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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. Knock within. Mar. Whence is that knocking ? How is 't with me, P when every noise appals me? What hands are here! hah! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? no, this my hand will rather 9 The multitudinous sea' incarnadine, • Making the green one red.

Enter Lady Lady. My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white; I hear a knocking [Knock. 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 — Hark, more knocking! [Knock. Get on your night-gown, left occasion call us, And shew us to be watchers. Be not loft So poorly in your thoughts. Mar. 'To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself.

["Knockey Wake, Duncan, with "thy knocking. *I would thou could'ft!

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Enter a Porter.

[Knocking within. Porter. Here 's a knocking indeed ; if a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key. [Knock.] Knock, knock, knock. Who 's there, i' th' name of Belzebub? here's a farmer that hang'd himself on th' expectation of plenty: come in time, have napkins enough about you, here

you 'll sweat for 't. [Knock.] 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 fake, yet could not equivocate to heaven": Oh, come in, equivocator. [Knock.] Knock, knock, knock. Who 's there? Faith, here's an English taylor coine hither for stealing out of a French hose : come in, taylor, here you may roast your goose. [Knock.] Knock, knock. Never at quiet! what are you? but this place is too cold for hell.

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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. [Knock.] Anon, anon, I pray you, remember the porter.

Enter Macduff, and Lenox. Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, that you do lie so late?

Porter. Faith, sir, we were carousing 'till the second cock; and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.

Macd. What three things does drink especially provoke?

Parter. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, fir, 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 hiin, 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 a to; in conclusion, equivocates

d ; him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.

Macd. I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.

Port. That it did, fir, i' the very throat on me; but I requited him for his lie; and, I think, being too strong for

I him, though he took ' up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him.

Macd. Is thy master stirring?
Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes.

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Enter Macbeth,
Len. Good morrow, noble fir.
Macb. Good morrow, both.
Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy Thane?
Macb. Not yet.

Macd. He did command me to call timely on hin;
I have almost Nipt the hour.

Macb. I'll bring you to him.

Macd. I know this is a joyful trouble to you: But yet 'tis one.

Macb. The labour we delight in, physicks pain. This is the door, Macd. I'll make so bold to call, for 'tis my limited service.

[Exit Macduff. Len. Goes the king hence to-day? Macb. % He does : he did appoint so.

Len. The night lias been unruly; where we lay,
Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say,
Lamentings heard i' th' air, strange streams of death,
* And prophesying, with accents terrible,
Of dire i combuftion and confus'd events,
New hatch'd to th' woeful time: the obscure bird
Clainour'd the live-long night. Soine lay, the earth
Was feverous, and did fhake.

Macb. 'Twas a rough night.

Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel A fellow to it.

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Enter Enter Macduff. Macd. O horror! horror! horror! * Tongue nor heart cannot conceive, nor name thee

Macb. and Lenox. What's the matter?

Macd. Confusion now hath made his master-piece;
Moft facrilegious murther hath broke ope
The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
The life o' th' building.

Macb. What is 't you say? the life?-
Len. Mean you his Majesty ?

Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your fight
With a new Gorgon. Do not bid ine speak;
See, and then speak yourselves. Awake! awake!

[Exeunt Macbeth and Lenox, Ring the alarum-bell - murther ! and trealon ! 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 sprights, To countenance this horror." Ring the bell.

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