The Tragedie of Macbeth.King.Where's the Thane of Cawdor?
[435]
We courst him at the heeles, and had a purposeTo be his Purueyor: But he rides well,And his great Loue (sharpe as his Spurre) hath holp himTo his home before vs: Faire and Noble HostesseWe are your guest to night.La.
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Your Seruants euer,Haue theirs, themselues, and what is theirs in compt,To make their Audit at your Highnesse pleasure,Still to returne your owne.King.Giue me your hand:
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Conduct me to mine Host we loue him highly,And shall continue, our Graces towards him.By your leaue Hostesse.Exeunt
Scena Septima.
[Act 1, Scene 7]
Ho‑boyes. Torches.Enter a Sewer, and diuers Seruants with Dishes and Seruice
ouer the Stage. Then enter Macbeth.
Macb.If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twer well,It were done quickly: If th'Assassination
[450]
Could trammell vp the Consequence, and catchWith his surcease, Successe: that but this blowMight be the be all, and the end all. Heere,But heere, vpon this Banke and Schoole of time,Wee'ld iumpe the life to come. But in these Cases,
[455]
We still haue iudgement heere, that we but teachBloody Instructions, which being taught, returneTo plague th'Inuenter, This euen‑handed IusticeCommends th'Ingredience of our poyson'd ChalliceTo our owne lips. Hee's heere in double trust;
[460]
First, as I am his Kinsman, and his Subiect,Strong both against the Deed: Then, as his Host,Who should against his Murtherer shut the doore,Not beare the knife my selfe. Besides, this
DuncaneHath borne his Faculties so meeke; hath bin
[465]
So cleere in his great Office, that his VertuesWill pleade like Angels, Trumpet‑tongu'd againstThe deepe damnation of his taking off:And Pitty, like a naked New‑borne‑Babe,Striding the blast, or Heauens Cherubin, hors'd
[470]
Vpon the sightlesse Curriors of the Ayre,Shall blow the horrid deed in euery eye,That teares shall drowne the winde. I haue no SpurreTo pricke the sides of my intent, but onelyVaulting Ambition, which ore‑leapes it selfe,
[475]
And falles on th'other.Enter Lady.How now? What Newes?La.He has almost supt: why haue you left the chamber?Mac.Hath he ask'd for me
?La.Know you not, he ha's?Mac.
[480]
We will proceed no further in this Businesse:He hath Honour'd me of late, and I haue boughtGolden Opinions from all sorts of people,Which would be worne now in their newest glosse,Not cast aside so soone.La.
[485]
Was the hope drunke,Wherein you drest your selfe? Hath it slept since?And wakes it now to looke so greene, and pale,At what it did so freely? From this time,Such I account thy loue. Art thou affear'd
[490]
To be the same in thine owne Act, and Valour,As thou art in desire? Would'st thou haue that
Which thou esteem'st the Ornament of Life,And liue a Coward in thine owne Esteeme?Letting I dare not, wait vpon I would,
[495]
Like the poore Cat i'th'Addage.Macb.Prythee peace:I dare do all that may become a man,Who dares do more, is none.La.What Beast was't then
[500]
That made you breake this enterprize to me?When you durst do it, then you were a man:And to be more then what you were, you wouldBe so much more the man. Nor time, nor placeDid then adhere, and yet you would make both:
[505]
They haue made themselues, and that their fitnesse nowDo's vnmake you. I haue giuen Sucke, and knowHow tender 'tis to loue the Babe that milkes me,I would, while it was smyling in my Face,Haue pluckt my Nipple from his Bonelesse Gummes,
[510]
And dasht the Braines out, had I so sworneAs you have done to this.Macb.If we should faile?Lady.We faile?But screw your courage to the sticking place,
[515]
And wee'le not fayle: when
Duncan is asleepe,
(Whereto the rather shall his dayes hard IourneySoundly inuite him) his two ChamberlainesWill I with Wine, and Wassell, so conuince,That Memorie, the Warder of the Braine,
[520]
Shall be a Fume, and the Receit of ReasonA Lymbeck onely: when in Swinish sleepe,Their drenched Natures lyes as in a Death,What cannot you and I performe vponTh'vnguarded
Duncan? What not put vpon
[525]
His spungie Officers? who shall beare the guiltOf our great quell.Macb.Bring forth Men‑Children onely:For thy vndaunted Mettle should composeNothing but Males. Will it not be receiu'd,
[530]
When we haue mark'd with blood those sleepie twoOf his owne Chamber, and vs'd their very Daggers,That they haue don't?Lady.Who dares receiue it other,As we shall make our Griefes and Clamor rore,
[535]
Vpon his Death?Macb.I am settled, and bend vpEach corporall Agent to this terrible Feat.Away, and mock the time with fairest show,False Face must hide what the false Heart doth know.Exeunt.
Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.
