Look like the time, bear welcome in your Eye,
Your Hand, your Tongue; look like the innocent Flower,
But be the Serpent under't. He that's coming,
Must be provided for ; and you fhall put
This Night's great Bufinefs into my dispatch,
Which fhall to all our Nights and Days to come,
Give folely fovereign Sway and Masterdom.
Mach. We will fpeak further.
Lady. Only look up clear:
To alter Favour ever is to fear.
Leave all the reft to me.
SCENE IV. The Caftle Gate.
Hautboys and Torches. Enter King, Malcolm, Donalbain,
Banquo, Lenox, Macduff, Roffe, Angus, and Attendants.
King. This Castle hath a pleasant Seat; the Air
Nimbly and fweetly recommends it felf
Unto our gentle Senfes.
Ban. This Gueft of Summer,
The Temple-haunting Martlet does approve,
By his lov'd Manfonry, that the Heav'n's breath,
Smells wooingly here. No jutty frieze,
Buttrice, nor Coigne of Vantage, but this Bird
Hath made this pendant Bed, and procreant Cradle:
Where they moft breed, and haunt, I have obferv'd,
The Air is delicate.
King. See! fee, our honour'd Hoftefs!
The Love that follows us, fometime is our Trouble,
Which ftill we thank as Love. Herein I teach you,
How you fhall bid god-eyld us for your Pains,
And thank us for your Trouble.
In every point twice done, and then done double,
Were poor, and fingle Bufinefs, to contend
Against thofe Honours deep, and broad,
Wherewith your Majefty loads our House:
For those of old, and the late Dignities,
Heap'd up to them, we reft your Hermits.
King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor?
We court him at the Heels, and had a purpose
To be his Purveyor: But he rides well,
And his great Love, fharp as his Spur, hath holp him
To his home before us: Fair and noble Hoftefs,
We are your Gueft to Night.
Lady. 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.
King. Give me your Hand;
Conduct me to mine Hoft, we love him highly,
And fhall continue our Graces towards him.
By your leave, Hostess.
SCENE VII. An Apartment. Hautboys, Torches. Enter divers Servants with Dishes and Service over the Stage. Then Macbeth.
Mach. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well, It were done quickly; if the Affaffination
Could trammel up the Confequence, and catch
With his furceafe, Succefs; that but this blow
Might be the be all, and the end all Here,
But here, upon this Bank and School of time
We'ld jump the Life to come. But in these Cases,
We ftill have Judgment here, that we but teach.
Bloody Inftructions, which being taught, return
To plague th'ingredience of our poifon'd Chalice
To our own Lips. He's here in double trust;
First, as I am his Kinfman, and his Subject,
Strong both against the Deed; then, as his Hoft,
Who fhould against his Murtherer fhut the Door,
Not bear the Knife my felf. Befides, this Duncan,
Hath born his Faculty fo meek; hath been
So clear in his great Office, that his Virtues
Will plead like Angels, Trumpet tongu'd against
The deep Damnation of his taking off :
And Pity, like a naked New-born Babe,
Striding the Blaft, or Heavens Cherubin, hors'd
VOL. V.
Upon the fightless Curriers of the Air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every Eye,
That Tears fhall drown the Wind. I have no Spur
To prick the fides of my Intent, but only
Vaulting Ambition, which o'er-leaps it felf,
Enter Lady.
And falls on th'other
How now? What News?
Lady. He has almoft fup'd; why have you left the Chamber?" Macb. Hath he ask'd for me?
Lady. Know you not, he bas?
Macb. We will proceed no further in this Bufinefs.
He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought
Golden Opinions from all forts of People,
Which would be worn now in their neweft Glofs,
Not caft afide fo foon."
Lady. Was the hope drunk,
Wherein you dreft your felf? Hath it flept fince?
And wakes it now to look fo green and pale,
At what it did fo freely? From this time,
Such I account thy love. Art thou afraid
To be the fame in thine own Act, and Valour,
As thou art in defire ? wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem'ft the Ornament of Life,
And live a Coward in thine own Efteem ?
Letting I dare not, wait upon I would,
Like the poor Cat i'th' Adage.
Mack. Prethee, Peace :
I dare do all that may become a Man;
Who dares do more is none.
Lady. What Beaft was't then,
That made you break this enterprize to me?
When you durft do it, then you were a Man;
And to be more than what you were, you would
Be fo much more the Man. Nor time, nor place
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both :
They have made themfelves, and that their fitness now
Do's unmake you. I have given Suck, and know
How tender 'tis to love the Babe that milks me -...
I would, while it was fmiling in my Face,
Have pluckt my Nipple from his boneless Gums,
And dafht the Brains out, had I but fo fworn
As you have done to this.
Mach. If we should fail?
Lady. We fail!
But fcrew your Courage to the fticking Place,
And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep,,
(Whereto the rather fhall his day's hard Journey
Soundly invite him) his two Chamberlains
Will I with Wine and Waffel, fo convince,
That Memory, the warder of the Brain,
Shall be a Fume, and the receipt of Reason
A Limbeck only; when in fwinish fleep,
Their drenched Natures lye as in a Death,
What cannot you and I perform upon
Th'unguarded Duncan? What, not put upon
His fpungy Officers? Who fhall bear the Guilt
Of our great Quell!
Macb. Bring forth Men-Children only :
For thy undaunted Metal fhould compofe
Nothing but Males. Will it not be receiv'd,
When we have mark'd with Blood thofe fleepy two
Of his own Chamber, and us'd their very Daggers,
That they have don't?
Lady. Who dares receive it other,
As we shall make our Griefs and Clamour roar,
Upon his Death ?
Macb. I am fetled, and bend up
Each corporal Agent to this terrible Feat,
Away, and mock the time with fairest show,
Falle Face muft hide what the falfe Heart doth know.'
ACT II. SCENE I.
SCENE a Hall.
Enter Banquo, and Fleance, with a Torch before him.
H Ow goes the Night, Boy?
Fle. The Moon is down: I have not heard
Ban. And he 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. A heavy Summons lyes like Lead upon me, And yet I would not fleep: Merciful Powers Reftrain in me the curfed Thoughts, that Nature Gives way to in repose.
Enter Macbeth, and a Servant with a Torch. Give me my Sword: Who's there?
Ban. What, Sir, not yet at reft? The King's a-bed,
He hath been in unusual Pleasure.
And fent forth a great Largefs to your Officers,
This Diamond he greets your Wife withal,
By the Name of most kind Hostess,
And shut it up in measureless Content.
Mach. Being unprepar'd,
Our Will became the Servant to defect,
Which elfe should free have wrought.
I dreamt laft Night of the three weyward Sifters;
To you they have fhew'd fome Truth.
Macb. I think not of them ;
Yet when we can intreat an Hour to serve
We would spend it fome Words upon that Business,
If you would grant the time.
Ban. At your kind Leifure.
Mack. If you fhall cleave to my Confent, when❜tis, It fhall make Honour for you.
In feeking to augment it, but ftill keep
My Bofom Franchis'd, and Allegiance clear,
I fhall be counsell'd.
Macb. Good Repofe the while.
Ban. Thanks, Sir; the like to you. Mach. Go, bid thy Miftrefs, when my She ftrike upon the Bell. Get thee to bed. Is this a Dagger which I fee before me,
[Exit Banquo. Drink is ready, [Exit Servant.
The Handle toward my Hand? Come let me clutch thee
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