صور الصفحة
PDF
النشر الإلكتروني

Returns th' ingredients of our poifon'd chalice
To our own lips. He's here in double truft :
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed: Then, as his Host,
Who should against his murd'rer 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 heav'ns cherubin hors'd (14)
Upon the fightless coursers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in ev'ry eye;
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o’er leaps itself,
And falls on th'other-

Enter Lady Macbeth.
How now? what news?

Lady. He's almost supp'd; why have you left the Macb. Hath he ask'd for me?

[chamber? 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 sort of people,
Which would be worn now in their neweft gloss,
Not cast aside fo foon.

Lady. Was the hope drunk,
Wherein you drest yourself? hath it flept fince ?
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 afraid
To be the same in thine own act and valour,
As thou art in defire ? wouldīt thou have that,

(14) or heav'n's cherubin bors’d upon the fightless couriers of the air.) But the cherubin is the courier; so that he can't be faid to be hors d upon another courier. We must read, therefore, coursers.

Mr. Warburton.'

[ocr errors]

Which thou esteem'ft 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’ th’Adage.

Macb. Pr’ythee, peace :
I dare do all that may become a man ;
Who dares do more, is none.

Lady. What beast was't 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 co-here, and yet you would make both:
They've made themselves; and that their fitness now
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 pluckt my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dasht the brains out, had I but so sworn
As you have done to this.

Macb. If we should fail ?.

Lady. We fail !
But screw your courage to the sticking place,
And we'll not fail. When Duncan is afleep,
(Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey
Soundly invite him) his two chamberlains
Will I with wine and waffel so convince,
That memory (the warder of the brain)
Shall be a fume; and the receipt of reafon
A limbeck only; .when in swinish sleep
Their drenched natures lie as in a death,
What cannot you and I perform upon
Th’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 metal should compose
Nothing but males. Will it not be receivid,
When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy 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,
Upon his death?

Macb. I'm settled, and bend up
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
Away, and mock the time with fairest show :
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

[Exeunt.

A CT II.
SCENE, A Hall in Macbeth's Castle.

[ocr errors]

Enter Banquo, and Fleance with a torch before bim,

BANQUO.
TOW

goes the night, ?
Fle. The moon is down: I have not heard the clock.
Ban. And she goes down at twelve.
Fle. I take't, 'tis later, Sir.

Ban.Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heav'n,
Their candles are all out.Take thee that too.
A heavy fummons lies like lead upon me,
And yet I would not sleep: Merciful powr's!
Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature
Gives way to in repose.

Enter Macbeth, and a Servant with a torch.
Give me my sword: who's there?
Macb. 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 largess to your officers ;
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

Our will became the servant to defect;
Which else should free have wrought.

- Ban. All's well.
I dreamt last night of the three weïrd fifters:
To you they've Thew'd some truth.

Macb. I think not of them ; Yet when we can intreat an hour to serve, Would spend it in some words upon that business; If you would

grant the time. Ban. At

your

kind leisure. Macb. If you shall cleave to my confent, 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 counsell’d.

Macb. Good repose the while!
Ban. Thanks, Sir; the like to you.

[Exeunt Banquo, and Fleance. 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 fee before me, The handle tow'rd my handi come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I fee thee ftill. Art thou not, fatal vision, fenfible To feeling, as to fight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation Proceeding from the heat-oppreffed 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 such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o'th' other senses, Or else worth all the rest-I fee thee ftill; And on thy blade and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing. It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes.---Now o’er one half the world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse

The

The curtain'd sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings : and wither'd murder,
(Alarum'd by his centinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch) thus with his stealthy pace,
With Tarquin's ravishing ftrides, tow'rds his design
Moves like a ghost.—Thou sound and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very ftones prate of my where about;
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it-whilft I threat, he lives

[A Bell rings.
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
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. Lady. That, which hath made them drunk, hath made

me bold: What hath quench'd them, hạth giv'n me fire. Hark !

peace! It was the owl' that shriek'd, the fatal bell-man, Which gives the stern'st good-night-he is about it The doors are open ; and the surfeited grooms, Do mock their charge with snores. I've drugg'd their

poffets, That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live or die.

Enter Macbeth. Macb. Who's there? what hoi

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 miss 'em.-Had he not resembled. My father as he slept, l'had don't-My husband !

Macb. I've done the deeddidft not thou hear a noise?

Lady. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry. Did not you speak? Macb. When ?

Lady,

« السابقةمتابعة »