SCENE I. Court of Macbeth's castle.
Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE bearing a torch before him BAN QUO
How goes the night, boy?
FLEANCE
The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.
BAN QUO
And she goes down at twelve.
FLEANCE
I take't, 'tis later, sir.
BAN QUO
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 curd thoughts that nature Gives way to in repo!
Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch
Give me my sword.
Who's there?
MACBETH
A friend.
BAN QUO
What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed:
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.
MACBETH
Being unprepared,
Our will became the rvant to defect;
Which el should free have wrought.
BAN QUO
All's well.
I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters:
To you they have show'd some truth.
MACBETHtheonlyone
I think not of them:
Yet, when we can entreat an hour to rve,
We would spend it in some words upon that business, If you would grant the time.
BAN QUO
At your kind'st leisure.
MACBETH
If you shall cleave to my connt, when 'tis,
It shall make honour for you.
BAN QUO
So I lo none
In eking to augment it, but still keep
My bosom franchid and allegiance clear,
I shall be counll'd.
MACBETH
Good repo the while!
BAN QUO
Thanks, sir: the like to you!
Exeunt BANQUO and FLEANCE
MACBETH
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 e before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I e thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, nsible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a fal creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppresd brain?
I e thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
hurry什么意思Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to u.
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other ns,
Or el worth all the rest; I e thee still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
adhesiveIt is the bloody business which informs
Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld
Nature ems dead, and wicked dreams abu
The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder,
Alarum'd by his ntinel, the wolf,
Who howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-t earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
And take the prent 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 knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
Exit
SCENE III. The same.
Knocking within. Enter a Porter
Porter
Here's a knocking indeed! If a
man were porter of hell-gate, he should have
old turning the key.
Knocking within
Knock,
knock, knock! Who's there, i' the name of Beelzebub? Here's a farmer, that hanged
himlf on the expectation of plenty: come in
time; have napkins enow about you; herearrangements
you'll sweat for't.
Knocking within
Knock,
conspiracy theoryknock! Who's there, in the other devil's
name? Faith, here's an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale;
who committed treason enough for God's sake,
yet could not equivocate to heaven: O, come
in, equivocator.
Knocking within
Knock,
knock, knock! Who's there? Faith, here's an English tailor come hither, for stealing out of
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roast your goo.
Knocking within
Knock,
knock; never at quiet! What are you? But
this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further: I had thought to have let in
some of all professions that go the primro
way to the everlasting bonfire.
Knocking withinthanksgiving
Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter. Opens the gate
Enter MACDUFF and LENNOX
MACDUFF
Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,
That you do lie so late?
Porter
'Faith sir, we were carousing till the
cond cock: and drink, sir, is a great
provoker of three things.
MACDUFF
What three things does drink especially provoke? Porter
Marry, sir, no-painting, sleep, and
urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes
away the performance: therefore, much drink
may be said to be an equivocator with lechery:
it makes him, and it mars him; it ts
him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and
not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him
in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.
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I believe drink gave thee the lie last night. Porter
That it did, sir, i' the very throat on
me: but I requited him for his lie; and, I think, being too strong for him, though he took up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him.
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Is thy master stirring?
Enter MACBETH
Our knocking has awaked him; here he comes. LENNOX
Good morrow, noble sir.
MACBETH
Good morrow, both.
MACDUFF
Is the king stirring, worthy thane?
MACBETH
Not yet.
MACDUFF
He did command me to call timely on him:
I have almost slipp'd the hour.
MACBETH
I'll bring you to him.
MACDUFF
I know this is a joyful trouble to you;
But yet 'tis one.
MACBETH
The labour we delight in physics pain.
This is the door.
MACDUFF
I'll make so bold to call,
For 'tis my limited rvice.
Exit
LENNOX
Goes the king hence to-day?
MACBETH
He does: he did appoint so.
LENNOX
