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Unto our gentle senses.
This guest of summer,
Enter Lady Macbeth.
See, see! our honour'd hostess!
shall bid God yield us for your pains, And thank us for
All our service
poor and single business, to contend
Where's the thane of Cawdor?
Your servants ever
Give me your hand:
A ROOM IN THE CASTLE.
Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass orer the stage,
a sewer, and divers servants with dishes and service. Then enter Macbeth. Mac. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere
well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,We'd jump the life to come.—But, in these cases, We still have judgment here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust: First, as I ain his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
Enter Lady Macbeth. Lady M. He has almost supp'd; Why have you
left the chamber? Muc. Hath he ask'd for me?
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 sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon. Lady M.
Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time, Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour, As thou art in desire? Would'st thou have that Which thou esteemist the ornament of life, And live à coward in thine own esteem;
Letting I dare not wait upon I would,
What beast was it then, That made you break this enterprize to me? When
durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so 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
Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know
His spungy officers; who shall bear the guilt
Bring forth men-children only!
Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Upon his death: Mac,
I am settled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show: False face must hide what the false heart doth know,