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- 1 Enter a Porter. Knocking within.
- 2 PORTER.
- 3 Here’s a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of hell gate, he should
- 4 have old turning the key. [_Knocking._] Knock, knock, knock. Who’s
- 5 there, i’ th’ name of Belzebub? Here’s a farmer that hanged himself on
- 6 the expectation of plenty: come in time; have napkins enow about you;
- 7 here you’ll sweat for’t. [_Knocking._] Knock, knock! Who’s there, i’
- 8 th’ other devil’s name? Faith, here’s an equivocator, that could swear
- 9 in both the scales against either scale, who committed treason enough
- 10 for God’s sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven: O, come in,
- 11 equivocator. [_Knocking._] Knock, knock, knock! Who’s there? Faith,
- 12 here’s an English tailor come hither, for stealing out of a French
- 13 hose: come in, tailor; here you may roast your goose. [_Knocking._]
- 14 Knock, knock. Never at quiet! What are you?—But this place is too cold
- 15 for hell. I’ll devil-porter it no further: I had thought to have let in
- 16 some of all professions, that go the primrose way to th’ everlasting
- 17 bonfire. [_Knocking._] Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter.
- 18 [_Opens the gate._]
- 19 Enter Macduff and Lennox.
- 20 MACDUFF.
- 21 Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,
- 22 That you do lie so late?
- 23 PORTER.
- 24 Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock; and drink, sir, is
- 25 a great provoker of three things.
- 26 MACDUFF.
- 27 What three things does drink especially provoke?
- 28 PORTER.
- 29 Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes
- 30 and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the
- 31 performance. Therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator with
- 32 lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; it sets him on, and it takes
- 33 him off; it persuades him, and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and
- 34 not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and giving him
- 35 the lie, leaves him.
- 36 MACDUFF.
- 37 I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.
- 38 PORTER.
- 39 That it did, sir, i’ the very throat on me; but I requited him for his
- 40 lie; and (I think) being too strong for him, though he took up my legs
- 41 sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him.
- 42 MACDUFF.
- 43 Is thy master stirring?
- 44 Enter Macbeth.
- 45 Our knocking has awak’d him; here he comes.
- 46 LENNOX.
- 47 Good morrow, noble sir!
- 48 MACBETH.
- 49 Good morrow, both!
- 50 MACDUFF.
- 51 Is the King stirring, worthy thane?
- 52 MACBETH.
- 53 Not yet.
- 54 MACDUFF.
- 55 He did command me to call timely on him.
- 56 I have almost slipp’d the hour.
- 57 MACBETH.
- 58 I’ll bring you to him.
- 59 MACDUFF.
- 60 I know this is a joyful trouble to you;
- 61 But yet ’tis one.
- 62 MACBETH.
- 63 The labour we delight in physics pain.
- 64 This is the door.
- 65 MACDUFF.
- 66 I’ll make so bold to call.
- 67 For ’tis my limited service.
- 68 [_Exit Macduff._]
- 69 LENNOX.
- 70 Goes the King hence today?
- 71 MACBETH.
- 72 He does. He did appoint so.
- 73 LENNOX.
- 74 The night has been unruly: where we lay,
- 75 Our chimneys were blown down and, as they say,
- 76 Lamentings heard i’ th’ air, strange screams of death,
- 77 And prophesying, with accents terrible,
- 78 Of dire combustion and confus’d events,
- 79 New hatch’d to the woeful time. The obscure bird
- 80 Clamour’d the live-long night. Some say the earth
- 81 Was feverous, and did shake.
- 82 MACBETH.
- 83 ’Twas a rough night.
- 84 LENNOX.
- 85 My young remembrance cannot parallel
- 86 A fellow to it.
- 87 Enter Macduff.
- 88 MACDUFF.
- 89 O horror, horror, horror!
- 90 Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee!
- 91 MACBETH, LENNOX.
- 92 What’s the matter?
- 93 MACDUFF.
- 94 Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
- 95 Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
- 96 The Lord’s anointed temple, and stole thence
- 97 The life o’ th’ building.
- 98 MACBETH.
- 99 What is’t you say? the life?
- 100 LENNOX.
- 101 Mean you his majesty?
- 102 MACDUFF.
- 103 Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
- 104 With a new Gorgon. Do not bid me speak.
- 105 See, and then speak yourselves.
- 106 [_Exeunt Macbeth and Lennox._]
- 107 Awake, awake!—
- 108 Ring the alarum bell.—Murder and treason!
- 109 Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake!
- 110 Shake off this downy sleep, death’s counterfeit,
- 111 And look on death itself! Up, up, and see
- 112 The great doom’s image. Malcolm! Banquo!
