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It shall make honour for you.
Ban. So I lose none
Mac. Good repose the while !
(Exeunt Ban.' and Fle,
Mac. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.
. (Exit fervant. 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 ftill. Art thou not, fatal vision, fenfible To feeling as to fight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I fee thee as yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'ft me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' th' other senses, Or else worth all the reft-I see thee ftill;
• All before T. omit and Fleance,
"And on thy blade and dudgeon, 'gouts of blood,
x Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; ' now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings : and ? wither'd Murther, Alarum'd by his centinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing a strides, towards his design Mores like a ghoft. - Thou sound and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where-about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it. - Whiles I threat, he lives Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
· Certainly, if on the blade, then on a All before P. read fides for Aridese the dudgeon ; for dudgeon signifies a small 3. proposes, Wib Tarquin ravishe dagger. We should read therefore, Anding, fides rowards, &c. Vide Heard in on the blade of th' dudgeon, &c. W. loc.
A dudgeon fignifies a baft as well as This is P.'s emendation. The fo's as a dagger. See Lye's Etymologicon. and R. read fowre, fowr, four. C. Hearb.
sure. - Gouttes, drops, Fr. P.
c All before R. read, wbich ebey may w R. P. and H. Tbis for Tbus, walk, &c.
» So all before P; he and all after, d H. of bat we're about, &c. except C, Now o'er one belf ibe world, e So the fo's; C. wbile; the reft, &c.
wbilf for tobikes. y All before R, omit now.
f This line is omitted by P. and H. 2 A lady proposes, wisb ber for wie in the text, but preserved in the mas. bord.
[A bell rings.
I go, and it is done;, the bell invites me;
Lady. That which hath made them drunk, hath made me bold;
Hark! What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire.
It was the owl that shriek”d, the fatal bell-man,
Lady. Alack ! I am afraid, they have awak'd ;
f This is Sc. II. in the fo's and C.
& The fo's, R. P. T. and W. omit Mxberb.
Mac. I have done the deed-Didft thou not hear a noise
Lady. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry.
Mac. When ?
Lady. There are two lodg’d together.
Mac. One cry'd, God bless us, and, Amen, the other; As they had seen me with these hangman's hands; Liftning their fear, I could not say, Amen, When they did say, God bless us.
Lady. Consider it not so deeply.
Mac. But wherefore could not I pronounce, Amen?
P. and all after, except C. alter this beard tbem. line as follows,
it. w, and J. address for addrol. Ibry wak'd cacb orber; and I food and * H. and C. add on after sbougbs.
Mac. Methought I heard a voice cry, “ Sleep no more; Macbeth does murther sleep; the innocent sleep;
Sleep, that knits up the ravellid m sleave of care,
Lady. What do you mean?
Mac. Still it cry'd, “ Sleep no more, to all the house; Glamis hath murther'd sleep: And therefore, Cawdor Shall Neep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more !”
Lady. Who was it that thus cry'd? Why, worthy Thane, You do unbend your noble ftrength, to think
, So brain-fickly of things. Go, get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand.
Mac. I'll go no more.
Lady. Infirin of purpose !
I P. and H. omit this line in their duce to order all that confusion and vexa.
*tion in which our cares and folicitudes m All the copies spell this word Jeeve. had involved our waking thoughts, Sleave fignifies the ravellid k notiy gouty Bearb. parts of the tilk, which gives great trous n'W. reads, Tbe birth of each day's ble and embarrallment to the knitter or life, &c. Perhaps Skakeip are wrote, weaver. So that deep is said, by a very Tbe dea: b of each day's grief, &c. expresive metaprior, to knit up and re