The Same. A Room in the Castle. |
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Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over the stage, a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and service. Then, enter MACBETH. |
Macb. 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 am 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 |
So clear in his great office, that his virtues |
Will plead like angels trumpet-tongu'd against |
The deep damnation of his taking-off; |
And pity, like a naked new-born babe, |
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd |
Upon the sightless couriers of the air, |
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, |
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur |
To prick the sides of my intent, but only |
Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself |
And falls on the other.— |
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Enter LADY MACBETH. |
How now! what news? |
Lady M. He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber? |
Macb. Hath he ask'd for me? |
Lady M. Know you not he has? |
Macb. 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? Wouldst thou have that |
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, |
And live a coward in thine own esteem, |
Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' |
Like the poor cat i' the adage? |
Macb. Prithee, peace. |
I dare do all that may become a man; |
Who dares do more is none. |
Lady M. What beast was't, then, |
That made you break this enterprise to me? |
When you 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 now |
Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know |
How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: |
I would, while it was smiling in my face, |
Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, |
And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you |
Have done to this. |
Macb. If we should fail,— |
Lady M. We fail! |
But screw your courage to the sticking-place, |
And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep, |
Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey |
Soundly invite him, his two chamberlains |
Will I with wine and wassail so convince |
That memory, the warder of the brain, |
Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason |
A limbeck only; when in swinish sleep |
Their drenched natures lie, as in a death, |
What cannot you and I perform upon |
The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon |
His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt |
Of our great quell? |
Macb. Bring forth men-children only; |
For thy undaunted mettle should compose |
Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd, |
When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two |
Of his own chamber and us'd their very daggers, |
That they have done't? |
Lady M. Who dares receive it other, |
As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar |
Upon his death? |
Macb. 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. [Exeunt. |
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