MACBETH

by William Shakespeare

1606

Act II

SCENE I - Court of Macbeth's castle

    Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE bearing a torch before him

BANQUO

    How goes the night, boy?

FLEANCE

    The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.

BANQUO

    And she goes down at twelve.

FLEANCE

    I take't, 'tis later, sir.

BANQUO

    Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heaven;
    Their candles are all out. Take thee that too.
    A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,
    And yet I would not sleep: merciful powers,
    Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature
    Gives way to in repose!

    Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch
    Give me my sword.
    Who's there?

MACBETH

    A friend.

BANQUO

    What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed:
    He hath been in unusual pleasure, and
    Sent forth great largess to your offices.
    This diamond he greets your wife withal,
    By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up
    In measureless content.

MACBETH

    Being unprepared,
    Our will became the servant to defect;
    Which else should free have wrought.

BANQUO

    All's well.
    I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters:
    To you they have show'd some truth.

MACBETH

    I think not of them:
    Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,
    We would spend it in some words upon that business,
    If you would grant the time.

BANQUO

    At your kind'st leisure.

MACBETH

    If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis,
    It shall make honour for you.

BANQUO

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

MACBETH

    Good repose the while!

BANQUO

    Thanks, sir: the like to you!

    Exeunt BANQUO and FLEANCE

MACBETH

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

    Exit Servant
    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.
    Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
    To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
    A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
    Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
    I see thee 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' the other senses,
    Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
    And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
    Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
    It is the bloody business which informs
    Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld
    Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
    The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
    Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder,
    Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
    Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.
    With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
    Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
    Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
    Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
    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.

    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.

    Exit


SCENE II - The same

    Enter LADY MACBETH

LADY MACBETH

    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,
    Whether they live or die.

MACBETH

    [Within] Who's there? what, ho!

LADY MACBETH

    Alack, I am afraid they have awaked,
    And 'tis not done. The 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.

    Enter MACBETH
    My husband!

MACBETH

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

LADY MACBETH

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

MACBETH

    When?

LADY MACBETH

    Now.

MACBETH

    As I descended?

LADY MACBETH

    Ay.

MACBETH

    Hark!
    Who lies i' the second chamber?

LADY MACBETH

    Donalbain.

MACBETH

    This is a sorry sight.

    Looking on his hands

LADY MACBETH

    A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.

MACBETH

    There's one did laugh in's 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 MACBETH

    There are two lodged together.

MACBETH

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

LADY MACBETH

    Consider it not so deeply.

MACBETH

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

LADY MACBETH

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

MACBETH

    Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more!
    Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep,
    Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care,
    The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
    Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
    Chief nourisher in life's feast,--

LADY MACBETH

    What do you mean?

MACBETH

    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 MACBETH

    Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane,
    You do unbend your noble strength, to think
    So brainsickly 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 smear
    The sleepy grooms with blood.

MACBETH

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

LADY MACBETH

    Infirm of purpose!
    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.

    Exit. Knocking within

MACBETH

    Whence is that knocking?
    How is't with me, when every noise appals me?
    What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes.
    Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
    Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
    The multitudinous seas in incarnadine,
    Making the green one red.

    Re-enter LADY MACBETH

LADY MACBETH

    My hands are of your colour; but I shame
    To wear a heart so white.

    Knocking within
    I hear a knocking
    At the south entry: retire we to our chamber;
    A little water clears us of this deed:
    How easy is it, then! Your constancy
    Hath left you unattended.

    Knocking within
    Hark! more knocking.
    Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us,
    And show us to be watchers. Be not lost
    So poorly in your thoughts.

MACBETH

    To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself.

    Knocking within
    Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst!

    Exeunt


SCENE III - The same

    Knocking within. Enter a Porter

Porter

    Here's a knocking indeed! If a
    man were porter of hell-gate, he should have
    old turning the key.

    Knocking within
    Knock,
    knock, knock! Who's there, i' the name of
    Beelzebub? Here's a farmer, that hanged
    himself on the expectation of plenty: come in
    time; have napkins enow about you; here
    you'll sweat for't.

