Act 2, Scene 3
The court of Macbeth’s castle.
- Enter a Porter. Knocking within.
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- Here’s a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of Hell Gate,
- he should have old turning the key.
- Knock, knock, knock! Who’s there, i’ th’ name of Beelzebub?
- Here’s a farmer, that hang’d himself on th’ expectation of
- plenty. Come in time! Have napkins enow about you, here
- you’ll sweat for’t.
- Knock, knock! Who’s there, in th’ 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,
- 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.
- 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 th’ everlasting bonfire.
- Anon, anon!
- Opens the gate.
- I pray you remember the porter.
- Enter Macduff and Lennox.
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- Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,
- That you do lie so late?
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- Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock; and
- drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.
- What three things does drink especially provoke?
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- Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir,
- it provokes, and unprovokes: it provokes the desire, but it
- takes away 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.
- I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.
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- That it did, sir, i’ the very throat on 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.
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- Is thy master stirring?
- Enter Macbeth.
- Our knocking has awak’d him; here he comes.
- Good morrow, noble sir.
- Good morrow, both.
- Is the King stirring, worthy thane?
- Not yet.
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- He did command me to call timely on him,
- I have almost slipp’d the hour.
- I’ll bring you to him.
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- I know this is a joyful trouble to you;
- But yet ’tis one.
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- The labor we delight in physics pain.
- This is the door.
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- I’ll make so bold to call,
- For ’tis my limited service.
- Exit Macduff.
- Goes the King hence today?
- He does; he did appoint so.
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- The night has been unruly. Where we lay,
- Our chimneys were blown down, and (as they say)
- Lamentings heard i’ th’ air; strange screams of death,
- And prophesying, with accents terrible,
- Of dire combustion and confus’d events
- New hatch’d to th’ woeful time. The obscure bird
- Clamor’d the livelong night. Some say, the earth
- Was feverous, and did shake.
- ’Twas a rough night.
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- My young remembrance cannot parallel
- A fellow to it.
- Enter Macduff.
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- O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart
- Cannot conceive nor name thee!
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- What’s the matter?
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- Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
- Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
- The Lord’s anointed temple, and stole thence
- The life o’ th’ building!
- What is’t you say—the life?
- Mean you his Majesty?
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- Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
- With a new Gorgon. Do not bid me speak;
- See, and then speak yourselves.
- Exeunt Macbeth and Lennox.
- Awake, awake!
- 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 sprites,
- To countenance this horror! Ring the bell.
- Bell rings.
- Enter Lady Macbeth.
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- What’s the business,
- That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
- The sleepers of the house? Speak, speak!
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- 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.
- Enter Banquo.
- O Banquo, Banquo,
- Our royal master’s murder’d!
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- Woe, alas!
- What, in our house?
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- Too cruel any where.
- Dear Duff, I prithee contradict thyself,
- And say, it is not so.
- Enter Macbeth, Lennox, Rosse.
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- 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.
- What is amiss?
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- You are, and do not know’t.
- The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
- Is stopp’d, the very source of it is stopp’d.
- Your royal father’s murder’d.
- O, by whom?
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- Those of his chamber, as it seem’d, had done’t.
- Their hands and faces were all badg’d with blood;
- So were their daggers, which unwip’d we found
- Upon their pillows. They star’d and were distracted;
- No man’s life was to be trusted with them.
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- O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
- That I did kill them.
- Wherefore did you so?
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- Who can be wise, amaz’d, temp’rate, and furious,
- Loyal, and neutral, in a moment? No man.
- Th’ expedition of my violent love
- Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,
- His silver skin lac’d with his golden blood,
- And his gash’d stabs look’d like a breach in nature
- For ruin’s wasteful entrance; there, the murderers,
- Steep’d in the colors of their trade, their daggers
- Unmannerly breech’d with gore. Who could refrain,
- That had a heart to love, and in that heart
- Courage to make ’s love known?
- Help me hence, ho!
- Look to the lady.
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- Aside to Donalbain
- Why do we hold our tongues,
- That most may claim this argument for ours?
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- Aside to Malcolm
- What should be spoken here, where our fate,
- Hid in an auger-hole, may rush and seize us?
- Let’s away,
- Our tears are not yet brew’d.
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- Aside to Donalbain
- Nor our strong sorrow
- Upon the foot of motion.
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- Look to the lady.
- Lady Macbeth is carried out.
- And when we have our naked frailties hid,
- That suffer in exposure, let us meet
- And question this most bloody piece of work,
- To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us.
- In the great hand of God I stand, and thence
- Against the undivulg’d pretense I fight
- Of treasonous malice.
- And so do I.
- So all.
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- Let’s briefly put on manly readiness,
- And meet i’ th’ hall together.
- Well contented.
- Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain.
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- What will you do? Let’s not consort with them;
- To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
- Which the false man does easy. I’ll to England.
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- To Ireland, I; our separated fortune
- Shall keep us both the safer. Where we are,
- There’s daggers in men’s smiles; the near in blood,
- The nearer bloody.
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- This murderous shaft that’s shot
- Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way
- Is to avoid the aim. Therefore to horse,
- And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,
- But shift away. There’s warrant in that theft
- Which steals itself, when there’s no mercy left.