What cannot you and I perform upon Macb. Bring forth men-children only! For thy undaunted mettle should compose Lady M. Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Macb. 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. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. The Same. Court within the Castle. Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE; and a Servant, with a torch before them. Ban. How goes the night, boy? Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. Ban. And she goes down at twelve. Fle. I take't, 'tis later, sir. Ban. Hold, take my sword:-There's husbandry in heaven, Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too. Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch. Who's there? Macb. A friend. Ban. 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 Macb. Being unprepar'd, Our will became the servant to defect; Ban. All's well. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: To you they have show'd some truth. Macb. I think not of them: Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, Ban. At your kind'st leisure. Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent,-when 'tis, It shall make honour for you. Ban. So I lose none, In seeking to augment it, but still keep I shall be counsel'd. Macb. Good repose, the while! Ban. Thanks, sir; The like to you! [Exit Banquo. Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. Is this a dagger, which I see before me, [Exit Servant. 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 Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? As this which now I draw. Thou marshal'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. [A bell rings. [Exit. SCENE II. The Same. Enter Lady MACBETH. Lady M. That which hath made them drunk, hath made me bold: What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire :- It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, That death and nature do contend about them, Macb. [Within.] Who's there?-what, ho! Enter MACBETH. Macb. I have done the deed :-Didst thou not hear a noise? Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry. Did not you speak? |