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Macbeth

Act II, Scene 3

The same.
 
[Knocking within. Enter a Porter]
 
PORTER
Here's a knocking indeed: If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key. Knock, knock, knock. Who's there in 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 it. Knock, 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: oh come in, equivocator. Knock, 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, 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. 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, that you do lie so late?
 
PORTER
Faith sir, we were carousing till the second cock: and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.
 
MACDUFF
What three things does drink especially provoke?
 
PORTER
Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and 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.
 
MACDUFF
I believe, drink gave thee the lie last night.
 
PORTER
That it did, sir, in the very throat on 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.
 
MACDUFF
Is thy master stirring?
            ,        ,       ,            ,         ,
      Our knock|ing has | awaked | him: here | he comes.
 
LENNOX
            ,        ,      ,
      Good mor|row, nob|le sir.
 
MACBETH
                                      ,        ,
                                Good mor|row both.
 
MACDUFF
                 ,    ,          ,       ,
      Is the / king stir|ring, worth|y Thane?
 
MACBETH
                                                      ,
                                                 Not yet.
 
MACDUFF
          ,         ,      2     ,      ,       ,
      He did | command | me to call | timely | on him,
       2      ,         ,            ,
      I have al|most slipped | the hour.
 
MACBETH
                                                 ,          ,       2->
                                          I'll bring | you to || him.
 
MACDUFF
          ,          ,      ,        ,     2    ,
      I know | this is | a joy|ful troub|le to you:
           ,          ,
      But yet | 'tis one.  \\
 
MACBETH
           ,      ,       ,         ,         ,
      The lab|or we | delight |in, phy|sics pain:
        ,             ,
      This is | the door.   \\
 
MACDUFF
             ,         ,         ,         ,        ,   2     ,       ->
      I'll make | so bold | to call,| for tis | my lim|ited serv||ice.
 
[Exit]
 
LENNOX
        ,          ,      ,      ___
      Goes | the king | hence to|day?
 
MACBETH
           ,        ,        ,        o
      He does:| he did | appoint | so.
 
LENNOX
            ,           ,       ,     o
      The night | has been | unru|ly:    (tetra with prev two)
        ,         ,          ,                ,     ,
      Where | we lay,| our chim|neys were / blown down,
       ,              ,       ,          ,       2     ,
      And (as | they say)| lament|ings heard | in the air;
        ___       ___          ,
      Strange | screams | of death,  \\
           ,      ,              ,  ,      ,   2
      And pro|phesy|ing, with / accents | terrible,
           ,        ,         ,         ,        ,
      Of dire | combus|tion, and | confused | events,
       ,    ,                ,        ,    oo
      New hatch/ed to | the woe|ful time.|
               ,     ,      ,     2        T   T    T
      The ob/scure bird | clamored the | livelong night.
        T   T    .    T           ,
      Some say, the earth | was feve|rous,
                                            ,          ,
                                           And | did shake.
 
MACBETH
         T  .   T     T
      'Twas a rough night.   \\
 
LENNOX
           ,        ,          ,       ,     ,
      My young | remem|brance can|not par|allel
         ,        x
      A fel|low to it.
 
[Enter MACDUFF]
 
MACDUFF
                             ,        ,        ,      ->
                          O hor|ror, hor|ror, hor||ror,
         ,           ,        x         ,            ,
      Tongue | nor heart | cannot con|ceive, nor | name thee.
 
MACBETH and LENNOX
        ,           ,
      What's the | matter? \\
 
MACDUFF
          ,       ,           ,         ,       ,
      Confus|ion now | hath made | his mast|erpiece:
            ,      ,        ,              ,    ,
      Most^sac|rileg|ious murd|er hath / broke ope
            ,         ,        ,              ,      ,
      The Lord's | anoint|ed temp|le, and / stole thence
            ,     ,         ,
      The life | of the | building.  \\
 
MACBETH
             x          ,          ,
      What is it | you say,| the life?
 
