Enter МАСВЕТН. Len. Good-morrow, noble sir! Macb. Good-morrow, both! Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane? 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. Macd. I'll make so bold to call, For 'tis my limited service. [Exit MACDUff. 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 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? Maed. Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight With a new Gorgon.-Do not bid me speak; See and then speak yourselves.-Awake! awake! — Ring the alarum-bell;-Murder! and treason! And look on death itself!-Up, up, and see Lady M. [Bell rings. Enter LADY MACBETH. What's the business, O, gentle lady, That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak. Would murder as it fell.-O Banquo! Banquo! 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; 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 Mal. They stared, and were distracted; no man's life Macb. O, yet, I do repent me of my fury, Macd. Wherefore did you so? 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, And his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature, Steeped in the colors of their trade, their daggers Lady M. Macd. Look to the lady. Mal. Help me hence, ho! Why do we hold our tongues, That most may claim this argument for ours? Here, where our fate, hid in an auger-hole, Mal. Upon the foot of motion. Ban. 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: Of treasonous malice. Macb. All. And so do I. So all. Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness, And meet i'the hall together. All. 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 Mal. And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, But shift away. There's warrant in that theft SCENE IV. Without the Castle. Enter ROSSE and an Old Man. [Exeunt. Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember well; Ah, good father, Rosse. 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 certain,) Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Turned wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, Old M. 'Tis said, they ate each other. so; to the amazement of mine eyes, Here comes the good Macduff. Enter MACDuff. How goes the world, sir, now? Why, see you not? Macd. Rosse. What good could they pretend? Macd. Alas, the day! They were suborned. Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons, Suspicion of the deed. Rosse. 'Gainst nature still. Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up Thine own life's means! Then 'tis most like, Macd. He is already named; and gone to Scone, Rosse. Where is Duncan's body? Macd. Carried to Colme-kill; The sacred storehouse of his predecessors, And guardian of their bones. Rosse. Will you to Scone? Well, I will thither. Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife. 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! [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. Fores. A Room in the Palace. Enter BANQUO. 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 And set me up in hope? But hush; no more. Senet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as king; LADY MACBETH, as queen; LENOX, ROSSE, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants. Macb. Here's our chief guest. Lady M. If he had been forgotten, It had been as a gap in our great feast, |