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, 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 : Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Lady M. 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? Does unmake you. I have given fuck; and know Have done to this. Macb. If we should fail, We fail! Lady M. Of our great quell? Macb. Bring forth men-children only! For thy undaunted mettle should compose 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, 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: 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 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. To feeling, as to fight? or art thou but Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, The |