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Lady. He has almost supp'd; why have you left the chamber *
Lady. Know you not, he has Mac. 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. 471 Lady. Was the hope drunk, Wherein you drest 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 afraid To be the same in thine own act and valour, w As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem; 48o Letting I dare not, wait upon I would, Like the poor cat i' the adage * Mac. Pr’ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none. Lady. 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. Nortime, nor place, 490 Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now . . Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know How tender 'tis, to love the babe that milks me: I would,
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Mac. If we should fail,
Lady. We fail! 50o 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 5 to The unguarded Duncan what not put upon His spungy officers; who shall bear the guilt Of our great quell ?
Mac. 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, That they have don't
Lady. Who dares receive it other, 520 As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Upon his death
Mae, I am settled, and bend up
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. - Away,
Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
Enter Bas Quo, and FLEANce, with a Torch before him.
- Banquo. 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, sir. Bangulold, take my sword:—There's husbandry in heaven, ‘Their candles are all out.—Take thee that too. A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep : Merciful powers' Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature 9 Gives way to in repose!—Give me my sword;—
Enter MAcBETH, and a Servant with a Torch.
Who's there 2
Mac. A friend.
Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest the king's a-bed: He hath been in unusual pleasure, and Sent forth 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.
Mac. Being unprepar’d, Our will became the servant to defečt; 29 Which else should free have wrought. Ban. All's well. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: To you they have shew’d some truth. Mac, I think not of them : Yet, when we can intreat an hour to serve, We would spend it in some words upon that business, If you would grant the time. Ban. At your kind'st leisure. Mac. If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, . It shall make honour for you. 31 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. Mac. Good repose, the while ! Ban. Thanks, sir; the like to you! [Exit BANQuo. Mac, Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. [Exit Ser. 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 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