    Knocking within
    Knock,
    knock! Who's there, in the other devil's
    name? Faith, here's an equivocator, that could
    swear in both the scales against either scale;
    who committed treason enough for God's sake,
    yet could not equivocate to heaven: O, come
    in, equivocator.

    Knocking within
    Knock,
    knock, knock! Who's there? Faith, here's an
    English tailor come hither, for stealing out of
    a French hose: come in, tailor; here you may
    roast your goose.

    Knocking within
    Knock,
    knock; never at quiet! What are you? But
    this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter
    it no further: I had thought to have let in
    some of all professions that go the primrose
    way to the everlasting bonfire.

    Knocking within
    Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter.

    Opens the gate

    Enter MACDUFF and LENNOX

MACDUFF

    Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,
    That you do lie so late?

Porter

    'Faith sir, we were carousing till the
    second cock: and drink, sir, is a great
    provoker of three things.

MACDUFF

    What three things does drink especially provoke?

Porter

    Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and
    urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes;
    it provokes the desire, but it takes
    away the performance: therefore, much drink
    may be said to be an equivocator with lechery:
    it makes him, and it mars him; it sets
    him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him,
    and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and
    not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him
    in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.

MACDUFF

    I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.

Porter

    That it did, sir, i' the very throat on
    me: but I requited him for his lie; and, I
    think, being too strong for him, though he took
    up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast
    him.

MACDUFF

    Is thy master stirring?

    Enter MACBETH
    Our knocking has awaked him; here he comes.

LENNOX

    Good morrow, noble sir.

MACBETH

    Good morrow, both.

MACDUFF

    Is the king stirring, worthy thane?

MACBETH

    Not yet.

MACDUFF

    He did command me to call timely on him:
    I have almost slipp'd the hour.

MACBETH

    I'll bring you to him.

MACDUFF

    I know this is a joyful trouble to you;
    But yet 'tis one.

MACBETH

    The labour we delight in physics pain.
    This is the door.

MACDUFF

    I'll make so bold to call,
    For 'tis my limited service.

    Exit

LENNOX

    Goes the king hence to-day?

MACBETH

    He does: he did appoint so.

LENNOX

    The night has been unruly: where we lay,
    Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say,
    Lamentings heard i' the air; strange screams of death,
    And prophesying with accents terrible
    Of dire combustion and confused events
    New hatch'd to the woeful time: the obscure bird
    Clamour'd the livelong night: some say, the earth
    Was feverous and did shake.

MACBETH

    'Twas a rough night.

LENNOX

    My young remembrance cannot parallel
    A fellow to it.

    Re-enter MACDUFF

MACDUFF

    O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart
    Cannot conceive nor name thee!

MACBETH LENNOX

    What's the matter.

MACDUFF

    Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
    Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
    The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
    The life o' the building!

MACBETH

    What is 't you say? the life?

LENNOX

    Mean you his majesty?

MACDUFF

    Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
    With a new Gorgon: do not bid me speak;
    See, and then speak yourselves.

    Exeunt MACBETH and LENNOX
    Awake, awake!
    Ring the alarum-bell. Murder and treason!
    Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake!
    Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,
    And look on death itself! up, up, and see
    The great doom's image! Malcolm! Banquo!
    As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites,
    To countenance this horror! Ring the bell.

    Bell rings

    Enter LADY MACBETH

LADY MACBETH

    What's the business,
    That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
    The sleepers of the house? speak, speak!

MACDUFF

    O gentle lady,
    'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak:
    The repetition, in a woman's ear,
    Would murder as it fell.

    Enter BANQUO
    O Banquo, Banquo,
    Our royal master 's murder'd!

LADY MACBETH

    Woe, alas!
    What, in our house?

BANQUO

    Too cruel any where.
    Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself,
    And say it is not so.

    Re-enter MACBETH and LENNOX, with ROSS

MACBETH

    Had I but died an hour before this chance,
    I had lived a blessed time; for, from this instant,
    There 's nothing serious in mortality:
    All is but toys: renown and grace is dead;
    The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
    Is left this vault to brag of.

    Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN

DONALBAIN

    What is amiss?

MACBETH

    You are, and do not know't:
    The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
    Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd.

MACDUFF

    Your royal father 's murder'd.

MALCOLM

    O, by whom?

LENNOX

    Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done 't:
    Their hands and faces were an badged with blood;
    So were their daggers, which unwiped we found
    Upon their pillows:
    They stared, and were distracted; no man's life
    Was to be trusted with them.

MACBETH

    O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
    That I did kill them.

MACDUFF

    Wherefore did you so?

MACBETH

    Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,
    Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man:
    The expedition my violent love
    Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,
    His silver skin laced with his golden blood;
    And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature
    For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers,
    Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers
    Unmannerly breech'd with gore: who could refrain,
    That had a heart to love, and in that heart
    Courage to make 's love kno wn?

LADY MACBETH

    Help me hence, ho!

MACDUFF

    Look to the lady.

MALCOLM

    [Aside to DONALBAIN] Why do we hold our tongues,
    That most may claim this argument for ours?

DONALBAIN

    [Aside to MALCOLM] What should be spoken here,
    where our fate,
    Hid in an auger-hole, may rush, and seize us?
    Let 's away;
    Our tears are not yet brew'd.

MALCOLM

    [Aside to DONALBAIN] Nor our strong sorrow
    Upon the foot of motion.

BANQUO

    Look to the lady:

    LADY MACBETH is carried out
    And when we have our naked frailties hid,
    That suffer in exposure, let us meet,
    And question this most bloody piece of work,
    To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us:
    In the great hand of God I stand; and thence
    Against the undivulged pretence I fight
    Of treasonous malice.

MACDUFF

    And so do I.

ALL

    So all.

MACBETH

    Let's briefly put on manly readiness,
    And meet i' the hall together.

ALL

    Well contented.

    Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain.

MALCOLM

    What will you do? Let's not consort with them:
    To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
    Which the false man does easy. I'll to England.

DONALBAIN

    To Ireland, I; our separated fortune
    Shall keep us both the safer: where we are,
    There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood,
    The nearer bloody.

MALCOLM

    This murderous shaft that's shot
    Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way
    Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse;
    And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,
    But shift away: there's warrant in that theft
    Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left.

    Exeunt


SCENE IV - Outside Macbeth's castle

    Enter ROSS and an old Man

Old Man

    Threescore and ten I can remember well:
    Within the volume of which time I have seen
    Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore night
    Hath trifled former knowings.

ROSS

    Ah, good father,
    Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act,
    Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock, 'tis day,
    And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp:
    Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame,
    That darkness does the face of earth entomb,
    When living light should kiss it?

Old Man

    'Tis unnatural,
    Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last,
    A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
    Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.

ROSS

    And Duncan's horses--a thing most strange and certain--
    Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
    Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
    Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make
    War with mankind.

Old Man

    'Tis said they eat each other.

ROSS

    They did so, to the amazement of mine eyes
    That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Macduff.

    Enter MACDUFF
    How goes the world, sir, now?

MACDUFF

    Why, see you not?

ROSS

    Is't known who did this more than bloody deed?

MACDUFF

    Those that Macbeth hath slain.

ROSS

    Alas, the day!
    What good could they pretend?

MACDUFF

    They were suborn'd:
    Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons,
    Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them
    Suspicion of the deed.

ROSS

    'Gainst nature still!
    Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up
    Thine own life's means! Then 'tis most like
    The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.

MACDUFF

    He is already named, and gone to Scone
    To be invested.

ROSS

    Where is Duncan's body?

MACDUFF

    Carried to Colmekill,
    The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,
    And guardian of their bones.

ROSS

    Will you to Scone?

MACDUFF

    No, cousin, I'll to Fife.

ROSS

    Well, I will thither.

MACDUFF

    Well, may you see things well done there: adieu!
    Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!

ROSS

    Farewell, father.

Old Man

    God's benison go with you; and with those
    That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!

    Exeunt

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