Made to his mistress' eye-brow. Then a soldier:
Full of strange baths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, fudden, and quick in quarrel;
Seeking the bubble reputation,

Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice,
In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And fo he plays his part. The fixth age shifts
Into the lean and flipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on fide;
His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his found. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness, and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, fans eyes, sans taste, fans every thing.

Enter Orlando, with Adam.

Duke Sen. Welcome. Set down your venerable burden, And let him feed.

Orla. I thank you most for him.

Adam. So had you need.

I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.

Duke Sen. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble you,

As yet to question you about your fortunes.
Give us some music; and, good coufin, sing.

Go,

No. IV.-MАСВЕТН.

ACT II. SCENE II.

MACBETH.

O, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,

She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.

Is this a dagger which I see before me,

[Exit Serv.

The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.

I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible

To feeling as to fight? or art thou but

A dagger

A dagger of the mind, a false creation
Proceeding from the heat-oppreffsed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.-

Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going;
And fuch an instrument I was to use.

Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest-I see thee still;
And on thy blade and dudgeon, gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing.-
It is the bloody business, which informs
Thus to mine eyes. -Now o'er one half the world
Nature seeins dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd fleep: now witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd Murther,
Alarm'd by his fentinel, the wolf,

Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace;
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a ghost.-Thou found and firm-fet 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. Whilst I threat, he lives--
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
I go, and it is done; the bell invites me:
Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell

'That fummons thee to heaven, or to hell..

Enter Lady Macbeth.

[A bell rings.

[Exit.

Lady. 'That which hath made them drunk, bath 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,
Which gives the stern'st good-night-he is about it-
The doors are open; and the furfeited grooms
Do mock their charge with snores. I've drugg'd their poffers,
That death and nature do contend about them,.

Whether they live or die.

Enter Macbeth..

Mach. Who's there? whatsho!

Lady. Lady. Alack! I'm 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 'em.-Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had done't-My husband! Macb. Eve done the deed-didst thou not hear a noise? Lady. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry.

Did not you speak?
Mach. When?

Lady. Now.

Macb. As I descended?

Lady. Ay.

Mach. Hark! - who lies is the second chamber?

Lady. Donalbain.

Mach. This is a forry fight.

[Looks on his hands.

Lady. A foolish thought, to say, a forry fight.

Macb. There's one did laugh in his fleep, and one cry'd,

Murther!

They wak'd each other; and I stood and heard them;
But they did say their prayers, and address'd them

Again to fleep.

Lady. There are two lodg'd together.

Mach. One cry'd, God bless us! and Amen! the other; As they had feen me with these hangman's hands, Liftening their fear, I could not say, Amen,

When they did fay, God bless us.

Lady. Confider it not so deeply.

Mach. But wherefore could I not pronounce, Amen ?

I had most need of blessing, and Amen

Stuck in my throat.

Lady. Thefe deeds must not be thought,

After these ways; so it will make us mad.

Macb. Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more!

Macbeth doth muxther fleep; the innocent fleep;
Sleep that knits up the ravell'd fleeve of care,
The death of each day's life, fore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.

Lady. What do you mean?

Mach. Still it cry'd, fleep no more, to all the house:

Glamis hath murther'd fleep. And therefore Cawdor

Shall

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Shall fleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more!
Lady. Who was it, that thus cry'd? Why, worthy Thant,
You do unbend your noble strength, to think
So brain-fickly of things. Go, get some water,
And wash this filthy witness from your hand.
Why did you bring these daggers from the place?
They must lie there. Go, carry them, and smear

The fleepy grooms with blood.

Mach. I'll go no more.

I am afraid to think what I have done;

Look on't again, I dare not.

Lady. 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 gullt.

Knocks within.

Mach. Whence is that knocking!

[Exit.

[Starting.

How is it with me, when every noise appals me?
What hands are here? Hah! they pluck out mine eyes.
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood

Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnardine,

Making the green one red

Enter Lady.

Lady. My hands are of your colour; but I shame
To wear a heart so white; I hear a knocking
At the south entry. Retire we to our chamber;
A little water clears us of this deed.

How easy is it then! Your constancy

[Knock

Hath left you unattended-Hark, more knocking! [Knock. Get on your night-gown, lest occafion call us,

And shew as to be watchers. Be not loft

So poorly in your thoughts.

Mach. To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself.

Wake, Duncan, with this knocking. Would thou couldst!

[Exeunt.

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N°. V. MACBETH.

ACT III. SCENE IV. A Room of State in the Castle.

A Banquet prepared. Enter Macbeth, Lady, Roffe, Lords, and Attendants.

And play the humble host;

Our hoftess keeps her state, but in best time

We will require her welcome.

[They fit.

For my heart speaks, they're welcome.

Enter first Murtherer.

Lady. Pronounce it for me, Sir, to all our friends;

_ Mach. See they encounter thee with their hearts thanks.

Both fides are even. Here I'll fit i' the midft.

Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure

The table round. - There's blood upon thy face.

[To the Murtherer, afide, at the door.

Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.

Mach. 'Tis better thee without, than he within.

Is he dispatch'd?

Mur. My Lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.

Mach. Thou art the best of cut-throats; yet he's good,

That did the like for Fleance; if thou didst it,

Thou art the non-pareil.

Mur. Most royal Sir,

Fleance is scap'd.

Mach. Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect;

Whole as the marble, founded as the rock,

As broad, and general, as the casing air:

But now I'm cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound in

To faucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?

Mur. Ay, my good Lord. Safe in a ditch he bides,

With twenty trenched gashes on his head

The leaft a death to Nature.

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Mach.