and jovial ’mong your guests to-night. 2 Mur.

True, my lord.
Macb. So shall I, love; and ,

I

pray, be you. Macb. So is he mine ; and in such bloody distance, Let your remembrance apply to Banquo: That every minute of his being thrusts

Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue: Against my near'st of life. And though I could Unsafe the while, that we must lave our honours With bare-fac'd power sweep him from my sight, In these flattering streams, and make our faces And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not,

Vizards to our hearts, disguising what they are. For certain friends that are both his and mine,

Lady M. You must leave this. Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall

Macb. O! full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife. Whom I myself struck down : and thence it is, Thou know'st that Banquo and his Fleance live. . That I to your assistance do make love,

Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not eterne. Masking the business from the common eye

Macb. There's comfort yet; they are assailable : For sundry weighty reasons.

Then, be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flown 2 Mur.

We shall, my lord, His cloister'd flight; ere to black Hecate's summons Perform what you command us.

The shard-borne' beetle, with his drowsy hums, 1 Mur.

Though our lives-- Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done Macb. Your spirits shine through you. Within this A deed of dreadful note. hour, at most

Lady M.

What's to be done ? I will advise you where to plant yourselves,

Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Acquaint you, with a perfect spy, o' the time,

Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling2 night, The moment on't; for’t must be done to-night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And something from the palace; always thought, And with thy bloody and invisible hand, That I require a clearness : and with him,

Cancel, and tear to pieces, that great bond (To leave no rubs, nor botches, in the work)

Which keeps me pale !-Light thickens; and the crow Fleance his son, that keeps him company,

Makes wing to the rooky wood : Whose absence is no less material to me

Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Than is his father's, must embrace the fate

Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse. Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart:

Thou marvell'st at my words; but hold thee still : I'll come to you anon.

Things, bad begun, make strong themselves by ill. 2 Mur. We are resolv'd, my lord, So, pr’ythee, go with me.

[Exeunt. Macb. I'll call upon you straight : abide within.

[Exeunt Murderers.

SCENE III.—The Same. A Park, with a road lead

ing to the Palace. It is concluded : Banquo, thy soul's flight, If it find heaven, must find it out to-night. [Exit.

Enter three Murderers.

1 Mur. But who did bid thee join with us ? SCENE II.—The Same. Another Room.

3 Mur.

Macbeth. Enter Lady MACBETH and a Servant.

2 Mur. He needs not our mistrust; since he delivers Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court ?

Our offices, and what we have to do,
Serv. Ay, madam, but returns again to-night. To thy direction just.
Lady M. Say to the king, I would attend his leisure 1 Mur.

Then stand with us.
For a few words.

The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day: Serv. Madam, I will.

[Exit. Now spurs the lated traveller apace,

Nought's had, all's spent, To gain the timely inn; and here: approaches Where our desire is got without content:

The subject of our watch. 'T is safer to be that which we destroy,

3 Mur.

Hark! I hear horses. Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.

Ban. [Within.] Give us a light there, ho !
Enter MACBETH.

2 Mur.

Then, 't is he: the rest, How now, my lord ! why do you keep alone,

That are within the note of expectation, Of sorriest fancies your companions making,

Already are i' the court. Using those thoughts, which should indeed have died 1 Mur.

His horses go about. With them they think on? Things without remedy, 3 Mur. Almost a mile : but he does usually, Should be without regard: what's done, is done. So all men do, from hence to the palace gate

Macb. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it : Make it their walk. She'll close, and be herself, whilst our poor malice

Enter BANQUO and FLEANCE, with a torch. Remains in danger of her former tooth.

2 Mur.

A light, a light! But let the eternal frame of things disjoint,

3 Mur.

'Tis he. Both the worlds suffer,

1 Mur. Stand to't. Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep

Ban. It will be rain to-night. In the affliction of these terrible dreams,

1 Mur. Let it come down. [Strikes BANQUO. That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead, Ban. 0, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly! Whom we to gain our peace have sent to peace,

Thou may’st revenge.-- slave! [Dies. FLE. escapes. Than on the torture of the mind to lie

3 Mur. Who did strike out the light ? In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave;

1 Mur.

Was 't not the way? After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well;

3 Mur. There's but one down: the son is fled. Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,

2 Mur. We have lost best half of our affair. Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing

1 Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is done. Can touch him farther!.

[Exeunt.

Lady M.

1 Scaly-winged.

2 Blinding.

3 near : in f. e.

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