ACT II SCENE II | The same. | |
[Enter LADY MACBETH] |
LADY MACBETH | 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: | 5 |
| 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, |
| Whether they live or die. | 10 |
MACBETH | [Within] Who's there? what, ho!
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LADY MACBETH | Alack, I am afraid they have awaked, |
| And 'tis not done. The attempt and not the deed |
| Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready; |
| He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled | 15 |
| My father as he slept, I had done't. |
[Enter MACBETH] |
| My husband! |
MACBETH | I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise? |
LADY MACBETH | I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. |
| Did not you speak? | 20 |
MACBETH | When? |
LADY MACBETH | Now. |
MACBETH | As I descended?
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LADY MACBETH | Ay. |
MACBETH | Hark! | 25 |
| Who lies i' the second chamber? |
LADY MACBETH | Donalbain. |
MACBETH | This is a sorry sight. |
[Looking on his hands] |
LADY MACBETH | A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. |
MACBETH | There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried | 30 |
| 'Murder!' |
| That they did wake each other: I stood and heard them: |
| But they did say their prayers, and address'd them |
| Again to sleep. |
LADY MACBETH | There are two lodged together. | 35 |
MACBETH | 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 MACBETH | Consider it not so deeply. | 40 |
MACBETH | But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? |
| I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' |
| Stuck in my throat. |
LADY MACBETH | These deeds must not be thought |
| After these ways; so, it will make us mad. | 45 |
MACBETH | Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more! |
| Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep, |
| Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care, |
| The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, |
| Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, | 50 |
| Chief nourisher in life's feast,-- |
LADY MACBETH | What do you mean? |
MACBETH | 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.' | 55 |
LADY MACBETH | Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, |
| You do unbend your noble strength, to think |
| So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, |
| And wash this filthy witness from your hand. |
| Why did you bring these daggers from the place? | 60 |
| They must lie there: go carry them; and smear |
| The sleepy grooms with blood. |
MACBETH | I'll go no more: |
| I am afraid to think what I have done; |
| Look on't again I dare not. | 65 |
LADY MACBETH | Infirm of purpose! |
| Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead |
| Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood |
| That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, |
| I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal; | 70 |
| For it must seem their guilt. |
[Exit. Knocking within] |
MACBETH | 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 | 75 |
| Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather |
| The multitudinous seas in incarnadine, |
| Making the green one red. |
[Re-enter LADY MACBETH] |
LADY MACBETH | My hands are of your colour; but I shame |
| To wear a heart so white. | 80 |
[Knocking within] |
| 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. | 85 |
[Knocking within] |
| Hark! more knocking. |
| Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, |
| And show us to be watchers. Be not lost |
| So poorly in your thoughts. |
MACBETH | To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself. | 90 |
[Knocking within] |
| Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst! |
[Exeunt] |