Returns th' ingredients of our poifon'd chalice And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Shall blow the horrid deed in ev'ry eye; Enter Lady Macbeth. How now? what news? Lady. He's almoft fupp'd; why have you left the Macb. Hath he afk'd for me? Lady. Know you not, he has ? [chamber? Macb. We will proceed no further in this business. He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Golden opinions from all fort of people, Which would be worn now in their neweft glofs, Lady. Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dreft yourself? hath it flept fince? (14) or heav'n's cherubin bors'd upon the fightless couriers of the air.] But the cherubin is the courier; fo that he can't be faid to be bors'd upon another courier. We must read, therefore, courfers. Mr. Warburton. Which thou efteem'ft the ornament of life, I dare do all that may become a man; Lady. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprize to me ? Macb. If we fhould fail ?. But fcrew your courage to the sticking place, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is afleep, (Whereto the rather fhall his day's hard journey Mach. Bring forth men-children only! Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd, When we have mark'd with blood thofe fleepy two. Of his own chamber, and us'd their very daggers, That That they have don't? Lady. Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar, Mach. I'm fettled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with faireft show: Falfe face muft hide what the falfe heart doth know. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE, A Hall in Macbeth's Caftle. Enter Banquo, and Fleance with a torch before him. H BANQUO. OW goes the night, boy? Fle. The moon is down: I have not heard the clock. Ban. And fhe goes down at twelve. Fle. I take't, 'tis later, Sir. Ban.Hold, take my fword.There's husbandry in heav'n, Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too. A heavy fummons lies like lead upon me, Enter Macbeth, and a Servant with a torch. Give me my fword: who's there? Mach. A friend. Ban. What, Sir, not yet at reft? the King's a-bed. He hath to-night been in unusual pleasure, And fent great largefs to your officers; This diamond he greets your wife withal, By the name of most kind Hostess, and shut up Mach. Being unprepar'd, Our Our will became the fervant to defect; I dreamt laft night of the three weïrd fifters: Macb. I think not of them; Yet when we can intreat an hour to ferve, Would spend it in fome words upon that business; you would grant the time. If Ban. At your kind leisure. Mach. If you fhall cleave to my confent, when 'tis, It shall make honour for you. Ban. So I lose none In feeking to augment it, but ftill keep Macb. Good repofe the while! Ban. Thanks, Sir; the like to you. [Exeunt Banquo, and Fleance. Mach. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She ftrike 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. Thou marshal'ft me the way that I was going; Mine eyes are made the fools o' th' other fenfes, Thus to mine eyes.-Now o'er one half the world The The curtain'd fleep; now witchcraft celebrates Whofe howl's his watch) thus with his ftealthy pace, 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. [Exit. Lady. That, which hath made them drunk, hath made 'me bold: What hath quench'd them, hath giv'n me fire. Hark! peace! It was the owl' that fhriek'd, the fatal bell-man, That death and nature do contend about them, Enter Macbeth. 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, Confounds us-hark!—I laid their daggers ready, He could not mifs 'em.-Had he not refembled My father as he slept, I' had don't-My husband! Macb. I've done the deed-didft not thou hear a noise? Lady. I heard the owl fcream, and the crickets cry. Did not you speak? Macb. When? Lady. |