FROM MACBETH. THE MURDER OF DUNCAN, KING OF SCOTLAND. Act II. Scs. i., ii. [King Duncan is on a visit to Macbeth, thane of Glamis, and lately created thane of Cawdor, at his castle near Inverness. Macbeth has just been informed that the king has retired for the night.] Enter MACBETH and a Servant. Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. Is this a dagger which I see before me, [Exit Servant. The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going, Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, handle [A bell rings. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell. Enter LADY MACBETH. [Exit. Lady M. That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold: What hath quench'd them hath given me fire : Hark! Peace! It was the owl that shriek'd, The fatal bellman which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it: the doors are open; And the surfeited grooms do mock their charge with snores : I have drugg'd their possets, That death and nature do contend about them, Macb. [Within.] Who's there?—what, ho! Lady M. Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd, And 'tis not done :-the attempt, and not the deed, Confounds us.-Hark!-I laid their daggers ready; He could not miss them.-Had he not resembled My father as he slept I had done 't— Enter MACBETH. My husband! Macb. I have done the deed.-Didst thou not hear a noise! Lady M. Donalbain. Macb. This is a sorry sight. [Looking on his hands. Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, And one cried, 'Murder!' that they did wake each other; Lady M. There are two lodg'd together. Macb. One cried, 'God bless us!' and 'Amen,' the other; As they had seen me with these hangman's hands. Listening their fear, I could not say, ' Amen,' When they did say, 'God bless us !' Lady M. Consider it not so deeply. Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce, 'Amen?' I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat. Lady M. These deeds must not be thought After these ways; so, it will make us mad. Macb. Methought, I heard a voice cry, 'Sleep no more! Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, Lady M. What do you mean? unwrought silk Macb. Still it cried, ‘Sleep no more!' to all the house : 'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more-Macbeth shall sleep no more!' Lady M. Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, So brainsickly of things.-Go, get some water, Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on 't again I dare not. Infirm of purpose! Lady M. Macb. [Exit. Knocking within. Whence is that knocking? How is 't with me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather Making the green-one red. Re-enter LADY MACBETH. Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white. [Knock.] I hear a knocking At the south entry :-retire we to our chamber: A little water clears us of this deed : How easy is it then! Your constancy Hath left you unattended.―[Knocking.] Hark! more knocking: Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, And shew us to be watchers :-be not lost So poorly in your thoughts. Macb. To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself. [Knocking. Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst ! [Exeunt. FROM JULIUS CÆSAR. THE QUARREL BETWEEN BRUTUS AND CASSIUS. Act IV. Sc. iii. SCENE.-Within the tent of BRutus. Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS. Cas. That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this: For taking bribes here of the Sardians ;1 Bru. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a case. You know that you are Brutus that speak this, 1 The inhabitants of Sardis, the capital of Lydia. Cas. Chastisement ! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember: Cas. To make conditions. Bru. Cas. I am. Go to; you are not, Cassius. Bru. I say you are not. Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further. Bru. Away, slight man! Cas. Is't possible? Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares ? Cas. O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this? Bru. All this? ay, more: fret, till your proud heart break; Go, shew your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, Cas. Is it come to this? Bru. You say, you are a better soldier : Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, |