[Act 2, Scene 1]
Enter Banquo, and Fleance, with a Torch
before him.
Banq.
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How goes the Night, Boy?Fleance.The Moone is downe: I haue not heard the
Clock
Banq.And she goes downe at Twelue.Fleance.I take't, 'tis later, Sir.Banq.Hold, take my Sword:
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There's Husbandry in Heauen,Their Candles are all out: take thee that too.mm2A
Scena Septima.
[Act 1, Scene 7]
Ho‑boyes. Torches.Enter a Sewer, and diuers Seruants with Dishes and Seruice
ouer the Stage. Then enter Macbeth.
Macb.If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twer well,It were done quickly: If th'Assassination
[450]
Could trammell vp the Consequence, and catchWith his surcease, Successe: that but this blowMight be the be all, and the end all. Heere,But heere, vpon this Banke and Schoole of time,Wee'ld iumpe the life to come. But in these Cases,
[455]
We still haue iudgement heere, that we but teachBloody Instructions, which being taught, returneTo plague th'Inuenter, This euen‑handed IusticeCommends th'Ingredience of our poyson'd ChalliceTo our owne lips. Hee's heere in double trust;
[460]
First, as I am his Kinsman, and his Subiect,Strong both against the Deed: Then, as his Host,Who should against his Murtherer shut the doore,Not beare the knife my selfe. Besides, this
DuncaneHath borne his Faculties so meeke; hath bin
[465]
So cleere in his great Office, that his VertuesWill pleade like Angels, Trumpet‑tongu'd againstThe deepe damnation of his taking off:And Pitty, like a naked New‑borne‑Babe,Striding the blast, or Heauens Cherubin, hors'd
[470]
Vpon the sightlesse Curriors of the Ayre,Shall blow the horrid deed in euery eye,That teares shall drowne the winde. I haue no SpurreTo pricke the sides of my intent, but onelyVaulting Ambition, which ore‑leapes it selfe,
[475]
And falles on th'other.Enter Lady.How now? What Newes?La.He has almost supt: why haue you left the chamber?Mac.Hath he ask'd for me
?La.Know you not, he ha's?Mac.
[480]
We will proceed no further in this Businesse:He hath Honour'd me of late, and I haue boughtGolden Opinions from all sorts of people,Which would be worne now in their newest glosse,Not cast aside so soone.La.
[485]
Was the hope drunke,Wherein you drest your selfe? Hath it slept since?And wakes it now to looke so greene, and pale,At what it did so freely? From this time,Such I account thy loue. Art thou affear'd
[490]
To be the same in thine owne Act, and Valour,As thou art in desire? Would'st thou haue thatWhich thou esteem'st the Ornament of Life,And liue a Coward in thine owne Esteeme?Letting I dare not, wait vpon I would,
[495]
Like the poore Cat i'th'Addage.Macb.Prythee peace:I dare do all that may become a man,Who dares do more, is none.La.What Beast was't then
[500]
That made you breake this enterprize to me?When you durst do it, then you were a man:And to be more then what you were, you wouldBe so much more the man. Nor time, nor placeDid then adhere, and yet you would make both:
[505]
They haue made themselues, and that their fitnesse nowDo's vnmake you. I haue giuen Sucke, and knowHow tender 'tis to loue the Babe that milkes me,I would, while it was smyling in my Face,Haue pluckt my Nipple from his Bonelesse Gummes,
[510]
And dasht the Braines out, had I so sworneAs you have done to this.Macb.If we should faile?Lady.We faile?But screw your courage to the sticking place,
[515]
And wee'le not fayle: when
Duncan is asleepe,
(Whereto the rather shall his dayes hard IourneySoundly inuite him) his two ChamberlainesWill I with Wine, and Wassell, so conuince,That Memorie, the Warder of the Braine,
[520]
Shall be a Fume, and the Receit of ReasonA Lymbeck onely: when in Swinish sleepe,Their drenched Natures lyes as in a Death,What cannot you and I performe vponTh'vnguarded
Duncan? What not put vpon
[525]
His spungie Officers? who shall beare the guiltOf our great quell.Macb.Bring forth Men‑Children onely:For thy vndaunted Mettle should composeNothing but Males. Will it not be receiu'd,
[530]
When we haue mark'd with blood those sleepie twoOf his owne Chamber, and vs'd their very Daggers,That they haue don't?Lady.Who dares receiue it other,As we shall make our Griefes and Clamor rore,
[535]
Vpon his Death?Macb.I am settled, and bend vpEach corporall Agent to this terrible Feat.Away, and mock the time with fairest show,False Face must hide what the false Heart doth know.Exeunt.
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<l n="480">We will proceed no further in this Businesse:</l>
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<l n="496">Prythee peace:</l>
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<l n="499">What Beast was't then</l>
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<l n="536">I am settled, and bend vp</l>
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