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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.
Which would be worn now in their newest glofs,
Lady. Was the hope drunk,
Wherein you dreft yourself? hath it flept fince?
Such I account thy love.
From this time,
Art thou afcard
To be the fame in thine own act and valour,
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
thine own efteem, (by) letting I dare
Letting I dare not wait upon I would,
I dare do all that may become a man;
Lady. What beaft was 't then,
That made you break this enterprize to me?
Mac. If we fhould fail?
Lady. We fail!
But fcrew your courage to the sticking place,
Their drenched natures lie as in a death,
Mac. Bring forth men-children only:
Lady. Who dares, receive it other,
As we fhall make our griefs and clamour roar,
Mac. I am fettled, and bend up a I
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,
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
Mac. Being unprepar'd,
Our will became the fervant to defect;
Ban. All's well.
I dreamt last night of the three weïrd fifters;
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,
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