I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, Macb. [Exit. Knocking within. Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appals me? Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather Making the green-one red.2 Re-enter LADY MACBETH. Lady M. My hands are of your color; 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.3-[Knocking.] Hark! more knocking: Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, So poorly in your thoughts. Macb. To know my deed,-'twere best not know myself.4 couldst ! [Knock. Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou [Exeunt. 1 To incarnardine is to stain of a red color. 2 In the old copy the line stands thus: "Making the Green one, Red." The punctuation in the text was adopted by Steevens at the suggestion of Murphy. Malone prefers the old punctuation. Steevens has well defended the arrangement of his text, which seems to deserve the preference. 3 "Your constancy hath left you unattended."-Vide note on King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 2. 4 This is an answer to Lady Macbeth's reproof. "While I have the thoughts of this deed, it were best not know, or be lost to myself.” 2 [Knocking within. Porter. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock. Who's there, i' the name of Belzebub? Here's a farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty. Come in time; have napkins enough about you; here you'll sweat for't. [Knocking.] Knock, knock. Who's there, i' the other devil's name? 'Faith, here's an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale; who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to Heaven. O, come in, equivocator. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock. Who's there? 'Faith, here's an English tailor come hither, for stealing out of a French hose. Come in, tailor; here you may roast your goose. [Knocking.] Knock, knock. Never at quiet! What are you?-But this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further. I had thought to have let in some of all professions, that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. [Knocking.] Anon, anon; I pray you, remember the porter. [Opens the gate. Enter MACDUFF and LENox. 4 Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, That you do lie so late? 1 i. e. frequent. 2 i. e. handkerchiefs. In the dictionaries of the time sudarium is rendered by "napkin or handkerchief, wherewith we wipe away the sweat." 3 i. e. a Jesuit. That order was held in odium in the reigns of Elizabeth and James. 4 So in Hamlet : "Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads." And in All's Well that Ends Well :-" The flowery way that leads to the great fire." Port. 'Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock; and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things. Macd. What three things does drink especially provoke? Port. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and not stand to: in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him. But Macd. I believe drink gave thee the lie, last night. Port. That it did, sir, i' the very throat o' me. I requited him for his lie; and, I think, being too strong for him, though he took up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him. Macd. Is thy master stirring ? Our knocking has awaked him; here he comes. Enter МАСВЕТН. Len. Good-morrow, noble sir! Macb. Good-morrow, both! Not yet. Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane? I have almost slipped the hour. Macb. I'll bring you to him. Macd. I know this is a joyful trouble to you; But yet, 'tis one. Macb. The labor, we delight in, physics3 pain. This is the door. Len. Goes the king hence to-day? He does;-he did appoint so. Len. The night has been unruly; where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say, Lamentings heard i' the air; strange screams of death; And prophesying, with accents terrible, Of dire combustion, and confused events, The obscure bird Clamored the livelong night; some say the earth Macb. 'Twas a rough night. Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel A fellow to it. Re-enter MACduff. Macd. O horror! horror! horror! tongue, nor heart, Cannot conceive, nor name thee! Macb. Len. What's the matter? Macd. Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence The life o' the building. Macb. What is't you say? The life? Len. Mean you his majesty? Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight With a new Gorgon.-Do not bid me speak; See and then speak yourselves.-Awake! awake!— [Bell rings. Lady M. Enter LADY MACBETH. That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley Macd. What's the business, Speak, speak, O, gentle lady, 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak. The repetition in a woman's ear, Would murder as it fell.—O Banquo! Banquo! Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX. Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality. All is but toys: renown and grace is dead; Enter MALCOLM and DONALbain. Don. What is amiss? Macb. You are, and do not know it. The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood Is stopped; the very source of it is stopped. Macd. Your royal father's murdered. Mal. O, by whom? Len. Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had done't. Their hands and faces were all badged with blood; |