The Tragedie of Macbeth.
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And wash this filthie Witnesse from your Hand.
Why did you bring these Daggers from the place?
They must lye there: goe carry them, and smeare
The sleepie Groomes with blood.
Why did you bring these Daggers from the place?
They must lye there: goe carry them, and smeare
The sleepie Groomes with blood.
Macb.
Ile goe no more:
I am afraid, to thinke what I haue done:
Looke on't againe, I dare not.
Ile goe no more:
I am afraid, to thinke what I haue done:
Looke on't againe, I dare not.
Lady.
Infirme of purpose:
Giue me the Daggers: the sleeping, and the dead,
Are but as Pictures: 'tis the Eye of Child-hood,
That feares a painted Deuill. If he doe bleed,
Ile guild the Faces of the Groomes withall,
Exit.For it must seeme their Guilt.
Infirme of purpose:
Giue me the Daggers: the sleeping, and the dead,
Are but as Pictures: 'tis the Eye of Child-hood,
That feares a painted Deuill. If he doe bleed,
Ile guild the Faces of the Groomes withall,
Exit.For it must seeme their Guilt.
Knocke within.
Macb.
Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when euery noyse appalls me?
What Hands are here? hah: they pluck out mine Eyes.
Will all great Neptunes Ocean wash this blood
Cleane from my Hand? no: this my Hand will rather
The multitudinous Seas incarnardine,
Making the Greene one, Red.
Macb.
Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when euery noyse appalls me?
What Hands are here? hah: they pluck out mine Eyes.
Will all great Neptunes Ocean wash this blood
Cleane from my Hand? no: this my Hand will rather
The multitudinous Seas incarnardine,
Making the Greene one, Red.
Enter Lady.
Lady.
My Hands are of your colour: but I shame
Knocke.To weare a Heart so white.
I heare a knocking at the South entry:
Retyre we to our Chamber:
A little Water cleares vs of this deed.
How easie is it then? your Constancie
Knocke.Hath left you vnattended.
Hearke, more knocking.
Get on your Night-Gowne, least occasion call vs,
And shew vs to be Watchers: be not lost
So poorely in your thoughts.
Lady.
My Hands are of your colour: but I shame
Knocke.To weare a Heart so white.
I heare a knocking at the South entry:
Retyre we to our Chamber:
A little Water cleares vs of this deed.
How easie is it then? your Constancie
Knocke.Hath left you vnattended.
Hearke, more knocking.
Get on your Night-Gowne, least occasion call vs,
And shew vs to be Watchers: be not lost
So poorely in your thoughts.
Macb.
Knocke.To know my deed,
'Twere best not know my selfe.
Wake Duncan with thy knocking:
Exeunt.I would thou could'st.
Knocke.To know my deed,
'Twere best not know my selfe.
Wake Duncan with thy knocking:
Exeunt.I would thou could'st.
Scena Tertia.
Enter a Porter.
Knocking within.
Porter.
Here's a knocking indeede: if a man were
Porter of Hell Gate, hee should haue old turning the
Key.Knock. Knock, Knock, Knock. Who's there
i'th'name of Belzebub? Here's a Farmer, that hang'd
himselfe on th'expectation of Plentie: Come in time, haue
Napkins enow about you, here you'le sweat for't. Knock.
Knock, knock. Who's there in th'other Deuils Name?
Faith here's an Equiuocator, that could sweare in both
the Scales against eyther Scale, who committed Treason
enough for Gods sake, yet could not equiuocate to Heauen:
oh come in, Equiuocator. Knock. Knock,
Knock, Knock. Who's there? 'Faith here's an English
Taylor come hither, for stealing out of a French Hose: C
ome in Taylor, here you may rost your Goose. Knock.
Knock, Knock. Neuer at quiet: What are you? but this
place is too cold for Hell. Ile Deuill-Porter it no further:
I had thought to haue let in some of all Professions, that
goe the Primrose way to th'euerlasting Bonfire.Knock.
Anon, anon, I pray you remember the Porter.
Porter.
Here's a knocking indeede: if a man were
Porter of Hell Gate, hee should haue old turning the
Key.Knock. Knock, Knock, Knock. Who's there
i'th'name of Belzebub? Here's a Farmer, that hang'd
himselfe on th'expectation of Plentie: Come in time, haue
Napkins enow about you, here you'le sweat for't. Knock.
Knock, knock. Who's there in th'other Deuils Name?
Faith here's an Equiuocator, that could sweare in both
the Scales against eyther Scale, who committed Treason
enough for Gods sake, yet could not equiuocate to Heauen:
oh come in, Equiuocator. Knock. Knock,
Knock, Knock. Who's there? 'Faith here's an English
Taylor come hither, for stealing out of a French Hose: C
ome in Taylor, here you may rost your Goose. Knock.
Knock, Knock. Neuer at quiet: What are you? but this
place is too cold for Hell. Ile Deuill-Porter it no further:
I had thought to haue let in some of all Professions, that
goe the Primrose way to th'euerlasting Bonfire.Knock.
Anon, anon, I pray you remember the Porter.
Enter Macduff, and Lenox.
Macd.
