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Scene III.

MACBETH.

For it is thine. 2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, | In which addition, thane of Cawdor!

3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter.

Ban. Good Sir, why do you start, and seem to fear

Things that do sound so fair -I'the name of trath,

Are ye fantastical⚫ or that indeed

Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great pre. diction

[not:

Of noble having, + and of royal hope,
That be seems rapt withal; to me you speak
If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say which grain will grow, and which will

not;

Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
Your favours nor your hate.

1 Witch. Hail!

2 Witch. Hail!

3 Witch. Hail!

1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier.
3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou

Ban. What, can the devil speak true?
Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives: Why do
you dress me

In borrow'd robes ?

be none: So, all hail, Macbeth and Banquo !

1 Witch. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail! Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me

more:

By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis;
But bow of Cawdor ? the thane of Cawdor lives,
A prosperous gentleman; and, to be king,
Stands not within the prospect of belief,
No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence
You owe this strange intelligence? or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
With such prophetic greeting ?-Speak, I charge
[WITCHES vanish.
Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water
[nish'd?
has,
And these are of them :-Whither are they va-
Macb. Into the air; and what seem'd cor-
poral melted
As breath into the wind.-'Would they had
staid !

you.

Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak
about;

Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet;
But under heavy judgment bears that life
Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was
Combin'd with Norway; or did line the rebel
With hidden help and vantage; or that with

both

He

He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not;
Have overthrown him.
But treasons capital, confess'd and prov'd,

Macb. Glamis and thane of Cawdor:
behind.-Thanks for
The greatest is

pains.

Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to
[me,
Promis'd no less to them?

Ban. That trusted home,

Or have we eaten of the insane root,
That takes the reason prisoner ?

Mucb. Your children shall be kings.
Ban. You shall be king.

Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it
[here?
not so ?
Ban. To the self-same tune and words. Who's

Enter ROSSE and ANGUS.

• Supernatural, spiritual.
Rapturously affected.

Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Mac-
beth,

The news of thy success; and when he reads
Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
His wonders and his praises do contend,
Which should be thine, or his : Silenc'd with

that,

In viewing o'er the rest o'the self-same day,
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,
Strange images of death. As thick as tale, T
Came post with post; and every one did bear
Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,
And pour'd them down before him.

Sinel was Macbeth's father.
The root which makes insane.
As fast as they could be counted

hail, most worthy thane!

Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange :
The instruments of darkness tell us truths;
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.-
Cousins, a word, I pray you.

Macb. Two truths are told,

[meu.-
As happy prologues to the swelling act
This supernatural soliciting t
Of the imperial theme.-I thank you, gentle-
Caunot be ill; cannot be good :-If ill,
Commencing in a truth? I am thaue of Caw-
Why hath it given me earnest of success,
dor: $

If good, why do I yield to that suggestion ||
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,
[tical,
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature? Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings :
Shakes so my single state of man, that function
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantas-
But what is not.
Is smother'd in surmise; ** and nothing is,

+ Estate.

Ang. We are sent,

To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;
To berald thee into his sight, not pay thee.
Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater ho-
Bour,
bade me, from him, call thee thane of
Cawdor:

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Without my stir.

Ban. New honours come upon him

Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt.

Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,

Like our strange garments; cleave not to the
mould,
But with the aid of use.

Macb. Come what come may ;

Time and the hour ++ runs through the roughest day.

Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.

Macb. Give me your favour: ‡‡-my dull brain [pains was wrought Kind gentlemen, your With things forgotten. Are register'd where every day I turn The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the

king;

[time,

Think upon what hath chanc'd; and, at more
The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak
Our free hearts each to other.

Ban. Very gladly.

Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Fores.-A Room in the Palace. Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENOX, and ATTENDANTS. Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? not

Those in commission yet return'd?

Are

t Encitement. • Title. + Stimulate. Glamis is still standing, and is the magnificent resiTemptation. dence of Earl Strathmore. The powers of action are Firmly fixed. ft Time and oppor oppressed by conjecture. 1: Pardon. tunity.

2 T

Mal. My liege,

They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
With one that saw him die; who did report,
That very frankly he confess'd his treasons;
Implor'd your highness' pardon; and set forth
A deep repentance: nothing in his life
Became him, like the leaving it; he died
As one that had been studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd, *
As 'twere a careless trifle.

Dun. There's no art,

To find the mind's construction in the face: t
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust.-O worthiest cousin!

Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, Rosse, and ANGUS.
The sin of my ingratitude even now
Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before,
That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less de-
serv'd ;

That the proportion both of thanks aud payment
Might have been mine! only I have left to say,
More is thy due than more than all can pay.

Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part Is to receive our duties; and our duties Are to your throne and state, children, and servants,

Which do but what they should, by doing every thing

Safe toward your love and honour. Dun. Welcome hither:

I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
To make thee full of growing. -Noble Banquo,
That hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known
No less to have done so, let me infold thee,
And hold thee to my heart.

