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The Tragedie of Macbeth. And wash this filthie Witnesse from your Hand. Why did you bring these Daggers from the place? They must lye there: goe carry them, and smeare
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The sleepie Groomes with blood.
Macb. Ile goe no more: I am afraid, to thinke what I haue done: Looke on't againe, I dare not. Lady. Infirme of purpose:
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Giue me the Daggers: the sleeping, and the dead, Are but as Pictures: 'tis the Eye of Child‑hood, That feares a painted Deuill. If he doe bleed, Ile guild the Faces of the Groomes withall, For it must seeme their Guilt.
Exit. Knocke within. Macb.
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Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when euery noyse appalls me? What Hands are here? hah: they pluck out mine Eyes. Will all great Neptunes Ocean wash this blood Cleane from my Hand? no: this my Hand will rather
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The multitudinous Seas incarnardine, Making the Greene one, Red.
Enter Lady. Lady. My Hands are of your colour: but I shame To weare a Heart so white. Knocke. I heare a knocking at the South entry:
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Retyre we to our Chamber: A little Water cleares vs of this deed. How easie is it then ? your Constancie Hath left you vnattended. Knocke. Hearke, more knocking.
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Get on your Night‑Gowne, least occasion call vs, And shew vs to be Watchers: be not lost So poorely in your thoughts.
Macb. To know my deed, Knocke. 'Twere best not know my selfe.
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Wake Duncan with thy knocking: I would thou could'st.
Exeunt.
Scena Tertia. [Act 2, Scene 3] Enter a Porter. Knocking within. Porter.

Here's a knocking indeede: if a man were

Porter of Hell Gate, hee should haue old turning the

Key. Knock. Knock, Knock, Knock. Who's there

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i'th'name of Belzebub? Here's a Farmer, that hang'd

himselfe on th'expectation of Plentie: Come in time, haue

Napkins enow about you, here you'le sweat for't. Knock.

Knock, knock. Who's there in th'other Deuils Name?

Faith here's an Equiuocator, that could sweare in both

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the Scales against eyther Scale, who committed Treason

enough for Gods sake, yet could not equiuocate to Hea­

uen: oh come in, Equiuocator. Knock. Knock,

Knock, Knock. Who's there? 'Faith here's an English

Taylor come hither, for stealing out of a French Hose:

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Come in Taylor, here you may rost your Goose. Knock.

Knock, Knock. Neuer at quiet: What are you? but this

place is too cold for Hell. Ile Deuill‑Porter it no further:

I had thought to haue let in some of all Professions, that

goe the Primrose way to th'euerlasting Bonfire. Knock.

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Anon, anon, I pray you remember the Porter.

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Enter Macduff, and Lenox. Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to Bed, That you doe lye so late? Port. Faith Sir, we were carowsing till the second Cock: And Drinke, Sir, is a great prouoker of three things. Macd.
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What three things does Drinke especially

prouoke?

Port.

Marry, Sir, Nose‑painting, Sleepe, and Vrine.

Lecherie, Sir, it prouokes, and vnprouokes: it prouokes

the desire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore

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much Drinke may be said to be an Equiuocator with Le­

cherie: it makes him, and it marres him; it sets him on,

and it takes him off; it perswades him, and dis‑heartens

him; makes him stand too, and not stand too: in conclu­

sion, equiuocates him in a sleepe, and giuing him the Lye,

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leaues him.

Macd.

I beleeue, Drinke gaue thee the Lye last Night.

Port.

That it did, Sir, i'the very Throat on me: but I

requited him for his Lye, and (I thinke) being too strong

for him, though he tooke vp my Legges sometime, yet I

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made a Shift to cast him.

Enter Macbeth. Macd. Is thy Master stirring? Our knocking ha's awak'd him: here he comes. Lenox. Good morrow, Noble Sir. Macb. Good morrow both. Macd.
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Is the King stirring, worthy Thane?
Macb. Not yet. Macd. He did command me to call timely on him, I haue almost slipt the houre. Ma b. Ile bring you to him. Macd.
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I know this is a ioyfull trouble to you: But yet 'tis one.
Macb. The labour we delight in, Physicks paine: This is the Doore. Macd.

Ile make so bold to call, for 'tis my limitted

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seruice.

