Macbeth: Act 2, Scene 3
Enter a PORTER. Knocking within.
1Here's a knocking indeed! If a man were
2porter of Hell Gate, he should have old turning the
3key. (Knock.) Knock, knock, knock! Who's there,
4i' the name of Beelzebub? Here's a farmer, that hang'd
5himself on th' expectation of plenty. Come in time!
6Have napkins enow about you; here you'll sweat for't.
7(Knock.) Knock, knock! Who's there, in the other
8devil's name? Faith, here's an equivocator, that could
9swear in both the scales against either scale, who com-
10mitted treason enough for God's sake, yet could
11not equivocate to heaven. O, come in, equivocator.
12(Knock.) Knock, knock, knock! Who's there? Faith,
13here's an English tailor come hither, for stealing
14out of a French hose: come in, tailor; here you may
15roast your goose. (Knock.) Knock, knock! Never
16at quiet! What are you? But this place is too
17cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further: I had
18thought to have let in some of all professions that go
19the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. (Knock.)
20Anon, anon! [Opens the gate.] I pray you, remember
Enter MACDUFF and LENNOX.
22Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,
23That you do lie so late?
24'Faith sir, we were carousing till the second cock;
25and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.
26What three things does drink especially pro-
28Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine.
29Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes
30the desire, but it takes away the performance. There-
31fore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator
32with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; it sets him
33on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and dis-
34heartens him; makes him stand to, and not stand to; in
35conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him
36the lie, leaves him.
37I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.
38That it did, sir, i' the very throat on me; but I re-
39quited him for his lie; and, I think, being too strong
40for him, though he took up my legs sometime, yet I
41made a shift to cast him.
42Is thy master stirring?
43Our knocking has awaked him; here he comes.
44Good morrow, noble sir.
Good morrow, both.
45Is the king stirring, worthy thane?
46He did command me to call timely on him:
47I have almost slipp'd the hour.
I'll bring you to him.
48I know this is a joyful trouble to you;
49But yet 'tis one.
50The labour we delight in physics pain.
51This is the door.
I'll make so bold to call,
52For 'tis my limited service.
53Goes the king hence to-day?
He does; he did appoint so.
54The night has been unruly: where we lay,
55Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say,
56Lamentings heard i' the air; strange screams of death,
57And prophesying with accents terrible
58Of dire combustion and confused events
59New hatch'd to the woeful time: the obscure bird
60Clamour'd the livelong night: some say, the earth
61Was feverous and did shake.
'Twas a rough night.
62My young remembrance cannot parallel
63A fellow to it.
64O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart
65Cannot conceive nor name thee!
MACBETH and LENNOX
What's the matter?
66Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
67Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
68The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
69The life o' th' building!
What is 't you saythe life?
70Mean you his Majesty?
71Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
72With a new Gorgon: do not bid me speak;
73See, and then speak yourselves.
Exeunt Macbeth and Lennox.
74Ring the alarum-bell! Murder and treason!
75Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake!
76Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,
77And look on death itself! Up, up, and see
78The great doom's image! Malcolm! Banquo!
79As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites,
80To countenance this horror! Ring the bell.
Enter LADY [MACBETH].
81What's the business,
82That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
83The sleepers of the house? Speak, speak!
O gentle lady,
84'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak:
85The repetition, in a woman's ear,
86Would murder as it fell.
O Banquo, Banquo,
87Our royal master's murder'd!
88What, in our house?
Too cruel any where.
89Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself,
90And say it is not so.
Enter MACBETH, LENNOX, ROSS.
91Had I but died an hour before this chance,
92I had lived a blessed time; for, from this instant,
93There 's nothing serious in mortality:
94All is but toys: renown and grace is dead;
95The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
96Is left this vault to brag of.
Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN.
97What is amiss?
You are, and do not know't:
98The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
99Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd.
100Your royal father's murder'd.
O, by whom?
101Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done 't:
102Their hands and faces were all badged with blood;
103So were their daggers, which unwiped we found
104Upon their pillows. They stared, and were distracted;
105No man's life was to be trusted with them.
106O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
107That I did kill them.
Wherefore did you so?
108Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,
109Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.
110Th' expedition of my violent love
111Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,
112His silver skin laced with his golden blood;
113And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature
114For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers,
115Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers
116Unmannerly breech'd with gore. Who could refrain,
117That had a heart to love, and in that heart
118Courage to make's love known?
Help me hence, ho!
119Look to the lady.
MALCOLM [Aside to DONALBAIN.]
Why do we hold our tongues,
120That most may claim this argument for ours?
DONALBAIN [Aside to MALCOLM.]
121What should be spoken here, where our fate,
122Hid in an auger-hole, may rush, and seize us?
124Our tears are not yet brew'd.
MALCOLM [Aside to DONALBAIN.]
Nor our strong sorrow
125Upon the foot of motion.
Look to the lady.
[LADY MACBETH is carried out.]
126And when we have our naked frailties hid,
127That suffer in exposure, let us meet,
128And question this most bloody piece of work,
129To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us.
130In the great hand of God I stand; and thence
131Against the undivulged pretence I fight
132Of treasonous malice.
And so do I.
133Let's briefly put on manly readiness,
134And meet i' the hall together.
Exeunt [all but Malcolm and Donalbain].
135What will you do? Let's not consort with them;
136To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
137Which the false man does easy. I'll to England.
138To Ireland, I; our separated fortune
139Shall keep us both the safer. Where we are,
140There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood,
141The nearer bloody.
This murderous shaft that's shot
142Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way
143Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse;
144And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,
145But shift away. There's warrant in that theft
146Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left.