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   Macbeth
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 


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