How you shall bid God yield us for your pains, Lady M. Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith We rest your hermits. Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor? And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him Lady M. Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, Still to return your own. Dun. Give me your hand: Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, [Exeunt. SCENE VII. The same. A Room in the Castle. Hautboys and Torches. Enter, and pass over the Stage, a Sewer, and divers Servants with Dishes and Service. Then enter MACBETH. Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then'twere well But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,- Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Enter Lady MACBETH. Lady M. He has almost supp'd; Why have you left Macb. Hath he ask'd for me? [the chamber? Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Lady M. Was the hope drunk, Macb. Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man; Lady M. What beast was it then, When you durst do it, then you were a man; Macb. Lady M. If we should fail, We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking place, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep, (Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassel so convince, That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only: When in swinish sleep Their drenched natures lie, as in a death, What cannot you and I perform upon The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon His spongy officers? who shall bear the guilt Of our great quell? Macb. Bring forth men-children only! For thy undaunted mettle should compose Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd, 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. B [Exeunt. 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 tak't, 'tis later, sir. Ban. Hold, take my sword: There's husbandry in Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too. [heaven, A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep: Merciful powers! 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: By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up Macb. Being unprepar'd, All's well. Our will became the servant to defect; Ban. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: Macb. I think not of them; Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, Would spend it in some words upon that business, If you would grant the time. 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 My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear, I shall be counsel'd. Macb. Good repose, the while! Ban. Thanks, sir; The like to you! [Exit Banquo. Mach. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. [Exit Ser. Is this a dagger, which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible As this which now I draw. [thee: Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; Mine eyes are made the fools o'the other senses, |