LENNOX
        ,             ,    ,
      Mean you | his maj|esty?  (tri with prev)
 
MACDUFF
           ,           ,        ,        ,            ,
      Approach | the chamb|er, and | destroy | your sight
                ,   ,        ,         ,         ,
      With a / new Gor|gon. Do | not* bid | me speak:
       ,                ,            ,        ,       ,
      See, and | then speak | yourselves:| awake,| awake,
 
[Exeunt MACBETH and LENNOX]
        ,     2   ,       ,     ,              ,
      Ring the a|larum-|bell: Murd/er, and | treason,
       ,             ,      ,     ,           ,
      Banquo, | and Don|albain:| Malcolm | awake,
             ,          ,       ,        ,      ,
      Shake^off | this dow|ny sleep,| death's count/erfeit,
            ,         ,         ,     T   T   .   T
      And look | on death | itself:| up, up, and see
       .    T     T     T       ,         ,  ___
      The great doom's im|age: Mal|colm, Ban|quo,
       ,                ,           ,    .    T    T     T
      As from | your graves | rise^up,| and walk like sprites,
           ,      ,           ,         ,          ,
      To count|enance | this^hor|ror. Ring | the bell.
 
[Bell rings. Enter LADY MACBETH]
 
LADY MACBETH
        ,           ,
      What's the | business?  \\
             ,       ,   2     ,        ,         ,      2->
      That such | a hid|eous trump|et calls | to par||ley
            ,        ,         ,
      The sleep|ers of | the house? \\
        T      T
      Speak, speak.
 
MACDUFF
                    T    ,        ,     oo
                    O | gentle | lady,|
            ,         ,         ,         ,          ,
      'Tis not | for you | to hear | what I | can speak:
           ,    ,       ,      ,        ,
      The rep|eti|tion in | a wom|an's ear,
             ,       ,        ,
      Would murd|er as | it fell.   \\
         ,   T    T  T          x      ,           ,
      O Ban|quo, Banquo,| our royal | master's || murdered.  ????
 
LADY MACBETH
       ,     ,
      Woe, alas:   ????
        ,       ,    ,
      What, in our house?   ????
 
BANQUO
       ,   ,      ,   ,
      Too cruel, anywhere.   ????
              ,        ,        ,      ,         ,
      Dear* Duff,| I prith|ee cont|radict | thyself,
           ,        ,   ___   __   oo
      And say,| it is | not | so.|
 
[Enter MACBETH and LENNOX, with ROSS]
 
MACBETH
          ,         ,         ,        ,            ,
      Had I | but died | an hour | before | this chance,
       2      ,         ,        ,     ,      2        ,
      I had lived | a bles|sed time:| for from this | instant,
               ,        ,   2    ,       ,    ,
      There's^noth|ing ser|ious in | mortal|ity:
       ,             ,        ,          ,          ,
      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.
 
[Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN]
 
DONALBAIN
                                            ,      2   ,
                                          What | is amiss?
 
MACBETH
       T   T    T     T  T    T        o
      You are, and | do not know | it:
             ,           ,          ,        ,          ,
      The spring,| the head,| the fount|ain of | your blood
            ,           ,       ,         ,         ,
      Is stopped,| the ve|ry source | of it | is stopped.
 
MACDUFF
            ,      ,         ,
      Your roy|al fath|er's murd|ered.
 
MALCOLM
                                        ,        ,
                                       Oh,| by whom?
 
LENNOX
        ,              ,        ,         ,             x
      Those of | his chamb|er, as | it seemed,| had done it:
              ,          ,             ,     ,            ,
      Their hands | and fac|es were / all badged | with blood,
       ,               ,          ,         ,          ,
      So were | their dag|gers, which | unwiped,| we found
        ,           ,                  ,     ,        2     ,      ->
      Upon | their pil|lows: they / stared, and | were distrac||ted,
       ,     T     T   T      2     ,     2       ,
      No | man's life was | to be trust|ed with them.
 
MACBETH
      ,   ,        2     ,        ,       ,
      O, yet / I do re|pent me | of | my fury,
           ,         ,
      That I | did kill | them.
 
MACDUFF
                                  ,         ,         ,
                                Where|fore did | you so?
 