Exit Macduffe. Lenox. Goes the King hence to day? Macb. He does: he did appoint so. Lenox. The Night ha's been vnruly: Where we lay, our Chimneys were blowne downe,
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And (as they say) lamentings heard i'th'Ayre; Strange Schreemes of Death, And Prophecying, with Accents terrible, Of dyre Combustion, and confus'd Euents, New hatch'd toth'wofull time.
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The obscure Bird clamor'd the liue‑long Night. Some say, the Earth was feuorous, And did shake.
Macb. 'Twas a rough Night. Lenox. My young remembrance cannot paralell
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A fellow to it.
Enter Macduff. Macd. O horror, horror, horror, Tongue nor Heart cannot conceiue, nor name thee. Macb. and Lenox. What's the matter? Macd. Confusion now hath made his Master‑peece:
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Most sacrilegious Murther hath broke ope The Lords anoynted Temple, and stole thence The Life o'th'Building.
Macb. What is't you say, the Life? Lenox. Meane you his Maiestie? Macd.
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Approch the Chamber, and destroy your sight With a new Gorgon. Doe not bid me speake: mm3 See,

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Scena Tertia. [Act 2, Scene 3] Enter a Porter. Knocking within. Porter.

Here's a knocking indeede: if a man were

Porter of Hell Gate, hee should haue old turning the

Key. Knock. Knock, Knock, Knock. Who's there

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i'th'name of Belzebub? Here's a Farmer, that hang'd

himselfe on th'expectation of Plentie: Come in time, haue

Napkins enow about you, here you'le sweat for't. Knock.

Knock, knock. Who's there in th'other Deuils Name?

Faith here's an Equiuocator, that could sweare in both

[710]

the Scales against eyther Scale, who committed Treason

enough for Gods sake, yet could not equiuocate to Hea­

uen: oh come in, Equiuocator. Knock. Knock,

Knock, Knock. Who's there? 'Faith here's an English

Taylor come hither, for stealing out of a French Hose:

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Come in Taylor, here you may rost your Goose. Knock.

Knock, Knock. Neuer at quiet: What are you? but this

place is too cold for Hell. Ile Deuill‑Porter it no further:

I had thought to haue let in some of all Professions, that

goe the Primrose way to th'euerlasting Bonfire. Knock.

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Anon, anon, I pray you remember the Porter.

Enter Macduff, and Lenox. Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to Bed, That you doe lye so late? Port. Faith Sir, we were carowsing till the second Cock: And Drinke, Sir, is a great prouoker of three things. Macd.
[725]

What three things does Drinke especially

prouoke?

Port.

Marry, Sir, Nose‑painting, Sleepe, and Vrine.

Lecherie, Sir, it prouokes, and vnprouokes: it prouokes

the desire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore

[730]

much Drinke may be said to be an Equiuocator with Le­

cherie: it makes him, and it marres him; it sets him on,

and it takes him off; it perswades him, and dis‑heartens

him; makes him stand too, and not stand too: in conclu­

sion, equiuocates him in a sleepe, and giuing him the Lye,

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leaues him.

Macd.

I beleeue, Drinke gaue thee the Lye last Night.

Port.

That it did, Sir, i'the very Throat on me: but I

requited him for his Lye, and (I thinke) being too strong

for him, though he tooke vp my Legges sometime, yet I

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made a Shift to cast him.

Enter Macbeth. Macd. Is thy Master stirring? Our knocking ha's awak'd him: here he comes. Lenox. Good morrow, Noble Sir. Macb. Good morrow both. Macd.
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Is the King stirring, worthy Thane?
Macb. Not yet. Macd. He did command me to call timely on him, I haue almost slipt the houre. Ma b. Ile bring you to him. Macd.
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I know this is a ioyfull trouble to you: But yet 'tis one.
Macb. The labour we delight in, Physicks paine: This is the Doore. Macd.

Ile make so bold to call, for 'tis my limitted

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seruice.

