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The Tragedy of Macbeth


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look up clear;

          To alter favor ever is to fear.

          Leave all the rest to me. Exeunt.

      SCENE VI. Before Macbeth's castle. Hautboys and torches

      Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Lennox, Macduff, Ross, Angus, and Attendants.

        DUNCAN. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air

          Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself

          Unto our gentle senses.

        BANQUO. This guest of summer,

          The temple-haunting martlet, does approve

          By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath

          Smells wooingly here. No jutty, frieze,

          Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird

          Hath made his pendant bed and procreant cradle;

          Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed

          The air is delicate.

      Enter Lady Macbeth.

        DUNCAN. See, see, our honor'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 'ield us for your pains,

          And thank us for your trouble.

        LADY MACBETH. All our service

          In every point twice done, and then done double,

          Were poor and single business to contend

          Against those honors deep and broad wherewith

          Your Majesty loads our house. For those of old,

          And the late dignities heap'd up to them,

          We rest your hermits.

        DUNCAN. Where's the Thane of Cawdor?

          We coursed 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 tonight.

        LADY MACBETH. 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.

        DUNCAN. Give me your hand;

          Conduct me to mine host. We love him highly,

          And shall continue our graces towards him.

          By your leave, hostess. Exeunt.

      SCENE VII Macbeth's castle. Hautboys and torches

      Enter a Sewer and divers Servants with dishes and service, who pass over the stage. Then enter Macbeth.

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

          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'ld 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 murtherer 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-tongued against

          The deep damnation of his taking-off,

          And pity, like a naked new-born babe

          Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin horsed

          Upon the sightless couriers of the air,

          Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,

          That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur

          To prick the sides of my intent, but only

          Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself

          And falls on the other.

      Enter Lady Macbeth.

          How now, what news?

        LADY MACBETH. He has almost supp'd. Why have you left the

      chamber?

        MACBETH. Hath he ask'd for me?

        LADY MACBETH. Know you not he has?

        MACBETH. We will proceed no further in this business:

          He hath honor'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 MACBETH. 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 valor

          As thou art in desire? Wouldst 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"

          Like the poor cat i' the adage?

        MACBETH. Prithee, peace!

          I dare do all that may become a man;

          Who dares do more is none.

        LADY MACBETH. What beast wast then

          That made you break this enterprise 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