Was it so late, friend, ere you went to Bed,
That you doe lye so late?
Was it so late, friend, ere you went to Bed,
That you doe lye so late?
Port.
Faith Sir, we were carowsing till the second Cock:
And Drinke, Sir, is a great prouoker of three things.
Faith Sir, we were carowsing till the second Cock:
And Drinke, Sir, is a great prouoker of three things.
Macd.
What three things does Drinke especially prouoke?
What three things does Drinke especially prouoke?
Port.
Marry, Sir, Nose-painting, Sleepe, and Vrine.
Lecherie, Sir, it prouokes, and vnprouokes: it prouokes
the desire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore
much Drinke may be said to be an Equiuocator with Lecherie:
it makes him, and it marres him; it sets him on,
and it takes him off; it perswades him, and dis-heartens
him; makes him stand too, and not stand too: in conclusion,
equiuocates him in a sleepe, and giuing him the Lye,
leaues him.
Marry, Sir, Nose-painting, Sleepe, and Vrine.
Lecherie, Sir, it prouokes, and vnprouokes: it prouokes
the desire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore
much Drinke may be said to be an Equiuocator with Lecherie:
it makes him, and it marres him; it sets him on,
and it takes him off; it perswades him, and dis-heartens
him; makes him stand too, and not stand too: in conclusion,
equiuocates him in a sleepe, and giuing him the Lye,
leaues him.
Macd.
I beleeue, Drinke gaue thee the Lye last Night.
I beleeue, Drinke gaue thee the Lye last Night.
Port.
That it did, Sir, i'the very Throat on me: but I
requited him for his Lye, and (I thinke) being too strong
for him, though he tooke vp my Legges sometime, yet I
made a Shift to cast him.
That it did, Sir, i'the very Throat on me: but I
requited him for his Lye, and (I thinke) being too strong
for him, though he tooke vp my Legges sometime, yet I
made a Shift to cast him.
Enter Macbeth.
Macd.
Is thy Master stirring?
Our knocking ha's awak'd him: here he comes.
Is thy Master stirring?
Our knocking ha's awak'd him: here he comes.
Lenox.
Good morrow, Noble Sir.
Good morrow, Noble Sir.
Macb.
Good morrow both.
Good morrow both.
Macd.
Is the King stirring, worthy Thane?
Is the King stirring, worthy Thane?
Macb.
Not yet.
Not yet.
Macd.
He did command me to call timely on him,
I haue almost slipt the houre.
He did command me to call timely on him,
I haue almost slipt the houre.
Ma b.
Ile bring you to him.
Ile bring you to him.
Macd.
I know this is a ioyfull trouble to you:
But yet 'tis one.
I know this is a ioyfull trouble to you:
But yet 'tis one.
Macb.
The labour we delight in, Physicks paine:
This is the Doore.
The labour we delight in, Physicks paine:
This is the Doore.
Macd.
Exit Macduffe.Ile make so bold to call, for 'tis my limitted seruice.
Exit Macduffe.Ile make so bold to call, for 'tis my limitted seruice.
Lenox.
Goes the King hence to day?
Goes the King hence to day?
Macb.
He does: he did appoint so.
He does: he did appoint so.
Lenox.
The Night ha's been vnruly:
Where we lay, our Chimneys were blowne downe,
And (as they say) lamentings heard i'th'Ayre;
Strange Schreemes of Death,
And Prophecying, with Accents terrible,
Of dyre Combustion, and confus'd Euents,
New hatch'd toth'wofull time.
The obscure Bird clamor'd the liue-long Night.
Some say, the Earth was feuorous,
And did shake.
The Night ha's been vnruly:
Where we lay, our Chimneys were blowne downe,
And (as they say) lamentings heard i'th'Ayre;
Strange Schreemes of Death,
And Prophecying, with Accents terrible,
Of dyre Combustion, and confus'd Euents,
New hatch'd toth'wofull time.
The obscure Bird clamor'd the liue-long Night.
Some say, the Earth was feuorous,
And did shake.
Macb.
'Twas a rough Night.
'Twas a rough Night.
Lenox.
My young remembrance cannot paralell
A fellow to it.
My young remembrance cannot paralell
A fellow to it.
Enter Macduff.
Macd.
O horror, horror, horror,
Tongue nor Heart cannot conceiue, nor name thee.
O horror, horror, horror,
Tongue nor Heart cannot conceiue, nor name thee.
Macb. and Lenox.
What's the matter?
What's the matter?
Macd.
Confusion now hath made his Master-peece:
Most sacrilegious Murther hath broke ope
The Lords anoynted Temple, and stole thence
The Life o'th'Building.
Confusion now hath made his Master-peece:
Most sacrilegious Murther hath broke ope
The Lords anoynted Temple, and stole thence
The Life o'th'Building.
Macb.
What is't you say, the Life?
What is't you say, the Life?
Lenox.
Meane you his Maiestie?
Meane you his Maiestie?
Macd.
Approch the Chamber, and destroy your sight
With a new Gorgon. Doe not bid me speake:
Approch the Chamber, and destroy your sight
With a new Gorgon. Doe not bid me speake:
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