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Ban. And she goes down at twelve.
Fie. I take't, 'tis later, sir.
Ban. There's husbandry in Heaven,
Enter Seyton, with a Torch, and Macbeth.
Macb. A friend.
Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The King's a-
Macb. Being unprepar'd,
Ban. All's well.—
Macb. I think not of them:
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,
Macb. Good repose, the while?
[Exeunt Fleance and Banquo.
[Exit Seyton. Is this a dagger, which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch
I have thee not; and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling, as to sight? 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 that 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' 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 so 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
The curtain'd sleep; now witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy
pace, Towards his design
Moves like a ghost.—Thou sure and firm set earth,
I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan: for it is a knell T hat summons thee to Heaven, or to hell. [Exit.
[Thunder and Lightning.
Enter Lade Macbeth.
Lady. That, which hath made them drunk, hath made me bold; What hath quench'd them, hath given 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 have drugg'd
their possets, That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live or die.
Macb. [Within. ] Who's there .'—what, ho!
Lady. Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd, And 'tis not done:—the attempt, and not the deed, Confounds us: Hark!—I laid their daggers ready, He could not miss them.—Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had done't.—My husband?
Macb. I have done the deed :—Didst thou not hear
Macb. Hark!—Who lies i' the second chamber?
Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one cry'd, " Murder!" That they did wake each other; I stood and heard
them: But they did say their prayers, and address'd them Again to sleep.
Lady. There are two lodged together.
Macb. One cry'd, "God bless us:" and " Amen," the other; As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands, Listening their fear. I could not say, amen, When they did say, God bless us.
Lady. Consider it not so deeply.
Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce, amen? I had most need of blessing, and amen Stuck in my throat.
Lady. These deeds must not be thought After these ways; so, it will make us mad.
Macb. Methought, I heard a voice cry, " Sleep no more!" To all the house,—
"Glamis hath murder' d sleep; and therefore Cawdor "Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!"
Lady. Who was it, that thus cry'd? Why, worthy
Macb. I'll go no more:
Lady. Infirm of purpose!
I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,
Enter Lady Macbeth.
To wear a heart so white.—[Knock.]—I hear a knocking
At the south entry:—retire we to our chamber:
A little water clears us of this deed:
How easy is it then? Your constancy
Hath left you unattended.—[Knock.]—Hark! more knocking:
Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us,
And show us to be watchers:—Be not lost
So poorly in your thoughts.
Macb. To know my deed,—Twere best not know myself. [Knock.
Wake, Duncan, with this knocking! Oh, 'would thou could'st! [Exeunt.—Knock.
Enter Macduff, Lenox, and Seyton.
Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, That you do lie so late?
Sey. 'Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock.
Macd. Is thy master stirring?
Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes.