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1 Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ?
see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw Thou marshal'ít me the way that I was going, And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' th’ other senses, Or else worth all the rest — I see thee ftill, And on thy blade and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thingIt is the bloody business which informs This to mine eyes — Now o'er one half the world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd neep; now Witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings: and wither'd Murder, (Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch) thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, tow'rds 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 s'that we're about,' And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it - Whilft I threat, he lives
[A bell rings. I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. [Exit.
Enter Lady Macbeth. Lady. That which hath made them drunk, hath made
me bold: What hath quencht them, hath giv'n me fire. Hark! peace! It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bell-man,
Which (a) - - he lives, Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. I go, &c.
5 my where about:
Which gives the stern'st good-night-he is about it —
Do mock their charge with snores. I've drugg'd their poffets, 2: That death and nature do contend about them,
Whether they live or die.
Macb. Who's there? what ho!
Lady. Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd, $
And ’tis not done; th' attempt, and not the deed
Macb. I've done the deed_didft not thou hear a noile?
Lady. I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.
But they did say their prayers, and addrest them
Macb. One cry'd, God bless us! and Amen the other,
Lady. Consider it not so deeply.
I had most need of blessing, and Amen
Lady. These deeds must not be thought on
Macb. Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more! Macbeth doth murther sleep; the innocent sleep, The death of each day's life, fore labour's bath, Balm of burt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.
Lady. What do you mean?
Macb. Still it cry'd, Sleep no more, to all the house; Glamis bath murther'd sleep, and tberefore Cawdor Sball feep no more; Macbeth shall seep no more! Lady. Who was it that thus cry?d? why, worthy Tbar'
, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brain-sickly 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 lye there. Go, carry them, and smear
Macb. I'll go no more ;
Lady. Infirm of purpose!
. Knock within. Macb. Whence is that knocking? [Starting How is't with me, when every noise appalls me? What hands are here? hah! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean (a) innocent fleep, Sleep that knits up the ravellid sleeve of cares, The death of Egc.
Clean from my hand? no, this my hand will rather
Enter Lady Macbeth.
A little water clears us of this deed. How easie is it then? your constancy
Hath left you unattended-hark, more knocking! [Knock. o Get on your night-gown, left occasion call us, Cx And Thew us to be watchers; be not loft So poorly in your thoughts.
[self. Macb. 7/T’unknow my deed, 'twere beft not know my Wake Duncan with this knocking: would thou couldft!
Enter Lady Macbeth. &c.
[Exeunt. SCENE IV. Enter a Porter.
[Knocking within Port. Here's a knocking indeed : if a man were porter of hellgate he should have old turning the key. [Knock.] Knock, knock, knock. Who's there, i' th’ name of Belzebub ? here's a farmer, that hang'd himself in th' expectation of plenty : come in time, have napkins enough about you, here you'll sweat for't. [Knock.] Knock, knock. Who's there in th' other devil's name? 'faith, here's an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale, who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heav'n: oh come in, equivocator. [Knock.] 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. [Knock.] 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 some of all profeffions, that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. (Knack.) Anon, anon, I pray you remember the porter.
Enter Macduff, Lenox and Porter. Macd. Is thy master stirring?
Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes.
Macd. He did command me to call timely on him; I've almost slipt the hour.
Macb. I'll bring you to him.
Macd. I know this is a joyful trouble to you: But yet 'tis one.
Macb. The labour we delight in a physicks pain; This is the door.
Macd. I'll make so bold to call, For 'tis my limited service.
[Exit Macdui. Len. Goes the King hence to-day? Macb. He did appoint so.
LA Enter Macduff, and Lenox. Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, That you do lye fo late?
Port. ?Faith, Sir, we were carousing 'till the second cock : And drink, Sir, is a great provoker of three things.
Macd. What three things doth drink especially provoke?
Port. Marry, Sir, nose painting, sleep, and urine. Letchery, Sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the defire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator with letchery ; it makes him, and it mars him; it fets him on, and it takes him off; it perswades him, and disheartens him; makes him stand to; and not stand to ; in conclufion, equivocates him into a Neep, and giving him the lie, leaves him.
Macd. I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.
Port. That it did, Sir, i' th' very throat on me ; but I requited him for his lie, and I think, being too strong for him, though he took op my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him.
(a) Heals or cures pair.