Imatges de pÓgina

That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,
I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,

For it must seem their guilt,

Knock within.

Mac. Whence is that knocking?

How is 't with me, P when every noife appals me?


What hands are here! hah! 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 fea incarnadine,

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Enter Lady.

Lady. My hands are of your colour; but I fhame
To wear a heart fo white; I hear a knocking

At the fouth entry. Retire we to our chamber;
A little water clears us of this deed.

How easy is it then! Your conftancy


Hath left you unattended-Hark, more knocking! [Knock. Get on your night-gown, left occafion call us,

And fhew us to be watchers. Be not loft

So poorly in your thoughts.

Mac. To know my deed, 'twere beft not know myself.

[" Knock Wake, Duncan, with "thy knocking. *I would thou could'st!

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* Porter. Here's a knocking indeed; if a man porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key. [Knock.] Knock, knock, knock. Who's there, i' th' name of Belzebub? here's a farmer that hang'd himself on th' expectation of plenty: come in time, have napkins enough about you, here you'll fweat for 't. [Knock.] knock. Who's there in th' other devil's name? Faith, here's an equivocator, that could fwear in both the scales against either fcale, who committed treafon enough for God's fake, yet could not equivocate to heaven: Oh, come in, equivocator. [Knock.] Knock, knock, knock. Who's there? Faith, here's an English taylor come hither for ftealing out of a French hofe: come in, taylor, here you may roaft your goofe. [Knock.] Knock, knock. Never at quiet! what are you? but this place is too cold for hell.

y. This is called the 3d scene in the and King James the First's times. The fo's and C. inventors of the execrable doctrine of equivocation. W.

z This comic part is omitted in the text of P. and H. but inferted in the margin.

a P. and H. in for on.

b Meaning a Jefuit; an order fo troublesome to the state in Queen Elizabeth

The archness of he joke confifts in this, that a French hofe being very short and straight, a taylor must be mafter of his trade who could steal any thing from thence. W,

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I'll devil-porter it no further: I had thought to have let in some of all profeffions, that go the primrose way to th' everlasting bonfire. [Knock.] Anon, anon, I pray you, remember the porter.

Enter Macduff, and Lenox.

Macd. Was it fo late, friend, ere you went to bed, that you do lie fo late?

Porter. Faith, fir, we were caroufing 'till the fecond cock; and drink, fir, is a great provoker of three things. Macd. What three things does drink efpecially provoke?

Porter. Marry, fir, nofe-painting, fleep, and urine. Lechery, fir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the defire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be faid to be an equivocator with lechery; it makes him, and it mars him; it fets him on, and it takes him off; it perfuades him, and difheartens him; makes him ftand to, and not ftand to; in conclufion, equivocates him in a fleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.

Macd. I believe drink gave thee the lie last night. Port. That it did, fir, i' the very throat on me; but I requited him for his lie; and, I think, being too ftrong for him, though he took up my legs fometime, yet I made a fhift to caft him.

Macd. Is thy mafter ftirring?

Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes.

The ift f. too.

e R. and all after, except C. into for in.

D. 4

f W. and J. omit up.


Enter Macbeth.

Len. Good morrow, noble fir.

Mach. Good morrow, both.

Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy Thane?

Mach. Not yet.

Macd. He did command me to call timely on him;

I have almoft flipt the hour.

Macb. I'll bring you to him.

Macd. I know this is a joyful trouble to you:

But yet 'tis one.

Mach. The labour we delight in, phyficks pain. This is the door,

Macd. I'll make fo bold to call, for 'tis my limited fervice.

Len. Goes the king hence to-day?


He does: he did appoint so.

[Exit Macduff.

Len. The night has been unruly; where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say, Lamentings heard i' th' air, ftrange ftreams of death, And prophefying, with accents terrible,

Of dire combuftion and confus'd events,

New hatch'd to th' woeful time: the obfcure bird
Clamour'd the live-long night. Soine fay, the earth
Was feverous, and did fhake.

Macb. 'Twas a rough night.

Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel A fellow to it.

g P. and all after, except C. omit He Matrons, old women.


iSo the 1ft f. T. W. and 7; the

W. propofes, for And, Aunts, ie. reft, combustions.


Enter Macduff.

Macd. O horror! horror! horror!

Tongue nor heart cannot conceive, nor name thee

Macb. and Lenox. What's the matter?

Macd. Confufion now hath made his mafter-piece;

Moft facrilegious murther hath broke ope

The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence

The life o' th' building.

Mach. What is 't you fay? the life? —

Len. Mean you his Majefty?

Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your fight With a new Gorgon. Do not bid me speak;

See, and then speak yourselves. Awake! awake!

[Exeunt Macbeth and Lenox.

Ring the alarum-bell-murther! and treason!
Banquo, and Donalbain, Malcolm, awake!
Shake off this downy fleep, death's counterfeit,
And look on death itfelf- Up, up, and fee
The great doom's image-Malcolm! 1 Banquo!
As from your graves rife up, and walk like sprights,
To countenance this horror.-


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