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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.
Macd. I know this is a joyful trouble to you;
But yet, 'tis one.

Macb. The labor, we delight in, physics pain.
This is the door.

I'll make so bold to call,
For 'tis my limited service.

[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
The great doom's image! - Malcolm! Banquo!
As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprights:
To countenance this horror!

[Bell rings. Enter LADY MACBETH. Lady M.

What's the business,
That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley .
The sleepers of the house? Speak, speak, —

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 !

Enter Banquo.
Our royal master's murdered !
Lady M.

Woe, alas !
What, in our house ?

Too cruel, any where.
Dear Duff, I pr’ythee, contradict thyself,
And say it is not so.

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;
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of.

Don. What is amiss ?

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.

O, by whom?
Len. Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had done't.
Their hands and faces were all badged with blood;
So were their daggers, which unwiped we found
Upon their pillows.
They stared, and were distracted; no man's life
Was to be trusted with them.

Macb. O, yet, I do repent me of my fury,
That I did kill them.

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,
Here, where our fate, hid in an auger-hole,
May rush, and seize us ? Let's away; our tears
Are not yet brewed.

Nor our strong sorrow
Upon the foot of motion.

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.

So all.
Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness,
And meet i'the hall together.

Well contented.

[Exeunt all but Mal. and Don.
Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort with them.
To show an unfelt sorrow, is an office
Which the false man does easy. I'll to England.

Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune
Shall keep us both the safer. Where we are,
There's daggers in men's smiles; the near in blood,
The nearer bloody.

This murderous shaft that's shot,
Hath not yet lighted; and our safest way
Is, to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse;

And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,
But shift away. There's warrant in that theft
Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left.


SCENE IV. Without the Castle.

Enter Rosse and an Old Man.
Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember well;
Within the volume of which time, I have seen
Hours dreadful, and things strange; but this sore night
Hath trifled former knowings.
Rosse. "

Ah, good father,
Thou see'st, the heavens, as troubled with man's act,
Threaten his bloody stage. By the clock, 'tis day,
And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp.
Is it night's predominance, or the day's shame,
That darkness does the face of earth entomb,
When living light should kiss it?
Old M.

'Tis unnatural,
Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last,
A falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawked at, and killed.
Rosse. And Duncan's horses, (a thing most strange and

Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
Turned wild in nature, broke their stalls, Aung out,
Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make
War with mankind.
Old M.

'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. —

How goes the world, sir, now?

Why, see you not?
Rosse. Is’t known who did this more than bloody deed ?
Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain.

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, .
The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.

Macd. He is already named; and gone to Scone,
To be invested..

Rosse. Where is Duncan's body?
Macd. Carried to Colme-kill;
The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,
And guardian of their bones.

Will you to Scone ?
Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife.

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 !



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SCENE I. Fores. A Room in the Palace.

Ban. Thou hast it now - King, Cawdor, Glamis, all
As the weird women promised; and, I fear,
Thou play'dst most foully for't; yet it was said,
It should not stand in thy posterity;
But that myself should be the root and father
Of many kings. If there come truth from them,
(As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine,)
Why, by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my oracles as well,
And set me up in hope? But hush; no more.
Senet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as king; LADY Mac-

BETH, as queen; LENOX, Rosse, Lords, Ladies, and
Macb. Here's our chief guest.
Lady M.

If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a gap in our great feast,
And all things unbecoming.;

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