Exit Macduffe. Lenox. Goes the King hence to day? Macb. He does: he did appoint so. Lenox. The Night ha's been vnruly: Where we lay, our Chimneys were blowne downe,
[760]
And (as they say) lamentings heard i'th'Ayre; Strange Schreemes of Death, And Prophecying, with Accents terrible, Of dyre Combustion, and confus'd Euents, New hatch'd toth'wofull time.
[765]
The obscure Bird clamor'd the liue‑long Night. Some say, the Earth was feuorous, And did shake.
Macb. 'Twas a rough Night. Lenox. My young remembrance cannot paralell
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A fellow to it.
Enter Macduff. Macd. O horror, horror, horror, Tongue nor Heart cannot conceiue, nor name thee. Macb. and Lenox. What's the matter? Macd. Confusion now hath made his Master‑peece:
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Most sacrilegious Murther hath broke ope The Lords anoynted Temple, and stole thence The Life o'th'Building.
Macb. What is't you say, the Life? Lenox. Meane you his Maiestie? Macd.
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Approch the Chamber, and destroy your sight With a new Gorgon. Doe not bid me speake: See, and then speake your selues: awake, awake, Exeunt Macbeth and Lenox. Ring the Alarum Bell: Murther, and Treason, Banquo, and Donalbaine: Malcolme awake,
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Shake off this Downey sleepe, Deaths counterfeit, And looke on Death it selfe: vp, vp, and see The great Doomes Image: Malcolme, Banquo, As from your Graues rise vp, and walke like Sprights, To countenance this horror. Ring the Bell.
Bell rings. Enter Lady. Lady.
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What's the Businesse ? That such a hideous Trumpet calls to parley The sleepers of the House? speake, speake.
Macd. O gentle Lady, 'Tis not for you to heare what I can speake:
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The repetition in a Womans eare, Would murther as it fell. Enter Banquo. O Banquo, Banquo, Our Royall Master's murther'd.
Lady. Woe, alas: What, in our House? Ban.
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Too cruell, any where. Deare Duff, I prythee contradict thy selfe, And say, it is not so.
Enter Macbeth, Lenox, and Rosse. Macb. Had I but dy'd an houre before this chance, I had liu'd a blessed time: for from this instant,
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There's nothing serious in Mortalitie: All is but Toyes: Renowne and Grace is dead, The Wine of Life is drawne, and the meere Lees Is left this Vault, to brag of.
Enter Malcolme and Donalbaine. Donal. What is amisse? Macb.
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You are, and doe not know't: The Spring, the Head, the Fountaine of your Blood Is stopt, the very Source of it is stopt.
Macd. Your Royall Father's murther'd. Mal. Oh, by whom? Lenox.
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Those of his Chamber, as it seem'd, had don't: Their Hands and Faces were all badg'd with blood, So were their Daggers, which vnwip'd, we found Vpon their Pillowes: they star'd, and were distracted, No mans Life was to be trusted with them.
Macb.
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O, yet I doe repent me of my furie, That I did kill them.
Macd. Wherefore did you so? Macb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temp'rate, & furious, Loyall, and Neutrall, in a moment? No man:
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Th'expedition of my violent Loue Out‑run the pawser, Reason. Here lay Duncan, His Siluer skinne, lac'd with His Golden Blood, And his gash'd Stabs, look'd like a Breach in Nature, For Ruines wastfull entrance: there the Murtherers,
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Steep'd in the Colours of their Trade; their Daggers Vnmannerly breech'd with gore: who could refraine, That had a heart to loue; and in that heart, Courage, to make's loue knowne?
Lady. Helpe me hence, hoa. Macd.
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Looke to the Lady.
Mal. Why doe we hold our tongues, That most may clayme this argument for ours? Donal. What should be spoken here, Where our Fate hid in an augure hole,
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May rush, and seize vs? Let's away, Our Teares are not yet brew'd.
Mal. Nor our strong Sorrow Vpon the foot of Motion. Banq. Looke to the Lady:
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And when we haue our naked Frailties hid, That suffer in exposure; let vs meet, And question this most bloody piece of worke, To know it further. Feares and scruples shake vs: In the great Hand of God I stand, and thence,
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Against the vndivulg'd pretence, I fight Of Treasonous Mallice.
Macd. And so doe I. All. So all. Macb. Let's briefely put on manly readinesse,
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And meet i'th'Hall together.
All. Well contented. Exeunt. Malc. What will you doe? Let's not consort with them: To shew an vnfelt Sorrow, is an Office
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Which the false man do's easie. Ile to England.
Don. To Ireland, I: Our seperated fortune shall keepe vs both the safer: Where we are, there's Daggers in mens Smiles;
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The neere in blood, the neerer bloody.
Malc. This murtherous Shaft that's shot, Hath not yet lighted: and our safest way, Is to auoid the ayme. Therefore to Horse, And let vs not be daintie of leaue‑taking,
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But shift away: there's warrant in that Theft, Which steales it selfe, when there's no mercie left.
Exeunt.
 

