| ACT II SCENE II | The same. | |
| | Enter LADY MACBETH | |
| LADY MACBETH | That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; | |
| | What hath quench'd them hath given me fire. | |
| | Hark! Peace! | |
| | It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,
Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it: | |
| | 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, | 10 |
| | Whether they live or die. | |
| MACBETH | Within | |
| LADY MACBETH | Alack, I am afraid they have awaked, | |
| | And 'tis not done. The attempt and not the deed
Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready;
He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled
My father as he slept, I had done't. | |
| | Enter MACBETH | |
| | My husband! | |
| MACBETH | I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise? | |
| LADY MACBETH | I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. | |
| | Did not you speak? | 20 |
| MACBETH | When? | |
| LADY MACBETH | Now. | |
| MACBETH | As I descended? | |
| LADY MACBETH | Ay. | |
| MACBETH | Hark! | 25 |
| | Who lies i' the second chamber? | |
| LADY MACBETH | Donalbain. | |
| MACBETH | This is a sorry sight. | |
| | Looking on his hands | |
| LADY MACBETH | A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. | |
| MACBETH | There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried | 30 |
| | 'Murder!' | |
| | That they did wake each other: I stood and heard them: | |
| | But they did say their prayers, and address'd them | |
| | Again to sleep. | |
| LADY MACBETH | There are two lodged together. | 35 |
| MACBETH | One cried 'God bless us!' and 'Amen' the other; | |
| | As they had seen me with these hangman's hands. | |
| | Listening their fear, I could not say 'Amen,' | |
| | When they did say 'God bless us!' | |
| LADY MACBETH | Consider it not so deeply. | 40 |
| MACBETH | But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? | |
| | I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' | |
| | Stuck in my throat. | |
| LADY MACBETH | These deeds must not be thought | |
| | After these ways; so, it will make us mad. | 45 |
| MACBETH | Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more! | |
| | Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep, | |
| | Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care, | |
| | The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, | |
| | Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, | 50 |
| | Chief nourisher in life's feast,-- | |
| LADY MACBETH | What do you mean? | |
| MACBETH | Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house: | |
| | 'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor | |
| | Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.' | 55 |
| LADY MACBETH | Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, | |
| | 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 place? | 60 |
| | They must lie there: go carry them; and smear | |
| | The sleepy grooms with blood. | |
| MACBETH | I'll go no more: | |
| | I am afraid to think what I have done; | |
| | Look on't again I dare not. | 65 |
| LADY MACBETH | Infirm of purpose! | |
| | Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead | |
| | 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 | |
| MACBETH | Whence is that knocking? | |
| | How is't with me, when every noise appals me? | |
| | What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes. | |
| | Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood | 75 |
| | Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather | |
| | The multitudinous seas in incarnadine, | |
| | Making the green one red. | |
| | Re-enter LADY MACBETH | |
| LADY MACBETH | My hands are of your colour; but I shame | |
| | To wear a heart so white. | 80 |
| | 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. | 85 |
| | Knocking within | |
| | Hark! more knocking. | |
| | Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us,
And show us to be watchers. Be not lost | |
| | So poorly in your thoughts. | |
| MACBETH | To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself. | 90 |
| | Knocking within | |
| | Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst! | |
| | Exeunt | |