SCENE I.
Enter Banquo, and Fleance, with a torch before him.
3 noteBan.
How goes the night, boy?
Fle.
The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.
Ban.
And she goes down at twelve.
Fle.
I take't, 'tis later, sir.
Ban.
Hold, take my sword:—There's husbandry in heaven,
Their candles are all out 9Q0521.—Take thee that too.
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,
And yet I would not sleep: 4 note
Merciful powers!
-- 493 --
Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature
Gives way to in repose!—Give me my sword;—
Enter Macbeth, and a servant with a torch.
Who's there?
Macb.
A friend.
Ban.
What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed:
He hath5 note been in unusual pleasure, and
Sent forth great largess to your officers:
This diamond he greets your wife withal,
By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up6 note
In measureless content,
Macb.
Being unprepar'd,
Our will became the servant to defect;
Which else should free have wrought7 note
.
Ban.
All's well.
I dreamt last night of the three weïrd sisters:
-- 494 --
To you they have shew'd some truth.
Macb.
I think not of them:
Yet, when we can intreat an hour to serve,
We would spend it in some words upon that business,
If you would grant the time.
Ban.
At your kind'st leisure.
Macb.
8 note
If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis,
It shall make honour for you.
Ban.
So I lose none,
In seeking to augment it, but still keep
My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear,
I shall be counsel'd.
Macb.
Good repose, the while!
Ban.
Thanks, sir; The like to you!
[Exit Banquo.
Macb.
Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.
[Exit Serv.
Is this a dagger, which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me 9 note
clutch thee:—
-- 495 --
I have thee not; and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind; a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o'the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still;
1 note
And on thy blade, and dudgeon, 2 note
gouts of blood,
-- 496 --
Which was not so before.—There's no such thing:
It is the bloody business, which informs
Thus to mine eyes.—3 note
Now o'er the one half world
-- 497 --
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep4 note; now witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings; 5 note
and wither'd murder,
-- 498 --
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
6 note
With Tarquin's ravishing strides 9Q0524, towards his design
Moves like a ghost.—7 note
Thou sure and firm-set earth,
-- 499 --
Hear not my steps, 8 note
which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my where-about9 note
,
1 note
And take the present horror from the time,
-- 500 --
Which now suits with it.—While I threat, he lives:
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
[A bell rings.
I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
[Exit.
-- 501 --
Samuel Johnson [1778], The plays of William Shakspeare. In ten volumes. With the corrections and illustrations of various commentators; to which are added notes by Samuel Johnson and George Steevens. The second edition, Revised and Augmented (Printed for C. Bathurst [and] W. Strahan [etc.], London) [word count] [S10901].