| 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! | 
|  | 
| 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. | 
|  | 
| 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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