Your Majefty loads our house. For those of old, King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor? We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose And his great love, sharp as his fpur, hath holp him Lady. Your fervants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, Still to return your own. King. Give me your hand; Conduct me to mine hoft, we love him highly, SCENE An Apartment in the Caftle. IX. [Exeunt. Hautboys, Torches. Enter divers Servants with dishes and Service over the Stage. Then Macbeth. Macb. [F it were done, when 'tis done; then 'twere well Could tramell up the confequence, and catch Here only, on this bank and 7'fhoal of time; First, Firft, as I am his kinfman and his fubject, 8 Shall blow the horrid deed in ev'ry eye, I have no fpur To prick the fides of my intent, but only How now? what news? [chamber? Lady. He hath`almost fupp'd; why have you left the Macb. Hath he ask'd for me? Lady. Know you not he has? Mach. We will proceed no further in this business. He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Golden opinions from all forts of people, Which fhould be worn now in their neweft glofs, Lady. Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dreft your felf? hath it flept fince? 8 couriers ... old edit, Warb. emend. 9 th' other. Which I He's Which thou efteem'ft the ornament of life, I dare do all that may become a man; That made you break this enterprize to me? Macb. If we fhould fail? But fcrew your courage to the fticking place, Hh 3. Macb. (a) The proverb bere meant is this, The cat loves fifh but dares not wet her feet. 2 the Mach. Bring forth men-children only! Lady. Who dares receive it other, As we fhall make our griefs and clamour roar, Mach. I'm fettled, and bend up Each corp'ral agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with faireft show: Falfe face muft hide what the falfe heart doth know. ACT II. [Exeunt. SCENE I. A Hall in Macbeth's Caftle. Enter Banquo, and Fleance with a torch before bim. BANQUO. How goes the night, boy? [clock. Fle. The moon is down: I have not heard the Fle. I take't, 'tis later, Sir. [heav'n, Ban. Hold, take my fword. There's husbandry in Their candles are all out. Take thee that too. A heavy fummons lyes like lead upon me, Enter Macbeth, and a Servant with a torch. Mach. Mach. A friend. Ban. What, Sir, not yet at reft? the King's a-bed, This diamond he greets your wife withal, By th' name of mott kind hoftefs, 'and's fhut up Mach. Being unprepar'd, Our will became the fervant to defect, Ban. All's very well.` I dreamt last night of the three weird fifters: Mach. I think not of them; Yet when we can intreat an hour to serve, Ban. At your kind leisure. Mach. If you fhall cleave to my confent, when 'tis, It fhall make honour for you. Ban. So I lofe none In feeking to augment it, but ftill keep Mach. Good repose the while! Ban. Thanks, Sir; the like to you. S [Exeunt Banquo and Fleance. CEN E II. Mach. Go, bid thy miftrefs, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. [Exit Servant. Is this a dagger which I fee before me, The handle tow'rd my hand? come let me clutch thee- Hh 4 Pro |