ACT II.

SCENE 1.

THE SAME.

COURT WITHIN THE CASTLE.

Enter Banquo, and Fleance; and a Servant, with

a torch before them. Ban. How goes the night, boy? Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the

clock. Ban. And she goes down at twelve. Fle.

I take't, 'tis later, sir. Ban. Hold, take my sword :—There's husbandry

in heaven, Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too. A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep: Merciful powers! Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature Gives way to in repose!--Give me my sword;

Enter Macbeth, and a Servant with a torch.
Who's there?

Mac. A friend.
Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's

abed:
He hath been in unusual pleasure, and
Sent forth great largess to your offices:
This diamond he greets your wife withal,
By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up
In measureless content.
Mac.

Being unprepard,

Our will became the servant to defect;
Which else should free have wrought.
Ban.

All's well.
I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters:
To you they have show'd some truth.
Mac.

I think not of them: Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, Would spend it in some words upon that business, If you would grant the time. Ban,

At

your kind'st leisure, Mac. If

you shall cleave to my consent,—when

'tis,
It shall make honour for you.
Ban.

So I lose none,
In seeking to augment it, but still keep
My bosom franchis’d, and allegiance clear,
I shall be counsel'd.
Mac.

Good
repose,

the while! Ban. Thanks, sir; The like to you !

[Exit Banquo. Mac. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is

ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.

[Exit Servant. Is this a dagger, which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch

--
I have thee not; and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but
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'st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o'the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still;
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 the one half world
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; now witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder,
Alarum’d by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy

pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his de

sign Moves like a ghost.

-Thou sure 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. Whiles I threat, he

lives; Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

[A bell rings. I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knel! That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. [Exit.

SC E N E II.

THE SAME.

Enter Lady Macbeth. Lady M. That which hath made them drunk,

hath made me bold: What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire:

Hark!-Peace! It was the owl that shriek’d, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about

it: The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd

their possets, That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live, or die.

Mac. [Within.] Who's there?- what, ho!

Lady M. Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd, And 'tis not done:--the attempt, and not the deed, Confounds us :-Hark!-I laid their daggers ready, He could not miss them.-Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had done't.—My husband ?

Enter Macbeth. Mac. I have done the deed :-Didst thou not

hear a noise? Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the crick

ets cry Did not you speak? Mac.

When?

Lady M.

Now. Mac.

As I descended? Lady M. Ay.

Mac. Hark!-
Who lies i'the second chamber?
Lady M.

Donalbain.
Mac. This is a sorry sight.

(Looking on his hands. Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. Mac. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one

cried, murder! That they did wake each other; I stood and heard

them: But they did say their prayers, and address'd them Again to sleep. Lady M.

There are two lody'd together. Mac. One cried, 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. Lady M.

Consider it not so deeply. Mac. But wherefore could not I pronounce,

amen?
I had most need of blessing, and amen
Stuck in my throat.
Lady M.

These deeds must not be thought
After these ways; so, it will make us mad.
Mac. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep no

more! Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep; Sleep, that knits up the ravelld sleave of care,