How you shall bid God-eyld us for your pains, All our service LADY M. We rest your hermits. DUN. Where's the thane of Cawdor? And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him We are your guest to-night. LADY M. Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, Still to return your own. Give me your hand: DUN. [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 't is done, then 't were well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, To our own lips. He's here in double trust: That tears shall drown the wind.-I have no spur Enter LADY MACBETH. How now, what news? LADY M. He has almost supp'd: Why have you left the chamber? MACB. Hath he ask'd for me? LADY M. Know you not he has? MACB. We will proceed no further in this business: Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, LADY M. Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since? At what it did so freely? From this time, Art thou afeard own act and valour, As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem; Letting I dare not wait upon I would, Like the poor cat i' the adage МАСВ. I dare do all that may become a man; Prithee, peace: What beast was 't then, LADY M. I would, while it was smiling in my face, As you have done to this. MACB. If we should fail, But screw your courage to the sticking place, MACB. We fail. Bring forth men-children only, For thy undaunted mettle should compose Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd, When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two 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 torci before them. BAN. How goes the night, boy? FLE. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. FLE. I take 't, 't is 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: By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up MACB. Being unprepar'd, Our will became the servant to defect; Which else should free have wrought. All's well. BAN. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: МАСВ. I think not of them; Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, We 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 't is, It shall make honour for you. BAN. So I lose none, In seeking to augment it, but still keep MACB. Good repose, the while! BAN. Thanks, sir; the like to you! [Exit BANQUO. [Exit Servant. 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, 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 As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'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 Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murther, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. |