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Enter Lady Macbeth.

How now? what news?

Lady. He has almost fupp'd; why have you left the


Mac. Hath he afk'd for me?

Lady. Know you not he has?

Mac. 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 would be worn now in their newest glofs,
Not caft afide fo foon.

Lady. Was the hope drunk,

Wherein you dreft yourself? hath it flept fince?
And wakes it now, to look fo green and pale
At what it did fo freely?

Such I account thy love.

From this time,

Art thou afcard

To be the fame in thine own act and valour,
As thou art in defire? Wouldft thou have that,
Which thou efteem'ft the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own efteem,

So the fo's, R. and C, H. He bath; what need of this alteration? the fenfe

the reft, He's for He bas.

u T. W. and J. fort.

H. fhould for would,

is plain enough; Wouldst thou (doft thou defire to) have that, which thou efteem'ft the ornament of life, and (yet,

* So the three ift fo's and C; the or at the fame time) live a coward in

reft, afraid.
▼ J. would read Se for And. But her wait upon I would, &c.

thine own efteem, (by) letting I dare


Letting I dare not wait upon I would,
Like the poor cat i' th' adage?
Mac. 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 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 given fuck, and know
How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me;
I would, while it was finiling in my face,
Have pluckt my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dafh'd the brains out, had I but fo fworn
As you have done to this.

Mac. If we fhould fail?

Lady. We fail!

But fcrew your courage to the sticking place,
And we'll not fail. When Duncan is afleep,
(Whereto the rather fhall 5 his 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 fwinifh fleep

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Their drenched natures lie as in a death,
What cannot you and I perform upon
Th' unguarded Duncan? what not put upon
His fpungy officers, who fhall bear the guilt
Of our great quell?

Mac. 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 fhall make our griefs and clamour roar,
Upon his death? ́


Mac. I am fettled, and bend up a I
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
Away, and mock the time with faireft show, br
Falfe face muft hide what the falle heart doth know.


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1. Macbeth's, Cafile.

Enter Banquo, and Fleance with a Torch before him.

OW goes the night, boy?


Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.

Ban. And the goes down at twelve.

kettis later, Sir.

Fle. T'take 't,


Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heaven, Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too.

A heavy fummons lies like lead upon me,
And yet I would not fleep. Merciful powers!
Restrain in me the curfed thoughts that nature
Gives way to in repose.

Enter Macbeth, and a fervant with a torch.

Give me my fword. Who's there?

Mac. A friend.

Ban. What, fir, not yet at reft? The king's a-bed.

f The scene not defcribed in the fo's; all the reft till 7. call it a ball. C. Court

within the Cafile.


He hath been in unufual pleafure, and


Sent forth great largefs to your officers.

This diamond he greets your wife withal,

By the name of moft kind hoftefs, and 's fhut up
In measureless content.

Mac. Being unprepar'd,

Our will became the fervant to defect;
Which elfe fhould free have wrought.

Ban. All's well.

I dreamt last night of the three weïrd fifters;
To you they have fhew'd fome truth.

Mac. I think not of them;

Yet, when we can intreat an hour to serve,



• We would spend ? it in fome words upon that business,

If you

would grant the time.

Ban. At your kind'ft leifurc.

"Mac. * If you shall cleave to my confent, when 'tis,

8 Here P. inferts to-night, followed

by all after.

▲ P. and all after omit fortb.

i The three laft fo's and R. infert before great.

That is, if you fhall cleave to that party which confents to my advancement, when ever the opportunity may offer. Heath. .I But I fhould rather think fomething

k So H. and C; the reft, and for is loft here, of the following purport a Ban. At your kind'ft leisure.The three laft fo's and R. frut it up, "Those lookers into fate, that hail'd


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