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      <lb n="730"/>much Drinke may be said to be an Equiuocator with Le­
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      <speaker rend="italic">Macd.</speaker>
      <l n="741">Is thy Master stirring?</l>
      <l n="742">Our knocking ha's awak'd him: here he comes.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-mac-len">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lenox.</speaker>
      <l n="743">Good morrow, Noble Sir.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="744">Good morrow both.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-mac-mcd">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macd.</speaker>
      <l n="745">Is the King stirring, worthy<hi rend="italic">Thane</hi>?</l>
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      <l n="746">Not yet.</l>
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      <l n="747">He did command me to call timely on him,</l>
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      <l n="750">I know this is a ioyfull trouble to you:</l>
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   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="752">The labour we delight in, Physicks paine:</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Macd.</speaker>
      <p n="754">Ile make so bold to call, for 'tis my limitted
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      <speaker rend="italic">Lenox.</speaker>
      <l n="756">Goes the King hence to day?</l>
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      <l n="761">Strange Schreemes of Death,</l>
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      <l n="763">Of dyre Combustion, and confus'd Euents,</l>
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      <l n="765">The obscure Bird clamor'd the liue‑long Night.</l>
      <l n="766">Some say, the Earth was feuorous,</l>
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      <l n="768">'Twas a rough Night.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Lenox.</speaker>
      <l n="769">My young remembrance cannot paralell</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Macd.</speaker>
      <l n="771">O horror, horror, horror,</l>
      <l n="772">Tongue nor Heart cannot conceiue, nor name thee.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Macb. and Lenox.</speaker>
      <l n="773">What's the matter?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-mac-mcd">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macd.</speaker>
      <l n="774">Confusion now hath made his Master‑peece:</l>
      <l n="775">Most sacrilegious Murther hath broke ope</l>
      <l n="776">The Lords anoynted Temple, and stole thence</l>
      <l n="777">The Life o'th'Building.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="778">What is't you say, the Life?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-mac-len">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lenox.</speaker>
      <l n="779">Meane you his Maiestie?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcd">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macd.</speaker>
      <l n="780">Approch the Chamber, and destroy your sight</l>
      <l n="781">With a new<hi rend="italic">Gorgon</hi>. Doe not bid me speake:</l>
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      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="782">See, and then speake your selues: awake, awake,</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt Macbeth and Lenox.</stage>
      <l n="783">Ring the Alarum Bell: Murther, and Treason,</l>
      <l n="784">
         <hi rend="italic">Banquo</hi>, and<hi rend="italic">Donalbaine: Malcolme</hi>awake,</l>
      <l n="785">Shake off this Downey sleepe, Deaths counterfeit,</l>
      <l n="786">And looke on Death it selfe: vp, vp, and see</l>
      <l n="787">The great Doomes Image:<hi rend="italic">Malcolme</hi>,<hi rend="italic">Banquo</hi>,</l>
      <l n="788">As from your Graues rise vp, and walke like Sprights,</l>
      <l n="789">To countenance this horror. Ring the Bell.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic center" type="mixed">Bell rings. Enter Lady.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-mac-lam">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lady.</speaker>
      <l n="790">What's the Businesse<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
      <l n="791">That such a hideous Trumpet calls to parley</l>
      <l n="792">The sleepers of the House? speake, speake.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcd">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macd.</speaker>
      <l n="793">O gentle Lady,</l>
      <l n="794">'Tis not for you to heare what I can speake:</l>
      <l n="795">The repetition in a Womans eare,</l>
      <l n="796">Would murther as it fell.</l>
      <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Banquo.</stage>
      <l n="797">O<hi rend="italic">Banquo, Banquo</hi>, Our Royall Master's murther'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-lam">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lady.</speaker>
      <l n="798">Woe, alas:</l>
      <l n="799">What, in our House?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-ban">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ban.</speaker>
      <l n="800">Too cruell, any where.</l>
      <l n="801">Deare<hi rend="italic">Duff</hi>, I prythee contradict thy selfe,</l>
      <l n="802">And say, it is not so.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Macbeth, Lenox, and Rosse.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="803">Had I but dy'd an houre before this chance,</l>
      <l n="804">I had liu'd a blessed time: for from this instant,</l>
      <l n="805">There's nothing serious in Mortalitie:</l>
