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Ban. And she goes down at twelve.
Ban. There's husbandry in Heaven,
Enter Seyron, with a Torch, and Macbeth.
Macb. A friend.
Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's as
Macb. Being unprepared,
Ban. All's well.
Macb. I think not of them:
kind'st leisure. Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent, when’tis, It shall make honour for
Macb. Good repose, the while !
[Exeunt FLEANCE and BANQUO. Macb. Gó, bid thy mistress, when iny drink is
ready, She strike
[Exit Seyton. 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 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.--Thcu sure and firm set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where-about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it. [A Clock strikes Tro.
I go, and it is done ; the bell invites me.
[Thunder and Lightning:
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 deati and nature do contend about them, Whether they live or die.
Macb. [1řithir,] Who's there? --what, ho !
Lady. A'ack! I am afraid they have awaked, Anıl '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 reseinbled My father as he slept, I had donet.-My husband ?
a noise ?
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
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
To all the house,
Macb. I'll go no more :
Lady. Infirm of purpose !
I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,
eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine, Making the green--one red.
Enter LADY MACBETH. Lady. My hands are of your colour ; but I shame 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.j-Hark! more
knocking: Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us, And shew us to be watchers :-Be not lost So poorly in your thoughts. Macb. To know my deed,—'Twere best not know myself.
Knoch. Wake, Duncan, with this knocking! Oh, 'would thou could'st!
[Exeunt.-Knock. Enter MacDUFF, Lexox, 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. Mact. Is thy master stirring ? Our knocking has awaked him; here he comes.