Knocking within. Enter a Porter
Porter
Here's a knocking indeed! If a
Knocking within
Knock,
Knocking within
Knock,
Knocking within
Knock,
Knocking within
Knock,
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,
Porter
'Faith sir, we were carousing till the
MACDUFF
What three things does drink especially provoke?
Porter
Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and
MACDUFF
I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.
Porter
That it did, sir, i' the very throat on
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:
MACBETH
I'll bring you to him.
MACDUFF
I know this is a joyful trouble to you;
MACBETH
The labour we delight in physics pain.
MACDUFF
I'll make so bold to call,
Exit
LENNOX
Goes the king hence to-day?
MACBETH
He does: he did appoint so.
LENNOX
The night has been unruly: where we lay,
MACBETH
'Twas a rough night.
LENNOX
My young remembrance cannot parallel
Re-enter MACDUFF
MACDUFF
O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart
MACBETH and LENNOX
What's the matter.
MACDUFF
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
MACBETH
What is 't you say? the life?
LENNOX
Mean you his majesty?
MACDUFF
Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
Exeunt MACBETH and LENNOX
Awake, awake!
Bell rings
Enter LADY MACBETH
LADY MACBETH
What's the business,
MACDUFF
O gentle lady,
Enter BANQUO
O Banquo, Banquo,
LADY MACBETH
Woe, alas!
BANQUO
Too cruel any where.
Re-enter MACBETH and LENNOX, with ROSS
MACBETH
Had I but died an hour before this chance,
Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN
DONALBAIN
What is amiss?
MACBETH
You are, and do not know't:
MACDUFF
Your royal father 's murder'd.
MALCOLM
O, by whom?
LENNOX
Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done 't:
MACBETH
O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
MACDUFF
Wherefore did you so?
MACBETH
Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,
LADY MACBETH
Help me hence, ho!
MACDUFF
Look to the lady.
MALCOLM
[Aside to DONALBAIN] Why do we hold our tongues,
DONALBAIN
[Aside to MALCOLM] What should be spoken here,
MALCOLM
[Aside to DONALBAIN] Nor our strong sorrow
BANQUO
Look to the lady:
LADY MACBETH is carried out
And when we have our naked frailties hid,
MACDUFF
And so do I.
ALL
So all.
MACBETH
Let's briefly put on manly readiness,
ALL
Well contented.
Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain.
MALCOLM
What will you do? Let's not consort with them.
DONALBAIN
To Ireland, I. Our separated fortune
MALCOLM
This murderous shaft that's shot
Exeunt
man were porter of hell-gate, he should have
old turning the key.
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.
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.
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.
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.
That you do lie so late?
second cock: and drink, sir, is a great
provoker of three things.
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.
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.
I have almost slipp'd the hour.
But yet 'tis one.
This is the door.
For 'tis my limited service.
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.
A fellow to it.
Cannot conceive nor name thee!
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
The life o' the building!
With a new Gorgon: do not bid me speak;
See, and then speak yourselves.
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.
That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
The sleepers of the house? speak, speak!
'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak:
The repetition, in a woman's ear,
Would murder as it fell.
Our royal master 's murder'd!
What, in our house?
Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself,
And say it is not so.
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.
The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd.
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.
That I did kill them.
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 known?
That most may claim this argument for ours?
where our fate,
Hid in an auger-hole, may rush, and seize us?
Let 's away;
Our tears are not yet brew'd.
Upon the foot of motion.
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.
And meet i' the hall together.
To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
Which the false man does easy. I'll to England.
Shall keep us both the safer. Where we are,
There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood,
The nearer bloody.
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.