      <l n="806">All is but Toyes: Renowne and Grace is dead,</l>
      <l n="807">The Wine of Life is drawne, and the meere Lees</l>
      <l n="808">Is left this Vault, to brag of.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Malcolme and Donalbaine.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-mac-don">
      <speaker rend="italic">Donal.</speaker>
      <l n="809">What is amisse?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="810">You are, and doe not know't:</l>
      <l n="811">The Spring, the Head, the Fountaine of your Blood</l>
      <l n="812">Is stopt, the very Source of it is stopt.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcd">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macd.</speaker>
      <l n="813">Your Royall Father's murther'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mal.</speaker>
      <l n="814">Oh, by whom?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-len">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lenox.</speaker>
      <l n="815">Those of his Chamber, as it seem'd, had don't:</l>
      <l n="816">Their Hands and Faces were all badg'd with blood,</l>
      <l n="817">So were their Daggers, which vnwip'd, we found</l>
      <l n="818">Vpon their Pillowes: they star'd, and were distracted,</l>
      <l n="819">No mans Life was to be trusted with them.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="820">O, yet I doe repent me of my furie,</l>
      <l n="821">That I did kill them.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcd">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macd.</speaker>
      <l n="822">Wherefore did you so?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="823">Who can be wise, amaz'd, temp'rate, &amp; furious,</l>
      <l n="824">Loyall, and Neutrall, in a moment? No man:</l>
      <l n="825">Th'expedition of my violent Loue</l>
      <l n="826">Out‑run the pawser, Reason. Here lay<hi rend="italic">Duncan</hi>,</l>
      <l n="827">His Siluer skinne, lac'd with His Golden Blood,</l>
      <l n="828">And his gash'd Stabs, look'd like a Breach in Nature,</l>
      <l n="829">For Ruines wastfull entrance: there the Murtherers,</l>
      <l n="830">Steep'd in the Colours of their Trade; their Daggers</l>
      <l n="831">Vnmannerly breech'd with gore: who could refraine,</l>
      <l n="832">That had a heart to loue; and in that heart,</l>
      <l n="833">Courage, to make's loue knowne?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-lam">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lady.</speaker>
      <l n="834">Helpe me hence, hoa.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcd">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macd.</speaker>
      <l n="835">Looke to the Lady.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mal.</speaker>
      <l n="836">Why doe we hold our tongues,</l>
      <l n="837">That most may clayme this argument for ours?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-don">
      <speaker rend="italic">Donal.</speaker>
      <l n="838">What should be spoken here,</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="839">Where our Fate hid in an augure hole,</l>
      <l n="840">May rush, and seize vs? Let's away,</l>
      <l n="841">Our Teares are not yet brew'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mal.</speaker>
      <l n="842">Nor our strong Sorrow</l>
      <l n="843">Vpon the foot of Motion.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-ban">
      <speaker rend="italic">Banq.</speaker>
      <l n="844">Looke to the Lady:</l>
      <l n="845">And when we haue our naked Frailties hid,</l>
      <l n="846">That suffer in exposure; let vs meet,</l>
      <l n="847">And question this most bloody piece of worke,</l>
      <l n="848">To know it further. Feares and scruples shake vs:</l>
      <l n="849">In the great Hand of God I stand, and thence,</l>
      <l n="850">Against the vndivulg'd pretence, I fight</l>
      <l n="851">Of Treasonous Mallice.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcd">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macd.</speaker>
      <l n="852">And so doe I.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-all">
      <speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
      <l n="853">So all.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="854">Let's briefely put on manly readinesse,</l>
      <l n="855">And meet i'th'Hall together.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-all">
      <speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
      <l n="856">Well contented.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Malc.</speaker>
      <l n="857">What will you doe?</l>
      <l n="858">Let's not consort with them:</l>
      <l n="859">To shew an vnfelt Sorrow, is an Office</l>
      <l n="860">Which the false man do's easie.</l>
      <l n="861">Ile to England.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-don">
      <speaker rend="italic">Don.</speaker>
      <l n="862">To Ireland, I:</l>
      <l n="863">Our seperated fortune shall keepe vs both the safer:</l>
      <l n="864">Where we are, there's Daggers in mens Smiles;</l>
      <l n="865">The neere in blood, the neerer bloody.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Malc.</speaker>
      <l n="866">This murtherous Shaft that's shot,</l>
      <l n="867">Hath not yet lighted: and our safest way,</l>
      <l n="868">Is to auoid the ayme. Therefore to Horse,</l>
      <l n="869">And let vs not be daintie of leaue‑taking,</l>
      <l n="870">But shift away: there's warrant in that Theft,</l>
      <l n="871">Which steales it selfe, when there's no mercie left.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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