Shall fun that morrow fee!
Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men
May read ftrange matters :-To beguile the time,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower
But be the ferpent under it. He that's coming,
Must be provided for: and you fhall put
This night's great bufinefs into my dispatch;
Which thall, to all our nights and days to come,
Give folely fov'reign fway and masterdom.
Mach. We will speak further.
Lady. Only look up clear;
To alter favour ever is to fear:
Leave all the rest to me.
SCENE VI. Hautboys, and Torches.
Enter KING, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENOX, MACDUFF, ROSSE, ANGUS, and Attendants.
King. This caftle hath a pleasant feat; the air Nimbly and fweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle fenfes.
Ban. This gueft of fummer,
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
By his lov'd manfionry, that the heaven's breath
Smells wooingly here: no jutty frieze,
Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendant bed, and procreant cradle :
Where they most breed and haunt, I have obferv'd,
The air is delicate.
Enter LADY MACBETH.
King. See, fee! our honour'd hoftess!
The love that follows us, fometime is our trouble,
Which ftill we thank as love. Herein I teach you,
How you fhall bid God yield us for
And thank us for your trouble.
Lady. All our fervice
In every point twice done, and then done double,
Were poor and fingle business, to contend
Against thofe honours, deep and broad, wherewith
Your majefty loads our houfe: For thofe of old,
And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
We reft your hermits.
King. Where's the thane of Cawdor?
We cours'd him at the heel, and had a purpose
To be his purveyor: but he rides well;
And his great love, fharp as his fpur, hath holp him
To his home before us: fair and noble hoftefs.
We are your guest to-night.
Have theirs, themfelves, 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 shall continue our graces towards him.
SCENE VII. Hautboys, Torches.
Enter a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and Service over the ftage: then Macbeth.
Macb. If it were done when 'tis done, then 't were It were done quickly : if the affaffination [well Could trammel up the confcience, and catch, With his furceafe, fuccefs; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and fhoal of time.-
We'd jump the life to come.-But, in these cafes,
We ftill have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague th' inventor: This even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poifon'd chalice
To our own lips. He's here in double truft:
Firft, as I am his kinsman and his fubject,
Strong both against the deed; then, as his hoft,
Who fhould against his murderer fhut the door,
Not bear the knife myfelf. Befides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties 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 heaven's cherubin, hors'd
Upon the fightlefs couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears thall drown the wind.—I have no fpur
To prick the fides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
And falls on the other-How now! what news?
Lady. He's almoft fupp'd; why have you left the
Macb. Hath he afk'd for me?
Lady. Know you not he has?
Macb. We will proceed no further in this bus'nefs: He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought den opinions from all forts of people,
would be worn now in their neweft glofs,
Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept 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 efteem'd the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem;
Letting I dare not, wait upon I would,
Like the poor cat i' th' adage.
Macb. Pr'ythee, peace:
I dare do all that may become a man
Who dares do more is none.
Lady. What beast was't then,
That made you break this enterprise 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 themselves; and that their fitness now
Does unmake you. I have giv'n fuck; and know
How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me :
I would, while it was fmiling in my face,
Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dash'd the brains out, had I but fo fworn
As you have done to this.
Macb. If we should fail,-
Lady. We fail!
But fcrew your courage to the sticking place,
And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep
(Whereto the rather shall this 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 reafon
A limbeck only: when in fwinish fleep
Their drenched natures lie, as in death,
What cannot you and I perform upon
Th' unguarded Duncan? what not put upon
His fpongy officers,, who shall bear the guilt
Of our great quell?
Mach. 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 done't!
Lady. Who dares receive it other,
As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
Upon his death ?
Macb. 1 am fettled, and bend up
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
Away, and mock the time with fairett fhew:
Falle face muft hide what the falfe heart doth know,
Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE with a torch before him,
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