LADY MACBETH'S SOLILOQUY ON THE NEWS OF DUNCAN'S APPROACH. The raven himself is hoarse, my That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan You wait on Nature's mischief! Come, thick night; That my keen knife§ see not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, 'Fo cry, Hold, Hold! MACBETH'S IRRESOLUTION. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel upon 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 judgment 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-tongued, against * Murderous. + Pity. Wrap, as in a mantle. § Knife anciently meant a sword or dagger The deep damnation of his taking-off: TRUE FORTITUDE. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. ACT II. THE MURDERING SCENE. Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. As this which now I draw. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Thus to mine eyes.-Now o'er the one half world * Winds; sightless is invisible. † Drops. Who's howl'd his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, [Exit. Lady M. That which hath made them drunk, hath made me bold: What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire:Hark! Peace! It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good night. He is about it: The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd their possets, That death and nature do contend about them, 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 He could not miss them.-Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had done't.-My husband! Enter MACBETH. Macb. I have done the deed:-Didst thou not hear a noise? Lady M. I heard the owls scream, and the crickets Macb. Hark! Who lies i' the second chamber? Lady M. Mach. This is a sorry sight. Donalbain. [Looking at his hands. Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one cried, murder! 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 hands, Lady M. Consider it not so deeply. Macb. 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; Lady M. What do you mean? Mach. Still it cried, Sleep no more! to all the house; Glamis hath murder'd sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more! Lady M. Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy Thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think † Sleave, is unwrought silk. 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. Infirm of purpose! Lady M. 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. Macb. [Exit. Knocking within. Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine eyes! hand will rather Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Re-enter Lady MACBETH. Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but I shame . To wear a heart so white. [Knock.] I hear a knocking Hath left you unattended.-[Knocking.] Hark! more knocking: Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us, Macb. To know my deed,-'twere best not know myself. [Knock. Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would thou couldst! To incarnardine is to stain of a flesh colour. [Exeunt |