SCENE X. Enter Lady Macbeth. How now? what news? Lady. He has almost fupp'd; why have you left the chamber? 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 reft, afraid. thine own efteem, (by) letting I dare Letting 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, d Their drenched natures lie as in a death, Mac. Bring forth men-children only: For thy undaunted Nothing but males. metal fhould compofe Will it not be receiv'd When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two Lady. Who dares, receive it other, As we fhall make our griefs and clamour roar, Mac. I am fettled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with faireft fhow, br False face muft hide what the false heart doth know. Ban. A 'C SCENE I 1. Macbeth's, Cafile. Enter Banquo, and Fleance with a Torch before him. WOW goes the night, boy? How goes the the Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. Ban. And the goes down at twelve. Fle. I take 't, tis fater, Sira Ban. Hold, take my fword. 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! Reftrain 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 He hath been in unufual pleafure, and 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; Ban. All's well. J I dreamt last night of the three weird 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, If you would grant the time. Ban. At your kind'ft leifurc. "Mat. If you fhall cleave to my confent, when 'tis, & Here P. inserts to-night, followed by all after. ▲ P. and all after omit fortb. 4 I That is, if you fhall cleave to that party which confents to my advancement, when ever the opportunity may i The three last fo's and R. infert an offer. Heath. before great. But I should rather think something k So H. and C; the reft, and for is loft here, of the following purports and's. Ban. At your kind'ft leifure.The three laft fo's and R. früt it up, "Those lookers into fate, that hail'd |