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Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men
Macb. We will speak further.
Only look up clear;
The Same. Before the Castle.
Enter Duncan, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO,
Lenox, MACDUFF, Rosse, Angus, and Attendants.
Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
This guest of summer,
Nor coigne of vantage 21, but this bird hath made
Enter Lady Macbeth.
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, How you
shall bid God yield us for your pains, And thank us for your trouble. Lady M.
All our service In every point twice done, and then done double, Were poor and single business, to contend Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith Your majesty loads our house : For those of old, And the late dignities beap'd up to them, We rest your hermits 22. Dun.
Where's the thane of Cawdor ? We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose To be his purveyor : but he rides well; And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him To his home before us : Fair and noble hostess, We are your guest to-night. Lady M.
Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, Still to return your own. Dun.
Give me your hand : Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly,
And shall continue our graces towards him.
The Same. A Room in the Castle.
Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over the Stage,
a sewer, and divers servants with dishes and service. Then enter MACBETH.
Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere
well It were done quickly : If the assassination 23 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 cases, We still have judgement here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor : This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice 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 Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongu'd, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off:
Enter Lady MACBETH 24,
left the chamber? 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. 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 To be the same in thine own act and valour, As thou art in desire ? Would'st thou have 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,
Pr'ythee, peaoe :
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
would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know 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,
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 journey Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassel so convince, That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only: When in swinish sleep Their drenched natures lie, as in a death,