The Same. |
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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. |
Macb. [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! |
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Enter MACBETH. |
Macb. I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise? |
Lady M. I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. |
Did not you speak? |
Macb. When? |
Lady M. Now. |
Macb. As I descended? |
Lady M. Ay. |
Macb. Hark! |
Who lies i' the second chamber? |
Lady M. Donalbain. |
Macb. [Looking on his hands.] This is a sorry sight. |
Lady M. A foolish thought to say a sorry sight. |
Macb. There's one did laugh in 's 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 lodg'd together. |
Macb. 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. |
Macb. 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. |
Macb. Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more! |
Macbeth does murder sleep,' the innocent sleep, |
Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, |
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, |
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, |
Chief nourisher in life's feast,— |
Lady M. What do you mean? |
Macb. Still it cried, 'Sleep no more!' to all the house: |
'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor |
Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!' |
Lady M. Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, |
You do unbend your noble strength to think |
So brainsickly 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 M. 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 guilt. [Exit. Knocking within. |
Macb. Whence is that knocking? |
How is't with me, when every noise appals me? |
What hands are here! Ha! they pluck out mine eyes. |
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood |
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather |
The multitudinous seas incarnadine, |
Making the green one red. |
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Re-Enter LADY MACBETH. |
Lady M. My hands are of your colour, but I shame |
To wear a heart so white.—[Knocking within.] 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. [Knocking within.] Hark! more knocking. |
Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us, |
And show us to be watchers. Be not lost |
So poorly in your thoughts. |
Macb. To know my deed 'twere best not know myself. [Knocking within. |
Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst! [Exeunt. |
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