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The Tragedie of Macbeth. 137
705Why did you bring these Daggers from the place?
707The sleepie Groomes with blood.
708Macb. Ile goe no more:
709I am afraid, to thinke what I haue done:
710Looke on't againe, I dare not.
712Giue me the Daggers: the sleeping, and the dead,
713Are but as Pictures: 'tis the Eye of Child-hood,
714That feares a painted Deuill. If he doe bleed,
715Ile guild the Faces of the Groomes withall,
717 Knocke within.
718Macb. Whence is that knocking?
719How is't with me, when euery noyse appalls me?
720What Hands are here? hah: they pluck out mine Eyes.
721Will all great Neptunes Ocean wash this blood
722Cleane from my Hand? no: this my Hand will rather
723The multitudinous Seas incarnardine,
724Making the Greene one, Red.
725 Enter Lady.
728I heare a knocking at the South entry:
729Retyre we to our Chamber:
730A little Water cleares vs of this deed.
732Hath left you vnattended. Knocke.
733Hearke, more knocking.
736So poorely in your thoughts.
739Wake Duncan with thy knocking:
741 Scena Tertia.
742 Enter a Porter.
743 Knocking within.
744Porter. Here's a knocking indeede: if a man were
745Porter of Hell Gate, hee should haue old turning the
747i'th'name of Belzebub? Here's a Farmer, that hang'd
750Knock, knock. Who's there in th'other Deuils Name?
751Faith here's an Equiuocator, that could sweare in both
753enough for Gods sake, yet could not equiuocate to Hea-
755Knock, Knock. Who's there? 'Faith here's an English
758Knock, Knock. Neuer at quiet: What are you? but this
759place is too cold for Hell. Ile Deuill-Porter it no further:
762Anon, anon, I pray you remember the Porter.
763 Enter Macduff, and Lenox.
765That you doe lye so late?
767And Drinke, Sir, is a great prouoker of three things.
769prouoke?
771Lecherie, Sir, it prouokes, and vnprouokes: it prouokes
772the desire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore
773much Drinke may be said to be an Equiuocator with Le-
774cherie: it makes him, and it marres him; it sets him on,
778leaues him.
780Port. That it did, Sir, i'the very Throat on me: but I
781requited him for his Lye, and (I thinke) being too strong
782for him, though he tooke vp my Legges sometime, yet I
783made a Shift to cast him.
784 Enter Macbeth.
786Our knocking ha's awak'd him: here he comes.
787Lenox. Good morrow, Noble Sir.
788Macb. Good morrow both.
790Macb. Not yet.
791Macd. He did command me to call timely on him,
793Macb. Ile bring you to him.
794Macd. I know this is a ioyfull trouble to you:
795But yet 'tis one.
797This is the Doore.
800Lenox. Goes the King hence to day?
802Lenox. The Night ha's been vnruly:
803Where we lay, our Chimneys were blowne downe,
804And (as they say) lamentings heard i'th'Ayre;
805Strange Schreemes of Death,
806And Prophecying, with Accents terrible,
807Of dyre Combustion, and confus'd Euents,
808New hatch'd toth'wofull time.
809The obscure Bird clamor'd the liue-long Night.
810Some say, the Earth was feuorous,
811And did shake.
812Macb. 'Twas a rough Night.
813Lenox. My young remembrance cannot paralell
814A fellow to it.
815 Enter Macduff.
816Macd. O horror, horror, horror,
817Tongue nor Heart cannot conceiue, nor name thee.
818Macb. and Lenox. What's the matter?
821The Lords anoynted Temple, and stole thence
822The Life o'th'Building.
826With a new Gorgon. Doe not bid me speake:
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