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It shall make honour for you.

Ban. So I lose none
In seeking to augment it, but still keep
My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear,
I shall be counsellid.

Mar. Good repose the while !
Ban. Thanks, fir; the like to you.

[Exeunt Ban,' and Fle.

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Mac. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. (Exit fervani.
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 ftill.

thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to light? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ?
I fee thee as yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.--
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o'th' other senses,
Or else worth all the reft-I see thee ftill;

* All before T. omit and Fleanse.

' And on thy blade and dudgeon, 'gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. - There is no such thing.
It is the bloody business, which informs
* Thus to mine


* Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; y now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings : and 2 wither'd Murther, Alarum'd by his centinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing a strides, towards his design Mofes like a ghoft. --Thou sound and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate d of my where-about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it. - Whiles I threat, he lives

Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

I Certainly, if on the blade, then on a All before P. read fides for Aridese the dudgeon; for dudgeon signifies a small 9. proposes, Wib Tarquin ravishe dagger. We should read therefore, Anding, dides rowards, &c. Vide Heatb in on the blade of th' dudgeon, &c. W. loc.

A dudgeon fignifes a baft as well as 6 This is P.'s emendation. The fo's as a dagger. See Lye's Etymologicon. and R. read fowre, four, four. C. Hearb.

sure. Gouttes, drops, Fr. P.

c All before R. read, wbicb ebey may w R. P. and H. Tbis for Tbus, walk, &c.

2 So all before P; he and all after, d H. of ebat we're about, &c. except C, Now o'er one belf ibe world, e So the fo's; C. wbile; the reft, &c.

wbilx for wubiles. y All before R. omit now.

f This line is omitted by P. and H. 2 A lady proposes, wisb ber for wie in the text, but preserved in the mas. sber'd.


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[A bell rings.

I go, and it is done;, the bell invites me;
Hear it 'not, Duncan ; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.


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Enter Lady & Macbeth. Lady. 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 bell-man,
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

That death and nature do contend about them,
Whether they live or die.

Enter Macbeth,
Mac. Who's there? what ho?

Lady. Alack! I am afraid, they have awak'd;
And 'tis not done. Th' attempt and not the deed,
Confounds us--hark !-I laid their daggers ready,
He could not miss 'em.--Had he not resembled
My father as he slept, I had done 't-My husband?

f This is Sc. II, in the fo's and C.

& The fo's, R. P. T. and W. omit Macbeth,


Mac. I have done the deed-Didst thou not hear a noise

Lady. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry.
Did not you speak ?

Mac. When?
Lady. Now.
Mac. As I descended ?
Lady. Ay.
Mac. Hark!-- who lies i'th' second chamber
Lady. Donalbain.
Mac. This is a forry fight. [Looks on his handso
Lady. A foolish thought, to say a sorry fight.
Mac. There's one did laugh in 's sleep, and one cry'd

That they did wake each other; I stood and heard them;
But they did say, their prayers, and i addrest them
Again to sleep.

Lady. There are two lodg'd together.

Mac. One cry'd, God bless us, and, Amen, the other; As they had seen me with these hangman's hands; Liftning their fear, I could not say, Amen, When they did say, God bless us.

Lady. Consider it not fo deeply.

Mac. But wherefore could not I pronounce, Amen?
I had most need of blessing, and Amen
Stuck in my throat.

Lady. These deeds must not be thought
After these ways; so, it will make us mad.

h P. and all after, except C. alter this beard them. line as follows,

i T. W. and J. address for addroff Ibry wak'd cacb orber; and I food and * H. and C. add on after sbougbr.

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Mac. Methought I heard a voice cry, “ Sleep no more; Macbeth does murther sleep; the innocent sleep; 'Sleep, that knits up the ravell’d - sleave of care, * The death of each day's life, fore labour's bath, Balm of hurt ininds, great nature 's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast."

Lady. What do you mean?

Mac. Still it cry’d, “ Sleep no more, to all the house; Glamis hath murther'd sleep: And therefore, Cawdor Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more !"

Lady. Who was it that thus cry’d? Why, worthy Thane,
You do unbend your noble strength, to think
So brain-fickly of things. Go, get some water,
And wash this filthy witness from your hand.
Why did you bring these daggers from the place?
They must lie there : Go carry them, and finear
The sleepy grooms with blood.

Mac. I'll go no more.
I am afraid to think what I have done;
Look on 't again, I dare not.

Lady. Infirin of purpose !
Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead
Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood,

I P. and H. omit this line in their duce to order all that confusion and vexatext.

tion in which our cares and folicitudes m All the copies spell this word geeven had involved our waking thoughts, Sleave fignifies the ravell’d knotiy gouty Hearb. parts of ihe hik, which gives great trou n'W. reads, The birth of eacb day's ble and embarrasiment to the knitter or life, &c. Perhaps Skakeipare wrote, weaver. So that Deep is said, by a very Tbe dea:b of each day's grief, &c. expresive metap.or, to knit up, and re


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