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[Within Macbeths castle] Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE with a torch before him Ban. How goes the night, boy? | |
| Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. | |
| Ban. And she goes down at twelve. | |
| Fle. I take t, tis later, sir. | 4 |
| Ban. Hold, take my sword. Theres husbandry 1 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, | 8 |
| Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature | |
| Gives way to in repose! | |
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Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch Give me my sword. | |
| Whos there? | 12 |
| Macb. A friend. | |
| Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The Kings a-bed. | |
| He hath been in unusual pleasure, and | |
| Sent forth great largess to your offices. 2 | 16 |
| This diamond he greets your wife withal, | |
| By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up 3 | |
| In measureless content. | |
| Macb. Being unprepard, | 20 |
| Our will became the servant to defect; 4 | |
| Which else should free have wrought. | |
| Ban. Alls well. | |
| I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: | 24 |
| To you they have showd some truth. | |
| Macb. I think not of them; | |
| Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, | |
| We would spend it in some words upon that business, | 28 |
| If you would grant the time. | |
| Ban. At your kindst leisure. | |
| Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent, 5 when tis, 6 | |
| It shall make honour for you. | 32 |
| Ban. So I lose none | |
| In seeking to augment it, but still keep | |
| My bosom franchisd 7 and allegiance clear, | |
| I shall be counselld. | 36 |
| Macb. Good repose the while! | |
| Ban. Thanks, sir; the like to you! Exeunt BANQUO [and FLEANCE]. | |
| Macb. Go bid thy mistress, when my drink 8 is ready, Exit [Servant]. | |
| She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. | 40 |
| Is this a dagger which I see before me, | |
| The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. | |
| I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. | |
| Art thou not, fatal 9 vision, sensible | 44 |
| To feeling as to sight? or art thou but | |
| A dagger of the mind, a false creation, | |
| Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? | |
| I see thee yet, in form as palpable | 48 |
| As this which now I draw. | |
| Thou marshallst me the way that I was going, | |
| And such an instrument I was to use. | |
| Mine eyes are made the fools o the other senses, | 52 |
| Or else worth all the rest. 10 I see thee still, | |
| And on thy blade and dudgeon 11 gouts 12 of blood, | |
| Which was not so before. Theres no such thing. | |
| It is the bloody business which informs 13 | 56 |
| Thus to mine eyes. Now oer the one half-world | |
| Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse 14 | |
| The curtaind sleep. Witchcraft celebrates | |
| Pale Hecates offerings, and witherd murder, | 60 |
| Alarumd by his sentinel, the wolf, | |
| Whose howls his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, | |
| With Tarquins ravishing strides, towards his design | |
| Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm set earth, | 64 |
| Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear | |
| Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, | |
| And take the present horror 15 from the time, | |
| Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives: | 68 |
| Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. | |
| 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. A bell rings. Exit. | 72 |