Scene II.The Same.
Enter LADY MACBETH.
Lady M. That which hath made them drunk
hath made me bold,
What hath quench'd them hath given me fire.
It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,
Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is
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.
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
He could not miss them. Had he not resembled
My father as he slept I had done't. My hus-
Macb. I have done the deed. Didst thou not
hear a noise?
Lady M. I heard the owl scream and the
Did not you speak?
Lady M. Now.
Macb. As I descended?
Lady M. Ay.
Who lies i' the second chamber?
Lady M. Donalbain.
Macb. [Looking on his hands.] This is a sorry
Lady M. A foolish thought to say a sorry
Macb. There's one did laugh in's steep, and
one cried 'Murder!'
That they did wake each other: I stood and
But they did say their prayers, and address'd
Again to sleep.
Lady M. There are two lodg'd together.
Macb. One cried 'God bless us!' and 'Amen'
As they had seen me with these hangman's
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
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
Macbeth does murder sleep,' the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second
Chief nourisher in life's feast,
Lady M. What do you mean?
Macb. Still it cried, 'Sleep no more!' to all
'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore
Shall steep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no
Lady M. Who was it that thus cried? Why,
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
They must lie there: go carry them, and smear
The sleepy grooms with blood.
Macb. I'll go no more:
I am afraid to think what I have done;
Look on't again I dare not.
Lady M. Infirm of purpose!
Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the
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;
For it must seem their guilt.
[Exit. Knocking within.
Macb. Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?
What hands are here! Ha! they pluck out mine
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will
The multitudinous seas incarnardine,
Making the green one red.
Re-enter LADY MACBETH.
Lady M. My hands are of your colour, but I
To wear a heart so white.[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. [Knocking within.]
Hark! more knocking.
Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us,
And show us to be watchers. Be not lost
So poorly in your thoughts.
Macb. To know my deed 'twere best not know
myself. [Knocking within.
Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou