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Thy letters have transported me beyond
Macb. My dearest love,
Lady. And when goes hence?
Macb. To-morrow, as he purposes.
Lady. O, never
Macb. We will speak further.
Lady. Only look up clear; To alter favour ever is to fear: Leave all the rest to me. [Exeunt.
The Gates of Inverness Castle.
Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.
Enter King Duncan, Banquo, Malcolm, DoNalbain, Macduff, Lenox, Rosse, and AtTendants.
King. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Ban. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his loved mansionry, that the Heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty frieze, Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed, and procreant cradle: Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, The air is delicate.
Enter Lady Macbeth, Seyton, and Two Ladies.
King. See, see! our honour'd hostess!
The love, that follows us, sometime is our trouble,
Lady. All our service
King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor?
Lady. Your servants ever
King. Give me your hand;
[Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. —Exeunt.
Macbeth's Castle at Inverness.
Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well' It were done quickly, if the assassination l Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his success, surcease,/—That but this blow Might be the be-all, and the end-all, here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of-time !— We'd jump the life to come.—But, in these cases, We still have judgment here, that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.—He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.—Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongu'd, against The deep damnation of his taking-off:— .
I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Enter Lady Macbeth.
Lady. He has almost supp'd; Why have you left
the chamber? Macb. Hath he ask'd for me? Lady. Know you not, he has? Macb. We will proceed no further in this business: He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn, now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon.
Lady. Was the hope drunk,
Macb. 'Pr'ythee, peace:
Lady. What beast was it then,
/Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know / How tender 'tis, to love the babe that milks me: / I would, while it was smiling in my face, I Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums, V And dash'd the brains out, had I but so sworn \ As you have done to this.
't Macb. If we should .fail?
Lady. We fail:—
Math. Bring forth men children only!
Lady. Who dares receive it other,
Macb. I am settled, and bend up
ACT THE SECOND.
Macbeth's Castle at Inverness.
Enter Banquo and Fleance, with aTorch.
Ban. How goes the night, boy? Fie. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.