I see thee yet, in form as palpable 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, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his de sign Moves like a ghost.--Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where-about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.-Whiles I threat, he lives; Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. I [A bell rings. go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. [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 :— 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. Mac. [Within.] Who's there?-what, ho! Lady M. Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd, And 'tis not done:-the attempt, and not the deed, Confounds us:-Hark!-I laid their daggers ready, He could not miss them.-Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had done't.-My husband? Enter Macbeth. Mac. I have done the deed:-Didst thou not hear a noise? Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the crick [Looking on his hands. Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. Mac. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one cried, murder! That they did wake each other; I stood and heard them: But they did say their prayers, Again to sleep. Lady M. and address'd them There are two lodg'd together. Mac. 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 M. Consider it not so deeply. Mac. But wherefore could not I pronounce, amen? I had most need of blessing, and amen Stuck in my throat. Lady M. These deeds must not be thought After these ways; so, it will make us mad. Mac. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Lady M. What do you mean? Mac. Still it cried, Sleep no more! to all the house: Glamis hath murder'd sleep; and therefore Cawdor You do unbend your noble strength, to think Why did you bring these daggers from the place? Mac. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on't again, I dare not. Lady M. Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: The sleeping, and the dead, That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, For it must seem their guilt. UMac. [Exit. Knocking within. Whence is that knocking! How is't with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine eyes! With all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine, Making the green-one red. Re-enter Lady Macbeth. Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white. [Knock.] I hear a knock ing At the south entry:-retire we to our chamber: A little water clears us of this deed: How easy is it then? Your constancy Hath left you unattended.-[Knocking.] Hark! more knocking: Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, So poorly in your thoughts. Mac. To know my deed,--'twere best not know myself. could'st! [Knock. Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would thou [Exeunt. SCENE III. THE SAME. Enter a Porter. [Knocking within. Port. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock: Who's there, the name of Belzebub? Here's a farmer, that hang'd himself on the expectation of plenty: |