- 113 As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites
- 114 To countenance this horror!
- 115 [_Alarum-bell rings._]
- 116 Enter Lady Macbeth.
- 117 LADY MACBETH.
- 118 What’s the business,
- 119 That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
- 120 The sleepers of the house? Speak, speak!
- 121 MACDUFF.
- 122 O gentle lady,
- 123 ’Tis not for you to hear what I can speak:
- 124 The repetition, in a woman’s ear,
- 125 Would murder as it fell.
- 126 Enter Banquo.
- 127 O Banquo, Banquo!
- 128 Our royal master’s murder’d!
- 129 LADY MACBETH.
- 130 Woe, alas!
- 131 What, in our house?
- 132 BANQUO.
- 133 Too cruel anywhere.—
- 134 Dear Duff, I pr’ythee, contradict thyself,
- 135 And say it is not so.
- 136 Enter Macbeth and Lennox with Ross.
- 137 MACBETH.
- 138 Had I but died an hour before this chance,
- 139 I had liv’d a blessed time; for, from this instant
- 140 There’s nothing serious in mortality.
- 141 All is but toys: renown and grace is dead;
- 142 The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
- 143 Is left this vault to brag of.
- 144 Enter Malcolm and Donalbain.
- 145 DONALBAIN.
- 146 What is amiss?
- 147 MACBETH.
- 148 You are, and do not know’t:
- 149 The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
- 150 Is stopp’d; the very source of it is stopp’d.
- 151 MACDUFF.
- 152 Your royal father’s murder’d.
- 153 MALCOLM.
- 154 O, by whom?
- 155 LENNOX.
- 156 Those of his chamber, as it seem’d, had done’t:
- 157 Their hands and faces were all badg’d with blood;
- 158 So were their daggers, which, unwip’d, we found
- 159 Upon their pillows. They star’d, and were distracted;
- 160 No man’s life was to be trusted with them.
- 161 MACBETH.
- 162 O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
- 163 That I did kill them.
- 164 MACDUFF.
- 165 Wherefore did you so?
- 166 MACBETH.
- 167 Who can be wise, amaz’d, temperate, and furious,
- 168 Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man:
- 169 Th’ expedition of my violent love
- 170 Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,
- 171 His silver skin lac’d with his golden blood;
- 172 And his gash’d stabs look’d like a breach in nature
- 173 For ruin’s wasteful entrance: there, the murderers,
- 174 Steep’d in the colours of their trade, their daggers
- 175 Unmannerly breech’d with gore. Who could refrain,
- 176 That had a heart to love, and in that heart
- 177 Courage to make’s love known?
- 178 LADY MACBETH.
- 179 Help me hence, ho!
- 180 MACDUFF.
- 181 Look to the lady.
- 182 MALCOLM.
- 183 Why do we hold our tongues,
- 184 That most may claim this argument for ours?
- 185 DONALBAIN.
- 186 What should be spoken here, where our fate,
- 187 Hid in an auger hole, may rush, and seize us?
- 188 Let’s away. Our tears are not yet brew’d.
- 189 MALCOLM.
- 190 Nor our strong sorrow
- 191 Upon the foot of motion.
- 192 BANQUO.
- 193 Look to the lady:—
- 194 [_Lady Macbeth is carried out._]
- 195 And when we have our naked frailties hid,
- 196 That suffer in exposure, let us meet,
- 197 And question this most bloody piece of work
- 198 To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us:
- 199 In the great hand of God I stand; and thence
- 200 Against the undivulg’d pretence I fight
- 201 Of treasonous malice.
- 202 MACDUFF.
- 203 And so do I.
- 204 ALL.
- 205 So all.
- 206 MACBETH.
- 207 Let’s briefly put on manly readiness,
- 208 And meet i’ th’ hall together.
- 209 ALL.
- 210 Well contented.
- 211 [_Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain._]
- 212 MALCOLM.
- 213 What will you do? Let’s not consort with them:
- 214 To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
- 215 Which the false man does easy. I’ll to England.
- 216 DONALBAIN.
- 217 To Ireland, I. Our separated fortune
- 218 Shall keep us both the safer. Where we are,
- 219 There’s daggers in men’s smiles: the near in blood,
- 220 The nearer bloody.
- 221 MALCOLM.
- 222 This murderous shaft that’s shot
- 223 Hath not yet lighted; and our safest way
- 224 Is to avoid the aim. Therefore to horse;
- 225 And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,
- 226 But shift away. There’s warrant in that theft
- 227 Which steals itself, when there’s no mercy left.
- 228 [_Exeunt._]