MACBETH
       ,     2       ,       ,      ,    2           ,  2
      Who can be | wise, a|mazed, temp/erate, and | furious,
       ,            ,      3  3   ,        ,   ___
      Loyal,| and neut|ral, in a mo|ment? No | man:
           ,    ,       ,       ,   2     ,
      The ex|pedi|tion of | my vi|olent love
       ,    2       ,        ,         ,         ,
      Outrun^the | pauser,| reason.| Here lay*| Duncan,
            ,       ,      ,               ,        ,
      His silv|er skin,| laced with | his gold|en blood,
                   ,     ,        ,       2       ,         ,
      And his / gashed stabs,| looked like^a | breach in | nature,
            x        ,         ,           ,          ,    2
      For ruin's | wasteful | entrance:| there the | murderers,
         ,      2       ,        ,           ,             ,
      Steeped in the | colors | of their | trade; their | daggers
         ,     2      ,             ,     ,              ,
      Unman|nerly breeched | with gore:| who could | refrain,
            ,        ,          ,         ,          ,
      That had | a heart | to love;| and in | that heart,
       ,      2       ,          T    T
      Courage, to | make his | love known?
 
LADY MACBETH
                                            T         ,          ->
                                          Help | me hence,|| ho*.
 
MACDUFF
        ,      2     ,
      Look | to the la|dy.
 
MALCOLM [Aside to DONALBAIN]
                            ,      2     ,           ,
                           Why | do we hold | our tongues,
             ,          ,           ,     ,          ,
      That most | may claim | this arg|ument | for ours?
 
DONALBAIN
        ,                ,       ,
      What should | be spok|en here,  \\
        T    T    T     ,           ,       ,
      Where our fate | hid in | an aug|ur-hole,
            ,          ,           ,       ,
      May rush,| and seize | us? Let's | away,
      <-       ,           ,     T     T
         Our tears || are not | yet brewed.
 
MALCOLM
                                             T           ,      ,
                                            Nor | our strong | sorrow
       x           ,        ,
      Upon the | foot of | motion.
 
BANQUO
                                     ,    2       ,
                                   Look to the | lady:
            ,         ,         ,       ,         ,
      And when | we have | our nak|ed frail|ties hid,
            ,       ,      ,        ,         ,
      That suf|fer in | expos|ure; let | us meet,
            ,         ,           ,       ,          ,
      And ques|tion this | most^bloo|dy piece | of work,
           ,         ,         ,           ,            x
      To know | it furth|er. Fears | and scrup|les shake us:
                 ,     ,        ,        ,            ,
      In the / great hand | of God | I stand,| and thence,
          ,          ,      ,          ,         ,
      Against | the un|divulged | pretense,| I fight
           ,     2    ,     2
      Of treas|onous mal|ice.
 
MACDUFF
                                  ,      ,
                             And so | do I.
 
ALL
                                               ,
                                           So all.
 
MACBETH
              ,       ,        ,       ,     ,
      Let's^brief|ly put | on man|ly read|iness,
            ,      2      ,       ,
      And meet | in the hall | togeth|er.
 
ALL
                                            ,          x
                                          Well | contented.   ??
 
[Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain.]
 
MALCOLM
        ,        2     ,
      What | will you do?
                                 ,         ,           ,
                          Let's not | consort | with them:
           ,        ,   ,   ,         2      ,
      To show | an un|felt sor/row, is an | office
           2      ,      ,        ,
      Which the false | man does^|easy.
                                         ,        ,
                                       I'll to | England.
 
DONALBAIN
          ,        ,
      To Ire|land, I:   \\
           ,   3 3     ,     2          x       ,         ,
      Our sep|arated fort|une shall keep us | both the | safer:  ??
        ,         T      T     T              ,      ,
      Where we | are, there's dag|gers in / men's smiles;
            ,         ,           ,       ,      o
      The near | in blood,| the near|er bloo|dy.
 
MALCOLM
             ,          ,              ,
      This murde|rous shaft | that's shot,  \\
            ,          ,        ,         ,       ,
      Hath not | yet^light|ed: and | our saf|est way,
       ,         ,         ,           ,         ,
      Is to | avoid | the aim.| Therefore | to horse,
           ,        ,         ,    2     ,     ,
      And let | us not | be dain|ty of leave-|taking,
            ,       ,             ,        ,          ,
      But shift | away:| there's^war|rant in | that theft,
               ,         ,            ,          ,       ,
      Which steals | itself,| when there's | no mer|cy left.
 
[Exeunt]

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