704And wash this filthie Witnesse from your Hand.

705Why did you bring these Daggers from the place?

706They must lye there: goe carry them, and smeare

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.

711Lady. Infirme of purpose:

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,

716For it must seeme their Guilt. Exit.

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.

726Lady. My Hands are of your colour: but I shame

727To weare a Heart so white. Knocke.

728I heare a knocking at the South entry:

729Retyre we to our Chamber:

730A little Water cleares vs of this deed.

731How easie is it then? your Constancie

732Hath left you vnattended. Knocke.

733Hearke, more knocking.

734Get on your Night-Gowne, least occasion call vs,

735And shew vs to be Watchers: be not lost

736So poorely in your thoughts.

737Macb. To know my deed, Knocke.

738'Twere best not know my selfe.

739Wake Duncan with thy knocking:

740I would thou could'st. Exeunt.

744Porter. Here's a knocking indeede: if a man were

745Porter of Hell Gate, hee should haue old turning the

746Key. Knock. Knock, Knock, Knock. Who's there

747i'th'name of Belzebub? Here's a Farmer, that hang'd

748himselfe on th'expectation of Plentie: Come in time, haue

749Napkins enow about you, here you'le sweat for't. Knock.

750Knock, knock. Who's there in th'other Deuils Name?

751Faith here's an Equiuocator, that could sweare in both

752the Scales against eyther Scale, who committed Treason

753enough for Gods sake, yet could not equiuocate to Hea-

754uen: oh come in, Equiuocator. Knock. Knock,

755Knock, Knock. Who's there? 'Faith here's an English

756Taylor come hither, for stealing out of a French Hose:

757Come in Taylor, here you may rost your Goose. Knock.

758Knock, Knock. Neuer at quiet: What are you? but this

759place is too cold for Hell. Ile Deuill-Porter it no further:

760I had thought to haue let in some of all Professions, that

761goe the Primrose way to th'euerlasting Bonfire. Knock.

762Anon, anon, I pray you remember the Porter.

764Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to Bed,

765That you doe lye so late?

766Port. Faith Sir, we were carowsing till the second Cock:

767And Drinke, Sir, is a great prouoker of three things.

768Macd. What three things does Drinke especially

769prouoke?

770Port. Marry, Sir, Nose-painting, Sleepe, and Vrine.

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,

775and it takes him off; it perswades him, and dis-heartens

776him; makes him stand too, and not stand too: in conclu-

777sion, equiuocates him in a sleepe, and giuing him the Lye,

778leaues him.

779Macd. I beleeue, Drinke gaue thee the Lye last Night.

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.

785Macd. Is thy Master stirring?

786Our knocking ha's awak'd him: here he comes.

787Lenox. Good morrow, Noble Sir.

788Macb. Good morrow both.

789Macd. Is the King stirring, worthy Thane?

790Macb. Not yet.

791Macd. He did command me to call timely on him,

792I haue almost slipt the houre.

793Macb. Ile bring you to him.

794Macd. I know this is a ioyfull trouble to you:

795But yet 'tis one.

796Macb. The labour we delight in, Physicks paine:

797This is the Doore.

798Macd. Ile make so bold to call, for 'tis my limitted

799seruice. Exit Macduffe.

800Lenox. Goes the King hence to day?

801Macb. He does: he did appoint so.

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.

816Macd. O horror, horror, horror,

817Tongue nor Heart cannot conceiue, nor name thee.

818Macb. and Lenox. What's the matter?

819Macd. Confusion now hath made his Master-peece:

820Most sacrilegious Murther hath broke ope

821The Lords anoynted Temple, and stole thence

822The Life o'th'Building.

823Macb. What is't you say, the Life?

824Lenox. Meane you his Maiestie?

825Macd. Approch the Chamber, and destroy your sight

826With a new Gorgon. Doe not bid me speake:

mm3 See,