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,

827See, and then speake your selues: awake, awake,

829Ring the Alarum Bell: Murther, and Treason,

830Banquo, and Donalbaine: Malcolme awake,

831Shake off this Downey sleepe, Deaths counterfeit,

832And looke on Death it selfe: vp, vp, and see

833The great Doomes Image: Malcolme, Banquo,

834As from your Graues rise vp, and walke like Sprights,

835To countenance this horror. Ring the Bell.

837Lady. What's the Businesse?

838That such a hideous Trumpet calls to parley

839The sleepers of the House? speake, speake.

840Macd. O gentle Lady,

841'Tis not for you to heare what I can speake:

842The repetition in a Womans eare,

843Would murther as it fell.

845O Banquo, Banquo, Our Royall Master's murther'd.

846Lady. Woe, alas:

847What, in our House?

848Ban. Too cruell, any where.

849Deare Duff, I prythee contradict thy selfe,

850And say, it is not so.

852Macb. Had I but dy'd an houre before this chance,

853I had liu'd a blessed time: for from this instant,

854There's nothing serious in Mortalitie:

855All is but Toyes: Renowne and Grace is dead,

856The Wine of Life is drawne, and the meere Lees

857Is left this Vault, to brag of.

859Donal. What is amisse?

860Macb. You are, and doe not know't:

861The Spring, the Head, the Fountaine of your Blood

862Is stopt, the very Source of it is stopt.

863Macd. Your Royall Father's murther'd.

864Mal. Oh, by whom?

865Lenox. Those of his Chamber, as it seem'd, had don't:

866Their Hands and Faces were all badg'd with blood,

867So were their Daggers, which vnwip'd, we found

868Vpon their Pillowes: they star'd, and were distracted,

869No mans Life was to be trusted with them.

870Macb. O, yet I doe repent me of my furie,

871That I did kill them.

872Macd. Wherefore did you so?

873Macb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temp'rate, & furious,

874Loyall, and Neutrall, in a moment? No man:

875Th'expedition of my violent Loue

876Out-run the pawser, Reason. Here lay Duncan,

877His Siluer skinne, lac'd with his Golden Blood,

878And his gash'd Stabs, look'd like a Breach in Nature,

879For Ruines wastfull entrance: there the Murtherers,

880Steep'd in the Colours of their Trade; their Daggers

881Vnmannerly breech'd with gore: who could refraine,

882That had a heart to loue; and in that heart,

883Courage, to make's loue knowne?

884Lady. Helpe me hence, hoa.

885Macd. Looke to the Lady.

886Mal. Why doe we hold our tongues,

887That most may clayme this argument for ours?

888Donal. What should be spoken here,

889Where our Fate hid in an augure hole,

890May rush, and seize vs? Let's away,

891Our Teares are not yet brew'd.

892Mal. Nor our strong Sorrow

893Vpon the foot of Motion.

894Banq. Looke to the Lady:

895And when we haue our naked Frailties hid,

896That suffer in exposure; let vs meet,

897And question this most bloody piece of worke,

898To know it further. Feares and scruples shake vs:

899In the great Hand of God I stand, and thence,

900Against the vndivulg'd pretence, I fight

901Of Treasonous Mallice.

902Macd. And so doe I.

903All. So all.

904Macb. Let's briefely put on manly readinesse,

905And meet i'th'Hall together.

906All. Well contented. Exeunt.

907Malc. What will you doe?

908Let's not consort with them:

909To shew an vnfelt Sorrow, is an Office

910Which the false man do's easie.

911Ile to England.

912Don. To Ireland, I:

913Our seperated fortune shall keepe vs both the safer:

914Where we are, there's Daggers in mens Smiles;

915The neere in blood, the neerer bloody.

916Malc. This murtherous Shaft that's shot,

917Hath not yet lighted: and our safest way,

918Is to auoid the ayme. Therefore to Horse,

919And let vs not be daintie of leaue-taking,

920But shift away: there's warrant in that Theft,

921Which steales it selfe, when there's no mercie left.