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As this which now I draw.
[4 Bell rings. I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell 7o That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. [Exit.
SCENE SCENE II.
Enter Lady MACBET H.
Lady. That which hath made them drunk, hath made me bold; What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire:— Hank 1–-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. Mac. [Within...] Who's there?—what, hot 83 Lady. Alack 1 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 don't.—My husband?
Mac. I have done the deed:—Didst thou not hear a noise
Lady. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry. Did not you speak
Mac. When *
Mac. As I descended ?
Aady. Ay. D, Mac. Mac. Hark!—Who lies i' the second chamber? Lady. Donalbain. Mac. This is a sorry sight. [Looking on his hands. Lady. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. Mac. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one cry'd, murder 1 That they did wake each other; I stood and heard
them : But they did say their prayers, and address'd them Again to sleep. 1 Oo
Lady. There are two lodg’d together. Mac. 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. Mac. But wherefore could not I pronounce, ament I had most need of blessing, and amen Stuck in my throat. Lady. These deeds must not be thought 11o After these ways; so, it will make us mad. Mac. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more / Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast;Lady. What do you mean? Mac. Still it cry'd, Sleep no more 1 to all the house: . Glamis