That memory, the warder of the brain, MACB. Bring forth men-children only! LADY M. Who dares receive it other, As we fhall 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 muft hide what the falfe heart doth know. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. The fame. Court within the Caftle. Enter BAN QUO, 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 fhe goes down at twelve. FLE. I take't, 'tis later, fir. [heaven, BẠN. Hold, take my fword:-There's husbandry in Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too. MACB. A friend. BAN. What, fir, not yet at reft? The king's a-bed: He hath been in unusual pleasure, and Sent forth great largefs to your offices: This diamond he greets your wife withal, By the name of moft kind hoftefs; and shut up MACB. Being unprepar'd, Our will became the fervant to defect; BAN. All's well. I dreamt last night of the three weird fifters ; MACB. I think not of them : Yet, when we can entreat an hour to ferve, If you would grant the time. BAN. At your kind'ft leisure, MACB. If you fhall cleave to my confent,-when 'tis, It fhall make honour for you. BAN. So I lofe none, In feeking to augment it, but ftill keep My bofom franchis'd, and allegiance clear, I fhall be counfel'd. MACB. Good repose, the while! BAN. Thanks, fir; The like to you! [Exit BANQUO MACB. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. [Exit Servant. Is this a dagger, which I fee before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not; and yet I fee thee ftill. To feeling, as to fight? or art thou but Thou marshal'ft me the way that I was going; Mine eyes are made the fools o'the other fenfes, And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one half world Whose howl's his watch, thus with his ftealthy pace, I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell That fummons thee to heaven, or to hell. [Exit. SCENE II. The fame. Enter Lady MACBETH. LADY M. That which hath made them drunk, hath made me bold : [-Peace! What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire :-Hark! It was the owl that fhriek'd, the fatal bellman, Which gives the ftern'ft good night. He is about it : Do mock their charge with fnores: I have drugg'd their [poffets, MACB. [Within.] Who's there?—what, ho! MACB. I have done the deed :-Didft thou not hear a noise? LADY M. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry. Did not you speak? MACB. When? LADY M. Now. MACB. As I defcended? LADY M. Ay. MACB. Hark ! Who lies i' the fecond chamber? LADY M, Donalbain.. MACB. This is a forry fight. [Looking on his hands. LADY M. A foolish thought, to fay a forry fight. MACB. There's one did laugh in his fleep, and one cried, murder! That they did wake each other; I ftood and heard them : But they did say their prayers, and address'd them Again to fleep. LADY M. There are two lodg'd together. MACB. One cried, God bless us! and, Amen, the other; As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands, Listening their fear. I could not fay, amen, When they did fay, God blefs us. LADY M. Confider it not fo deeply. MACB. But wherefore could not I pronounce, amen? I had moft need of bleffing, and amen Stuck in my throat. LADY M. These deeds muft not be thought After these ways; fo, it will make us mad. MACB. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder fleep, the innocent sleep; Sleep, that knits up the revell'd fleeve of care, The death of each day's life, fare labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's fecond course, Chief nourisher in life's feaft; LADY M. What do you mean? MACB. Still it cried, Sleep no more! to all the house: Glamis bath murder'd fleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall fleep no more, Macbeth fhall fleep no more! LADY M. Who was it, that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think |