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Made to his mistress' eye-brow. Then a soldier :
Full of strange baths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel ;
Seeking the bubble reputation,
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice,
In fair round belly, with good capon lin’d,
With eyes fevere, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The fixth age

Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on fide;
His youthful hose well fav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk fhank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness, and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, fans eyes, fans tafte, fans every thing.

Enter. Orlando, with Adam.
Duke Sen. Welcome. Set down your venerable burden,
And let him feed.

Orla. I thank you most for him.

Adam. So had you need.
I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.

Duke Sen. Welcome, fall to : I will not trouble you,
As yet to question you about your fortunes.
Give us fome music; and, good cousin, sing.

Go, "


bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet

I see thee still.
rt thou not, fatal vision, sensible
s'o feeling as to fight? or art thou but

A dagger

[Exit Serv.


A dagger of the mind, a false creation
Proceeding from the heat oppressed brain.
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.-

Thou marshal'ft me the way that I was going; i
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other fenfes,
Or else worth all the rest-I see thee ftill ;
And on thy blade and dudgeon, gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. - There's no such thing.
It is the bloody business, which informs
Thus to mine eyes.--Now o'er one half the world
Nature seeins dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep: now witchcraft celebrates:
Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither’d Murther,
Alarm'd by his fentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy, pace;
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a ghoft. - Thou sound and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my where-about;
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whilft I threat, he lives
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath.gives.
I go, and it is done ; the bell invites me :: [-A bell rings.
Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell
'That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.. [Exit.

Enter Lady Macbeth.
Lady. 'That which hath made them drunk, bath made me
What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire. Hark! peace!
It was the owl that shriek’d, the fatal bell-man,
Which gives the stern'it good-night-he is about it
The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms
Do mock their charge with snores. I've drugg'd their poffeas,
That death and nature do contend about them,,
Whether they live or die.

Enter Macbeth.. Macb. Who's there?. · what ho!



Lady. Alack! I'm afraid, they have awak'di
And 'tis not done. The attempt, and not the deedy.
Confounds us—hark!-I laid their daggers ready,
He could not miss 'em.-Had. he not resembled:
My father as he slept, I had done't-My husband!

Macb. Hve done the deed- didit thou not hear a noise
Lody. I' heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry.
Did not you speak?

Macb. When?
Lady. Now.
Macb. As I descended ?
Lady. Ay.
Macb. Hark!-whe lies the second chamber
Lady. Donalbain.
Macb. This is a forry fight.

[Looks on his bands.
Lady. A foolish thought, to say, a forry: sight.
Macb. There's ore did laugh in his fleep, and one cry'd,

Murt bir !
They wak'd each other; and I stood and heard them;
But they did fay their prayers, and address’d them
Again to fleep.
Lady. There are two lodg'd together.

Dlacb. One cry'd, God bless us! and Amen! the other;
As they had seen me with these hangman's hands,
Listening their fear, I could not say, Amen,
When they did say, God bless us.

Lody. Consider it not so deeply. Macb. But wherefore could I not pronounce, Amen? I had mot need of bleliing, and Amen


Lady. These decds muft not be thought,
After these ways; so it will make us mad.

Macb. Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more!
Macbeth dotb muxther fieep; the innocent sleep;
Sleep that knits up the ravellid leeve of care,
The death of each day's life, fore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.

Lady. What do you' mean?
Macb. Still it cry'd, sleep no more, to all the house:
Glamis hath murther'd sleep. And therefore Cawder


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Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more!

Lady. Who was it, that thus cry'd? Why, worthy Thane,
You do unbend your noble strength, to think
So brain-fickly of things. Go, get some water,
And wash this filthy witness from your hand.
Why did you bring these daggers from the place ?
They must lie there. Go, carry them, and smear
The sleepy grooms with blood.

Macb. I'll go no more.
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 sleeping and the dead
Are but as pictures ; 'tis the eye of childhood,
That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,
I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,
For it must seem their guflt.


. Knocks within. Macb. Whence is that knocking!

[Starting. How is it with when

every noise appals me? What hands are here? Hah! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean was this blood Clean from my hand ? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine, Making the green one red

Enter Lady. Lady. My hands are of your colour ; but I shame To wear a heart so white; I hear a knocking At the south entry. Retire we to our chamber; A little water clears us of this deed. How easy is it then! Your constancy Hath left you unattended-Hark, more knocking! [Krocka Get on your night-gown, left occafion call us, And shew us to be watchers. Be not loft So poorly in your thoughts.

Macb. To know my deed, 'twere belt not know myself, Wake, Duncan, with this knocking. Would thou couldt!




N°. V.-MACBETH. ct III. Scene IV. A Room of State in the Castle. Banquet prepared. Enter Macbeth, Lady, Roffe,

Lords, and Attendants.

OU know your own degrees, sit down :
first and last, the hearty welcome.
Lords. Thanks to your Majesty.
Macb. Our self will mingle with society,
id play the humble host;
ir hoftess keeps her state, but in best time
e will require her welcome.

[They fit. Lady.. Pronounce it for me, Sir, to all our friends ; ir my heart speaks, they're welcome.

Enter firf Murtherer. Macb. See they encounter thee with their hearts thanks. oth sides are even. Here I'll fit i' the midst. e large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure :'he table round. There's blood upon thy face.

[To the Murtherer, afide, at the door. Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then. Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within. s he dispatch'd ? Mur. My Lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him. Macb. Thou art the best of cut-throats; yet

he's good, Chat did the like for Fleance; if thou didft it, Thou art the non-pareil.

Mur. Most royal Sir, Fleance is scap'd.

Macb. Then comes my fit again : I had else been perfect;
Whole as the maible, founded as the rock,
As broad, and general, as the casing air :
But now I'm cabin'd, cribb’d, conhn'd, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?-

Mur. Ay, my good Lord. Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head :
The 'leatt a death to Nature.'



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