Ban. There if I grow,

The harvest is your own.

Dun. My plenteous joys,

[after,

Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.-Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
And you whose places are the nearest, know,
We will establish our estate upon
Our eldest Malcolm; whom we name here-
The prince of Cumberland: which honour must
Not, unaccompanied, invest him only,
But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
On all deservers.-From hence to Inverness,
And bind us further to you.

Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you:

I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful
The hearing of my wife with your approach;
So, humbly take my leave.

Dun. My worthy Cawdor!

Macb. The prince of Cumberland I-That is a step, On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap, [Aside.

For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

[Exit. Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant ; ||

And in his commendations, I am fed ;
It is a banquet to me. Let us after him,
Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome :
It is a peerless kinsman. [Flourish. Exeunt.

SCENE V.-Inverness.-A Room in MACBETH's Castle. Enter Lady MACBETH, reading a letter. Lady M. They met me in the day of success; and I have learned by the perfectest

report, they have more in them than morte knowledge. When I burned in desire a question them further, they made themselver

air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives + from the king, who all-hailed me, Thane of Cawdor; by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with Hail king that shalt be! This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest purtner of greatness; that thom mightest not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell. Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promis'd:-Yet do I fear thy

Owned, possessed.

We cannot construe the disposition of the mind by the lineaments of the face. Exuberant. The wails of Macbeth's Castle at Inverness, are yet standing. Full as valiant as described.

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That would make up bis message.
Lady M. Give him tending,

He brings great news. The raven himself is
hoarse,
[Exit ATTENDANT.
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, come, you
spirits

That tend on mortal || thought, unsex me here;
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-fall
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring
ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances

You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,

And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife tt see not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, Cawdor! To cry, Hold, Hold!--Great Glamis! worthy

Enter MACBETH Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant present, and I feel now The future in the instant.

Murderous.

The best intelligence. ↑ Messengers. : Diadem. Supernatural. ¶ Pity. Wrap as in a mantle. tt Knife aucie atl meant a sword or dagger. ttle. Beyond the present time, which is according to the process of m ture ignorant of the future.

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MACBETH.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV-The same.-Before the Castle.
Hautboys.-Servants of MACBETH attending.
Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BAN-
QUO, LENOX, MACDUFF, ROSSE, ANGUS, and
Attendants.

Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over
the stage, a Sewer, and divers Ser-
vunts with dishes and service. Then enter
MACBETH.

Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.

Ban. This guest of summer,

SCENE VII.-The same.-A Room in the
Castle.

they Most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, the air Is delicate.

In

It were done quickly: If the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch,
With his surcease, success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon, this bank and shoal of time,
We'd jump the life to come.-But, in these

The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
By his lov'd mansioury, that the heaven's
breath
Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, buttress,
Nor coigne of 'vantage, but this bird hath
His pendent bed, and procreaut cradle: Where

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Mucb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then
'twere well

cases,

We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor: This even-handed jus-
tice
Commends the ingredients of our poison'd
chalice

Enter Lady MACBETH.

Dun. See, see! our honour'd hostess :

The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble,

Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach

you,

your

To our own lips. He's here in double trust:
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
Who should against his murderer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duu-

can

Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off:
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd
Upou the sightless couriers + of the air,
Shal! blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind.-I have no

spur

Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself,
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
And falls on the other.-How now, what news!

How you shall bid God yield us for
pains,
And thank us for your trouble.
Lady M. All our service

every point twice done, and then done
double,
Were poor and single business, to contend
Against those honours deep and broad, where-To

with
Your majesty loads our house: For those of old,
And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
We rest your hermits. 6

Look, countenance.
1 Reward.
Convenient corner.
Wa as hermits shall ever pray for you.
1 Subject to accompt.

Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor?
We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose
To be his parveyor: but he rides well;
And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp

bim

To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess,
We are your guest to-night.

Lady M. Your servants ever

Have their's, themselves, and what is their's, in
compt,

To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
Still to return your own.

Din. Give me your band:
Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly,
And shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave, hostess.

[Exeunt.

Macb. Hath he ask'd for me?

Lady M. Know you not, he has ?

Macb. We will proceed no further in this
business:

He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Not cast aside so soon.

Enter Lady MACBETH.

Lady M. He has almost supp'd; Why have you left the chamber?

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Lady M. Was the hope drunk,

Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept
since?

And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely? From this time,
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
be the same in thine own act and valour,
Would'st thou have
As thou art in desire ?

that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem;
Letting I dare not wait upon I would,
Like the poor cat i'the adage?

Macb. Pr'ythee, peace:

I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none.

Lady M. What beast was it then,
That made you break this enterprize to me?
When you durst do it, then you were a man;
And, to be more than what you were, you
[place,
Nor time, not
Be so much more the man.
Did then adhere, and yet you would make

would

both :

They have made themselves, and that their fit

ness now

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How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me :
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless

gums,

And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn, as
you
Have done to this.

