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Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us,
Knock. Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would thou could'st!
Enter a Porter. [Knocking within. Porter. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key.” [Knocking:] Knock, knock, knock: Who's there, i'the name of Belzebub? Here's a farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty: Come in time; have napkins enough about you; here you'll sweat for't. [Knocking:] Knock, knock: Who's there, i’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. [Knocking.] 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. [Knocking.] 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 ever
2 he should have old turning the key.) i. e. frequent, more than enough.
lasting bonfire. [Knocking.] Anon, anon; I pray you, remember the porter. [Opens the gate.
Enter MACDUFF and LENOX. Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, That you
do lie so late? Port. 'Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock :3 and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.
Macd. What three things does drink especially provoke?
Port. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes: it provokes the desire, but it takes 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.
Macd. I believe, drink gave thee the lie last night.
Port. That it did, sir, i’the very throat o'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.
Macd. Is thy master stirring ?-
Enter MACBETH. Len. Good-morrow, noble sir! Macb.
Good-morrow, both! Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane? Macb.
till the second cock:) Cockcrowing, i. e. as Mr. Malone thinks, till three o'clock.
Macd. He did command me to call timely on
him; I have almost slipp'd the hour. Macb.
I'll bring you to him. Macd. I know, this is a joyful trouble to you; But yet, 'tis one.
Macb. The labour we delight in, physicks pain. This is the door. Macd.
I'll make so bold to call,
Goes the king
He does:-he did appoint it so.” Len. The night has been unruly: Where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down: and, as they say, Lamentings heard i’the air; strange screams of
death; And prophecying, with accents terrible, Of dire combustion, and confus'd 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. Macb.
'Twas a rough night. Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel A fellow to it.
Re-enter Macduff. Macd. O horror! horror! horror! Tongue, nor
heart, Cannot conceive, nor name thee!
4 For 'tis my limited service.) Limited, for appointed.
5 He does:-he did appoint it so.] The words he does are omitted by Pope, Theobald, Hanmer, and Warburton. But perhaps Shakspeare designed Macbeth to shelter himself under an immediate falshood, till a sudden recollection of guilt restrained his confidence, and unguardedly disposed him to qualify his assertion; as he well knew the King's journey was effectually prevented by his death.
What's the matter?
What is't you say? the life?
sight With a new Gorgon:-Do not bid me speak; See, and then speak yourselves.-Awake! awake!
Exeunt MACBETH and LENOX. 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 sprights, , To countenance this horror!
Enter Lady MACBETH.
What's the business, That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley The sleepers of the house? speak, speak,Macd.
O, gentle lady, 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak: The repetition, in a woman's ear, Would murder as it fell.—O Banquo! Banquo!
Too cruel, any where.
Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX.
Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'd 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.
Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN.
You are, and do not know it:
Macd. Your royal father's murder’d.
O, by whom? Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had
Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
you Macb. Who can be wise, amaz’d, temperate, and
Here lay Duncan, His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood;] It is not improbable, that Shakspeare put these forced and unnatural metaphors into the mouth of Macbeth, as a mark of artifice and dissimula.