Macbeth. If we should fail? We fail! бо But screw your courage to the sticking-place, Macbeth. Bring forth men-children only; For thy undaunted mettle should compose Nothing but males. Will it not be received, When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two Lady Macbeth. Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Macbeth. I am settled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show: False face must hide what the false heart doth know. 70 80 [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. Court of Macbeth's castle. Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE bearing a torch before him. Banquo. How goes the night, boy? Fleance. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. C Banquo. And she goes down at twelve. Fleance. I take 't, 'tis later, sir. Banq. Hold, 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, Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch. Who's there? Macbeth. A friend. 10 Banquo. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed: He hath been in unusual pleasure, and Sent forth great largess to your offices. This diamond he greets your wife withal, By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up Macbeth. Being unprepared, Our will became the servant to defect; Which else should free have wrought. Banquo. All's well. 20 I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: Macbeth. I think not of them: Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, Banquo. At your kind'st leisure. Macbeth. If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, It shall make honour for you. Banquo. So I lose none In seeking to augment it, but still keep Macbeth. Good repose the while! Banquo. Thanks, sir: the like to you! 30 [Exeunt Banquo and Fleance. Macbeth. Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. [Exit Servant. 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 As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one half-world Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. 40 50 60 [A bell rings. [Exit. SCENE II. The same. Enter LADY MACBETH. Lady Macbeth. 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 bellman, 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. Macbeth. [Within.] Who's there? what, ho! Lady Macbeth. Alack, I am afraid they have awaked, Enter MACBETH. IO My husband! Macb. I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise? Lady M. I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. Macbeth. This is a sorry sight. [Looking on his hands. 20 Lady Macbeth. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. Macbeth. There's one did laugh in 's sleep, and one cried '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 Macbeth. There are two lodged together. Macbeth. One cried '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 Macbeth. Consider it not so deeply. 30 Macbeth. But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat. Lady Macbeth. 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! Macbeth doth murder sleep,' the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, Lady Macbeth. What do you mean? 40 Macbeth. Still it cried '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 M. Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macbeth. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done; 50 |