A LANDSCAPE. ONE day, as he did raunge the fields abroad, It was an hill plaste in an open plaine, And at the foote thereof a gentle flud And on the top thereof a spacious plaine Ne ought there wanted, which for pleasure might So pleasauntly the hill with equall hight Therefore it righly cleeped was Mount Acidale. MACBETH. SPENSER. ACT II. SCENE I. Macb. Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? thee: Come, let me clutch I have thee not; and yet I see thee still. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, was not so before. There's no such thing: It is the bloody business, which informs Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, SCENE II. Enter LADY MACBETH. Lady. That which hath made them drunk, hath made me bold; What hath quenched them, hath given me fire. Hark! Peace! It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman, Which gives the sternest good-night. He is about it: That death and nature do contend about them, Macb. [Within.] Who's there? what, oh! Confounds us: He could not miss them. Had he not resembled Enter MACBETH. Macb. I have done the deed:-didst thou not hear a noise ? Lady. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry: Did not you speak? Macb. When? Lady. Now. Macb. As I descended ? Lady. Ay. Macb. Hark! who lies i' the second chamber? Lady. Donalbain. Macb. This is a sorry sight. [Looking on his hands. Lady. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. Macb. 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, and addressed them Lady. There are two lodged together. Macb. One cried, God bless us! and, Amen! the other; As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands, Lady. Consider it not so deeply. Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce Amen? I had most need of blessing, and Amen Stuck in my throat. Lady. These deeds must not be thought After these ways; so, it will make us mad. Macb. Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep; Lady. What do you mean? Macb. Still it cried, " 'Sleep no more!" to all the house : "Glamis hath murdered sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!" Lady. Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done; Lady. Infirin of purpose! Give me the daggers: The sleeping, and the dead, That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green-one red. |