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Enter MACBETH. Len. Good-morrow, noble sir ! Macb.
Good-morrow, both! Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane ? Macb.
Not yet. Macd. He did command me to call timely on him; I have almost slipped the hour. Macb.
I'll bring you to him.
Macb. The labor, we delight in, physics pain.
I'll make so bold to call,
[Exit MACDUFF. Len. Goes the king hence to-day? Macb.
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, New hatched to the woful time. The obscure bird Clamored the livelong night; some say the earth Was feverous, and did shake... 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!
[Exeunt MACBETH and LENOX. Ring the alarum-bell;— Murder! and treason! Banquo, and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake! Shake off this drowsy sleep, death's counterfeit,
And look on death itself!-Up, up, and see
[Bell rings. Enter LADY MACBETH. Lady M.
What's the business,
ó, 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 !
Woe, alas !
Too cruel, any where.
Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX.
Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN.
You are, and do not know it.
Macd. Your royal father's murdered.
O, by whom?
Macb. O, yet, I do repent me of my fury,
Wherefore did you so?
Olt to brain, and grace is a
Macb. Who can be wise, amazed, temperate, and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment ? No man. The expedition of my violent love Outran the pauser reason.—Here lay Duncan, His silver skin laced with his golden blood; And his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature, For ruin's wasteful entrance. There, the murderers, Steeped in the colors of their trade, their daggers Unmannerly breeched with gore. Who could refrain, That had a heart to love, and in that heart Couragé, to make his love known? Lady M.
Help me hence, ho! Macd. Look to the lady. Mal.
Why do we hold our tongues, That most may claim this argument for ours ?
Don. What should be spoken,
Nor our strong sorrow
Look to the lady ;
[LADY MACBETH is carried out. And when we have our naked frailties hid, That suffer in exposure, let us meet, And question this most bloody piece of work, To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us : In the great hand of God I stand; and, thence, Against the undivulged pretence I fight Of treasonous malice. Macb.
And so do I.
[Exeunt all but Mal. and Don.
Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune
This murderous shaft that's shot,
And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,
SCENE IV. Without the Castle.
Enter Rosse and an Old Man.
Ah, good father,
'Tis said, they ate each other. Rosse. They did so; to the amazement of mine eyes, That looked upon't. Here comes the good Macduff. —
Why, see you not?
Alas, the day! What good could they pretend ? Macd. ..
They were suborned. Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons, Are stol'n away and filed; which puts upon them Suspicion of the deed. Rosse.
'Gainst nature still. Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up
Tbine own life's means !- Then 'tis most like, .
Macd. He is already named; and gone to Scone,
Rosse. Where is Duncan's body?
Will you to Scone ?
Well, I will thither. Macd. Well, may you see things well done there ;
adieu! Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!
Rosse. Father, farewell.
Old M. God's benison go with you; and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes !
SCENE I. Fores. A Room in the Palace.
BETH, as queen; LENOX, Rosse, Lords, Ladies, and
If he had been forgotten,