Macb. If we should fail,

Lady M. We fail!

But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep,
(Whereto the rather shall his day's hard jour-
ney

Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains
Will I with wine and wassel so convince, t
That memory, the warder of the brain,
Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason
A limbeck outy: When in swinish sleep
Their drenched natures lie, as in a death,
What cannot you and I perform upon
The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon
His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt
Of our great quell?

Macb. Bring forth men-children only!
For thy undaunted mettle should compose
Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd,
When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy

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Of his own chamber, and us'd their very dag

gers,
That they have don't?

Lady M. Who dares receive it other,
As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
Upon his death?

Macb. I am settled, and bend up
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
False face must hide what the false heart doth
know.
[Exeunt.

Who's there?

Macb. Being unprepar'd,

Our will became the servant to defect;
Which else should free have wrought.

Ban. All's well.

I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters:

+ Overpower.
⚫ Murder.

Would spend it in some words upon that busi

ness,

If you would grant the time.
Ban. At your kind'st leisure.

Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent,-
when 'tis,

It shall make honour for you.

Ban. So I lose none,

In seeking to augment it, but still keep
My bosom franchis'd and allegiance clear,
I shall be counsel'd.

To you they have show'd some truth.

Macb. I think not of them:

Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,

Intemperance.

ACT II.

SCENE 1.-The same.-Court within the
Castle.
Enter BANQUO and FLEANCE, and a Servant,
with a torch before them.

Ban. How goes the night, boy?

Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the Thy very stones prate of my where-about, clock.

And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it.-Whiles I threat, be
lives;

Ban. And she goes down at twelve.
Fle. I take't, 'tis later, Sir.
Ban. Hold, take my sword :-There's hus-
bandry in heaven,

gives.

Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath
[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.

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 cursed thoughts, that nature
Gives way to in repose !-Give me my sword ;-
Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a
Torch.

¶ Bounty.

Macb. Good repose, the while!
Ban. Thanks, Sir; The like to you!

[Exit BANQUO.
Macb. 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 see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me
clutch thee :-

✰ Sentinel.
1 Thrift.

I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
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
As this which now I draw.

Thou marshal'st 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,
Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still;
And on thy blade and dudgeon, gouts of blood,
Which was not so before.--There's no such

thing;

It is the bloody business, which inforins
Thus to mine eyes.-Now o'er the one half
world

Macb. A friend.

Ban. What, Sir, not yet at rest? The king's What hath quench'd them bath given me fire: a-bed : -Hark-Peace!

Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; now witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy

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 The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms
In measureless content.

Do mock their charge with sneres: 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,

pace With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.--Thou sure and firm-set earth,

Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for

fear

[Exit.

SCENE 11.-The same.
Enter Lady MACBETH.

Lady M. That which hath made them drunk,
hath made me bold:

It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal belluan, Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it:

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He could not miss them.-Had he not resem- How is't with me, when every noise appals me ?
bled
What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out
mine eyes!

My father as he slept, I had done't.-My hus-
band?

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will
rather

The multitudinous seas incarnardine,
Making the green-one red.

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.

Mach. As I descended?

Lady M. Ay,

Macb. Hark!

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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
hauds,

Listening their fear-I could not say, Amen,
When they did say, God bless us.

Lady M. Consider it not so deeply.
Mach. 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 sleaver 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 shull 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?
• As if.

↑ Sleave is unwrought silk.

Re-enter Lady MACBETH.

Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but
I shame
[knocking

To wear a heart so white. [Knock.] I hear a
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] Hark!
more knocking:

Get on your nightgowit, 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.
[Knock.
Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would
thou could'st !
[Exeunt.

SCENE III-The same.

Enter a PORTER.~[Knocking within.]

Port. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock: Who's there, i'the name of Belzebub? Here's a farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty: Come in time; have napkins+ enough about you; here you'll sweat for't. [Knocking Knock, knock: Who's there, i'the 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.] Knock, knock, knock: Who's there? 'Faith here's an English tailor come hither for stealing out of a French hose: Come in, tailor; here you may roast your goose. [Knocking.] Knock, knock: Never at quiet! What are you?-But this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further: 1 had thought to have let in some of all professions, that go the prinrose way to the ever lasting bonfire. [Knocking.] Auon, anon; I pray you, remember the porter.

Enter MACDUFF and LENOX.

Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went That you do lie so late? [to bed, Port. 'Faith, Sir, we were carousing till the second cock and drink, Sir, is a great provoker of three things.

Macd. What three things docs drink especially provoke?

Port. Marry, Sir, nose-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 bim; it sets 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.

Macd. I believe, drink gave thee the lie last night.

Port. That it did, Sir, i'the very throat o'me: But I requited him for his lie; and, I think, being too strong for him, though he took up iny legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him.

[Opens the gate,

Macd. Is thy master stirring ?-
Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes.

+ Handkerchiefs.

• Frequent.

* Cockerowing.

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