Have theirs, themselves, 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 fhall continue our graces towards him.

By your leave, hoftefs.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IX. An Apartment in the Caftle. Hautboys, Torches. Enter divers Servants with dishes and Service over the Stage. Then Macbeth.

Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done; then 'twere well It were done quickly: if th' affaffination Could tramell up the confequence, and catch With its furceafe, fuccefs; that but this blow Might be the Be-all and the End-all bere, Here only, on this bank and fhoal of time; We'd jump the life to come. But in these cafes We ftill have judgment bere; that we but teach Bloody inftructions, which being taught return To plague th' inventor: even-handed Juftice Returns th' ingredients of our poifon'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double truft: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed: then, as his hoft, Who fhould against his murth'rer fhut the door, Not bear the knife my felf. Befides, this Duncan Hath born his faculties fo meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongu'd againft The deep damnation of his taking off: And Pity, like a naked new-born babe Striding the blaft, or heav'n's cherubin hors'd Upon the fightless courfers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in ev'ry eye, That tears fhall drown the wind.-I have no fpur To prick the fides of my intent, but only Vaulting Ambition, which o'er-leaps it felf, And falls on th' other fide.

SCENE X. Enter Lady Macbeth. How now? what news?

Lady.

Lady. He hath almost fupp'd; why have you left the chamber?

Mach. Hath he afk'd for me?

Lady. Know you not he has ?

Mach. We will proceed no further in this business.
He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought
Golden opinions from all forts of people,

Which should be worn now in their newest gloss,
Not caft afide fo foon.

Lady. Was the hope drunk,

Wherein you dreft your self? 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'ft 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 beaft was't then,

That made you break this enterprize 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 than man. Nor time, nor place
Did then co-here, and yet you would make both:
They've made themselves, and that their fitness now
Do's 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 pluckt my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dafht the brains out, had I but fo fworn
As you have done to this.

Mach. If we fhould fail?.

Lady. We fail!

The proverb here meant is this, The cat loves fib, but dares mat evet ber feet.

But

But fcrew your courage to the sticking place,
And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep,
(Whereto the rather fhall 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 reason
A limbeck only when in fwinish sleep
Their drenched natures lye as in a death,
What cannot you and I perform upon
Th' unguarded Duncan? what not put upon
His fpungy officers, who shall bear the guilt
Of out great quell ?

Macb, 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 those 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. I'm fettled, and bend up

Each corp'ral agent to this terrible feat.

Away, and mock the time with fairest show:

Falle face muft hide what the falfe heart doth know. [Exe.

Ban.

ACT II. SCENE I.

A Hall in Macbeth's Caftle.

Enter Banquo, and Fleance with a torch before bim.
WOW goes the night, boy?

H

Fle.The moon is down: Ihave not heard the clock. Ban. And fhe goes down at twelve.

Fle. I take't, 'tis later, Sir.

Ban. Hold, take my fword. There's husbandry in heav'n,

Their candles are all out.

-Take thee that too.

A heavy fummons lyes like lead upon me,
And yet I would not fleep: Merciful pow'rs!
Reftrain in me the curfed thoughts that nature
Gives way to in repose,

Enter

Enter Macbeth, and a Servant with a torch.

Give me my fword:

Who's there?

Macb. A friend.

Ban. What, Sir, not yet at reft? the King's a-bed. He hath to-night been in unusual pleasure,

And fent great largefs to your officers;

This diamond he greets your wife withal,
By th' name of most kind hoftess, and's fhut up
In measurelefs content.

Mach. Being unprepar'd,

Our will became the fervant to defect,
Which else should free have wrought.
Ban. All's very well.

I dreamt last night of the three weird fifters
To you they've fhew'd fome truth.

Macb. I think not of them;
Yet when we can intreat an hour to ferve,
Would spend it in fome words upon that business,
If you would grant the time.

Ban. At your kind leisure.

Mach. 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 counfell'd.

Mach. Good repose the while!

Ban. Thanks, Sir; the like to you. [Exe. Ban, and Fle SCENE II.

Mach. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She ftrike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. [Exit Servant. Is this a dagger which I fee before me,

The handle tow'rd my hand? come let me clutch thee-
I have thee not, and yet I fee thee ftill.
Art thou not, fatal vifion, fenfible
To feeling, as to fight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a falfe creation
Proceeding from the heat-oppreffed brain?
I fee thee yet, in form as palpable

As

As this which now I draw

Thou marshal'ft me the way that I was going,
And fuch an inftrument I was to use.

Mine eyes are made the fools o'th other fenfes,
Or elfe worth all the reft-I fee thee ftill,
And on thy blade and dudgeon, gouts of blood,
Which was not fo before.There's no fuch thing→→→
It is the bloody business which informs

This to mine eyes-Now o'er one half the world
Nature feems dead, and wicked dreams abufe
The curtain'd fleep; now Witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings: and wither'd Murder,
(Alarum'd by his fentinel, the wolf,

Whofe howl's his watch) thus with his ftealthy pace,
With Tarquin's ravishing ftrides, tow'rds his defign
Moves like a ghoft-Thou found and firm-set earth,
Hear not my fteps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very ftones prate of that we're about,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now fuits with it-Whilft I threat, he lives-

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.

3

[A bell rings,

[Exit.

SCENE III. Enter Lady Macbeth. Lady. That which hath made them drunk, hath made

me bold:

What hath quencht them, hath giv'n me fire. Hark! peace!
It was the owl that fhriek'd, the fatal bell-man,

Which gives the ftern'ft good-night-he is about it-
The doors are open; and the furfeited grooms

Do mock their charge with fnores. I've drugg'd their poffets,
That death and nature do contend about them,

Whether they live or die.

Enter Macbeth.

Macb. Who's there? what ho!

Lady. Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd,

⚫ he lives,

Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives, 1 go, &c.

And