Here's a knocking indeed. If a man were 745porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the 746key. (Knock.) Knock, knock, knock. Who's there, 747i'th' name of Beelzebub? Here's a farmer that hanged 748himself on th'expectation of plenty. Come in time, have 749napkins enow about you--here you'll sweat for't. (Knock.) 750Knock, knock. Who's there, in th'other devil's name? 751Faith, here's an equivocator that could swear in both 752the scales against either scale, who committed treason 753enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to hea754ven. O come in, equivocator. (Knock.) Knock, 755knock, knock. Who's there? Faith, here's an English 756tailor come hither for stealing out of a French hose. 757Come in, tailor, here you may roast your goose. (Knock.) 758Knock, knock. Never at quiet. What are you? But this 759place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further. 760I had thought to have let in some of all professions that 761go the primrose way to th'everlasting bonfire. (Knock.) 762Anon, anon. I pray you remember the porter.

Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed 765that you do lie so late?

Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock. 767And drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.

What three things does drink especially 769provoke?

Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. 771Lechery, sir, it provokes and unprovokes: it provokes 772the desire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore 773much drink may be said to be an equivocator with 774lechery: it makes him and it mars him, it sets him on 775and it takes him off, it persuades him and disheartens 776him, makes him stand to and not stand to; in 777conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep and, giving him the lie, 778leaves him.

I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.

That it did, sir, i'the very throat on me. But I 781requited him for his lie and, I think, being too strong 782for him, though he took up my legs sometime, yet I 783made a shift to cast him.

Is thy master stirring?

2.3.9786Our knocking has awaked him: here he comes.

Good morrow, noble sir.

Good morrow, noble sir. Good morrow, both.

Is the King stirring, worthy thane?

Is the King stirring, worthy thane? Not yet.

He did command me to call timely on him;

2.3.13792I have almost slipped the hour.

I have almost slipped the hour. I'll bring you to him.

I know this is a joyful trouble to you, 795but yet 'tis one.

The labor we delight in physics pain. 797This is the door.

I'll make so bold to call, for 'tis my limited 799service.

Goes the King hence today?

He does; he did appoint so.

The night has been unruly: 803where we lay,

2.3.20Our chimneys were blown down, 804and, as they say,

2.3.21Lamentings heard i'th' air, 805strange screams of death,

2.3.22806And prophesying with accents terrible

2.3.23807Of dire combustion and confused events,

2.3.24808New hatched to th'woeful time. 809The obscure bird

2.3.25Clamored the livelong night. 810Some say the earth

2.3.26Was feverous 811and did shake.

Was feverous and did shake. 'Twas a rough night.

My young remembrance cannot parallel

2.3.28814A fellow to it.

A fellow to it. O horror, horror, horror,

2.3.29817Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee.

What's the matter?

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece:

2.3.32820Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope

2.3.33821The Lord's anointed temple and stole thence

2.3.34822The life o'th' building.

The life o'th' building. What is't you say, the life?

Mean you his majesty?

Approach the chamber and destroy your sight

2.3.37826With a new Gorgon. Do not bid me speak--

2.3.38827See, and then speak yourselves.

See, and then speak yourselves. Awake, awake!

2.3.39829Ring the alarum bell! Murder and treason!

2.3.40830Banquo and Donalbain, Malcolm, awake,

2.3.41831Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,

2.3.42832And look on death itself. Up, up, and see

2.3.43833The great doom's image! Malcolm, Banquo,

2.3.44834As from your graves rise up and walk like sprites

2.3.45835To countenance this horror.

To countenance this horror. What's the business

2.3.46838That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley

2.3.47839The sleepers of the house? Speak, speak.

The sleepers of the house? Speak, speak. O gentle lady,

2.3.48841'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak.

2.3.49842The repetition in a woman's ear

2.3.50843Would murder as it fell.

Would murder as it fell. 845O Banquo, Banquo,

2.3.51Our royal master's murdered.

Our royal master's murdered. Woe, alas!

2.3.52847What, in our house?

What, in our house? Too cruel anywhere.

2.3.53849Dear Duff, I prithee contradict thyself

2.3.54850And say it is not so.

Had I but died an hour before this chance,

2.3.56853I had lived a blessèd time, for from this instant

2.3.57854There's nothing serious in mortality.

2.3.58855All is but toys, renown and grace is dead,

2.3.59856The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees

2.3.60857Is left this vault to brag of.

What is amiss?

What is amiss? You are and do not know't:

2.3.62861The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood

2.3.63862Is stopped; the very source of it is stopped.

Your royal father's murdered.

Your royal father's murdered. Oh, by whom?

Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had done't:

2.3.66866Their hands and faces were all badged with blood,

2.3.67867So were their daggers which, unwiped, we found

2.3.68868Upon their pillows. They stared and were distracted;

2.3.69869No man's life was to be trusted with them.

Oh, yet I do repent me of my fury

2.3.71871That I did kill them.

That I did kill them. Wherefore did you so?

Who can be wise, amazed, temp'rate and furious,

2.3.73874Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.

2.3.74875Th'expedition of my violent love

2.3.75876Outran the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,

2.3.76877His silver skin laced with his golden blood,

2.3.77878And his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature

2.3.78879For ruin's wasteful entrance; there the murderers,

2.3.79880Steeped in the colors of their trade, their daggers

2.3.80881Unmannerly breeched with gore. Who could refrain

2.3.81882That had a heart to love, and in that heart

2.3.82883Courage to make's love known?

Courage to make's love known? Help me hence, ho!

Look to the lady.

Look to the lady. [Aside to Donalbain] Why do we hold our tongues

2.3.84887That most may claim this argument for ours?

[Aside to Malcolm] What should be spoken here 889 where our fate,

2.3.86Hid in an auger hole, 890 may rush and seize us?

2.3.87Let's away. 891Our tears are not yet brewed.

[Aside to Donalbain] Nor our strong sorrow 893upon the foot of motion.

Look to the lady.

2.3.90895And when we have our naked frailties hid

2.3.91896That suffer in exposure, let us meet

2.3.92897And question this most bloody piece of work

2.3.93898To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us;

2.3.94899In the great hand of God I stand, and thence

2.3.95900Against the undivulged pretense I fight

2.3.96901Of treasonous malice.

Of treasonous malice. And so do I.

Of treasonous malice. And so do I. So all.

Let's briefly put on manly readiness

2.3.98905And meet i'th' hall together.

And meet i'th' hall together. Well contented.

What will you do? 908Let's not consort with them.

2.3.100909To show an unfelt sorrow is an office

2.3.101910Which the false man does easy. 911I'll to England.

To Ireland, I. 913Our separated fortune

2.3.103Shall keep us both the safer. 914Where we are,

2.3.104There's daggers in men's smiles. 915The nea'er in blood,

2.3.105The nearer bloody.

The nearer bloody. This murderous shaft that's shot

2.3.106917Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way

2.3.107918Is to avoid the aim. Therefore to horse,

2.3.108919And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,

2.3.109920But shift away. There's warrant in that theft

2.3.110921Which steals itself when there's no mercy left.