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In feeking to augment it, but ftill keep

My bofom franchis'd, and allegiance clear,
I fhall be counsell'd.

Mac. Good repose the while!

Ban. Thanks, fir; the like to you.

[Exeunt Ban, and Fle.


Mac. Go, bid thy miftrefs, when my drink is ready,

She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.

Is this a dagger which I fee before me,

[Exit fervant.

The handle toward 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 as yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.-

Thou marshall'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 senses,
"Or elfe worth all the reft-I fee thee ftill;

* All before T. omit and Fleance,


• And on thy blade and dudgeon, "gouts of blood, Which was not so before.-There's no fuch thing.It is the bloody bufinefs, which informs.

Thus to mine eyes. -* Now o'er the one half world
Nature feems dead, and wicked dreams abuse

The curtain'd fleep; now witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings: and wither'd Murther,

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Alarum'd by his centinel, the wolf,

Whose howl's his watch, thus with his ftealthy pace,
With Tarquin's ravifhing



ftrides, towards his defign


Moves like a ghoft.-Thou found and firm-fet earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very ftones prate of my where-about,


And take the present horror from the time,

Which now fuits with it. Whiles I threat, he livesWords to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

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I go,

I 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.

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Lady. That which hath made them drunk, hath made me


What hath quench'd them, hath given 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 have drugg'd their poffets,

That death and nature do contend about them,

Whether they live or die.

Enter Macbeth.

Mac. Who's there? what ho?

Lady. Alack! I am afraid, they have awak'd;
And 'tis not done. Th' attempt and not the deed,
Confounds us-hark!-I laid their daggers ready,
He could not mifs 'em. - Had he not resembled
My father as he flept, I had done 't-My husband?

f This is Sc. II. in the fo's and


g The fo's, R. P. T. and W..omit Macbeth.


Mac. I have done the deed-Didft thou not hear a noife?
Lady. I heard the owl fcream, and the crickets cry.

Did not you speak?

Mac. When?

Lady. Now.

Mac. As I defcended?

Lady. Ay.

Mac. Hark!-who lies i' th' fecond chamber?

Lady. Donalbain.

Mac. This is a forry fight.

[Looks on his hands.

Lady. A foolish thought, to fay a forry fight.

Mac. There's one did laugh in 's fleep, and one cry'd murther!

That they did wake each other; I ftood and heard them; But they did fay their prayers, and addreft them

Again to fleep.

Lady. There are two lodg'd together.

Mac. One cry'd, God blefs 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 fay, God blefs us.

Lady. Confider it not fo deeply.

Mac. But wherefore could not I pronounce, Amen? I had most need of blessing, and Amen

Stuck in my throat.

Lady. Thefe deeds must not be thought After these ways; fo, it will make us mad.

P. and all after, except C. alter this beard them. line as follows,

They wak'd each other; and I flood and


i T. W. and J. address for addrest. * H. and C. add on after thought.

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Mac. Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more; Macbeth does murther fleep; the innocent fleep;

'Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd m fleave of care,
The death of each day's life, fore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's fecond course,
Chief nourisher in life's feaft.—”

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Mac. Still it cry'd, Sleep no more, to all the house; Glamis hath murther'd fleep: And therefore. Cawdor

Shall fleep no more; Macbeth hall fleep 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 fome water,
And wash this filthy witnefs from your hand.
Why did you bring these daggers from the place?
They muft lie there: Go carry them, and finear
The fleepy grooms with blood.

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I am afraid to think what I have done;

Look on 't again, I dare not..

Lady. Infirm of purpose!

Give me the daggers. The fleeping and the dead,
Are but as pictures; 'tis the
pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood,

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