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SCENE VII.

The fame. A Room in the Castle.

Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over the stage, a fewer, and divers fervants with dishes and service. Then enter MACВЕТН.

Mach. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assaffination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his furcease, success; 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 cafes, 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 poifon'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: And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blaft, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the fightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the fides of my intent, but only

Vaulting

Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself,
And falls on the other. - How now! what news?

Enter Lady MACBETH.

Lady M. He has almost supp'd; Why have you left the

chamber?

Macb. Hath he ask'd for me?

Lady M.

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 would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Not cast aside so soon.

Lady M.
Was the hope drunk,
Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since ?
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely? From this time,
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
To be the fame in thine own act and valour,
As thou art in defire? Would'st thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem;
Letting I dare not wait upon I would,
Like the poor cat i' the adage?

Macb.

Pr'ythee, peace :

I dare do all that may become a man;

Who dares do more, is none.

Lady M.

What beast was it then,

That made you break this enterprize to me?
When you durst do it, then you were a man;
And, to be more than what you were, you would
Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place,
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both :
They have made themselves, and that their fitness now

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Does unmake you. I have given fuck; and know
How tender 'tis, to love the babe that milks me :
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn, as you

Have done to this.

Macb.

If we should fail,

We fail!

Lady M.
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep,
(Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey
Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains
Will I with wine and wassel so convince,
That memory, the warder of the brain,
Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason
A limbeck only: When in swinish sleep
Their drenched natures lie, as in a death,
What cannot you and I perform upon
The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon
His spungy officers; who shall bear the guilt

Of our great quell?

Macb.

Bring forth men-children only!

For thy undaunted mettle should compose
Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd,
When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two
Of his own chamber, and us'd their very daggers,

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Away, and mock the time with fairest show:

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

[Exeunt.

ACT ACT II. SCENE I. Macb.

The same. Court within the Castle.

Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE; and a Servant, with a torch before them.

Ban. How goes the night, boy?

Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.

Ban. And she goes down at twelve.

Fle.

I take't, 'tis later, fir.

Ban. Hold, take my fword:--There's husbandry in

heaven,

Their candles are all out. - Take thee that too.

A heavy fummons lies like lead upon me,
And yet I would not fleep: Merciful powers!
Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature
Gives way to in repose!-Give me my fword ;-

Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch.

Who's there?

Macb. A friend.

Ban. What, fir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed :

He hath been in unusual pleasure, and

Sent forth great largess to your offices :

This diamond he greets your wife withal,

By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up

In measureless content.

Macb.

Being unprepar'd,

Our will became the servant to defect;

Which else should free have wrought.

Ban.

All's well.

I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters:
To you they have show'd some truth.

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I think not of them:

Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,

Would spend it in some words upon that business,

If you would grant the time.

Ban.

At your kind'st leisure.

Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis,

It shall make honour for you.

Ban.

So I lose none,

In seeking to augment it, but still keep
My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear,

I shall be counsel'd.

Macb.

Good repose, the while!

Ban. Thanks, fir; The like to you! [Exit BANQUO. Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. (Exit Servant. Is this a dagger, which I see before me,

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 of the mind; a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed 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 fo before. There's no such thing :
It is the bloody business, which informs
Thus to mine eyes.-Now o'er the one half world
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse

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