Enter MACBETH. 29 Macb. I have done the deed: Didst thou not hear a noise? Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry. Did not you speak? Macb. When? sight. Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one cry'd, murder! That they did wake each other; I stood and heard them: But they did say their prayers, and address'd them Again to sleep. Lady M. There are two lodg'd together. Macb. One cry'd, God blefs us! and, Amen, the other; As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands, Listening their fear. I could not say, amen Lady M. Consider it not so deeply. amen? pronounce, I had most need of blessing, and amen Stuck in my throat. Vol. III. Y Lady M. 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 M. What do you mean? Macb. Still it cry'd, Sleep no more! to all the house: Glamis hath murder'd sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more! Lady M. Who was it, that thus cry'd? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brain-sickly of things: Go, get some wa• ter, And wash this filthy witness from your hand.Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: Go, carry them; and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done; Lady M. Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: The sleeping, and the dead, Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood, 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! * 31 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 incarnardine, Re-enter Lady MACBETH. Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but To wear a heart so white. [Knock.] I hear a knocking At the south entry: retire we to our cham. ber: A little water clears us of this deed: more knocking: [Knocking.] Hark! Be not lost Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us, Macb. To know my deed, - 'twere best not know myself. Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would, thou couldst! SCEN E III. The same. [Exeunt.] Enter a Porter. [Knocking within.] Port. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turn ing the key. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock: Who's there i'the name of Belzebub? Here's a farmer, that hang'd himself on the expectation of plenty: come in time; have napkins enough about you; here you'll sweat for't. [Knocking.] Knock, knock: Who's there, i'the other devil's name? 'Faith, here's an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale: who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven: 0, come in, equivocator. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock: Who's there? 'Faith, here's an english taylor come hither, for stealing out of a french hose: come in, taylor; here you may roast your goose. [Knocking.] Knock, knock: Never at quiet! What are you? But this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further: I had thought to have let in some of all professions, that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. [Knocking.] Anon, anon; I pray you, remember the porter. [opens the gate.] Macd. Enter MACDUFF, and LENOX. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, That you do lie so late? Port. 'Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock: and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things. Macd. What three things doth drink especially provoke? Port. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance: Therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and not stand to: in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him. Macd. I believe, drink gave thee the lie last night. Port. That it did, sir, i'the very throat o'me: But I requited him for his lie; and, I think, being too strong for him, though he took up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him. Macd. Is thy master stirring? --- Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes. Enter MACBETH, Len. Good-morrow, noble sir! Macb. Good-morrow, both! Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane? Macb. Not yet, Macd. He did command me to call timely on him; I have almost slipt the hour. Macb. I'll bring you to him. Macd. I know, this is a joyful trouble to you; But yet, 'tis one. Macb. The labour we delight in, physicks pain. This is the door. Macd. I'll make so bold to call, For 'tis my limited service. [Exit MACDUFF.] Len. Goes the king hence to-day? Macb. He does he did appoint so. Len. The night has been unruly: Where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down: and, as they say, |