See, and then speak yourselves.—Awake! awake !

[Exeunt MACBETH and LENOX. 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 6.

[Bell rings. Enter Lady MACBETH. Lady M. What's the business, That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley The sleepers of the house? speak, speak! Macd.

O, gentle lady! 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak: The repetition, in a woman's ear,

Enter BANQUO.
Would murder as it fell.-0 Banquo ! Banquo !
Our royal master's murder’d!
Lady M.

Woe, alas !
What! in our house?
Ban.

Too cruel, anywhere.
Dear Duff, I prythee, contradict thyself,
And say, it is not so.

Re-enter MACBETH and Lenox’.
Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance,

Ring the bell.] Malone and Steevens omitted these words, on the ground that they were a stage-direction ; whereas they are a repetition of Macduff's order to “ring the alarum bell," and they are moreover necessary to complete the line. Lady Macbeth's speech begins, it is true, with an imperfect hemistich, but such has been the case in many previous instances. If “Ring the bell” had been a stage-direction, it would hardly have been followed by “ Bell rings,” as it stands in all the old copies.

Re-enter Macbeth and Lenox.] The folio, 1623, adds " and Rosse” to this VOL. VII.

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.

Don. What is amiss ? Macb.

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.

Macd. Your royal father's murder'd.
Mal.

O! by whom?
Len. 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.

Macb. O! yet I do repent me of my fury,
That I did kill them.
Macd.

Wherefore did you so ?
Macb. Who can be wise, amaz’d, temperate and

furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment ? No man: The expedition of my violent love Out-ran 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 colours 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?

Lady M.

Help me hence, ho! Macd. Look to the lady. Mal.

Why do we hold our tongues, That most may claim this argument for ours?

Don. 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.
Mal.

Nor our strong sorrow
Upon the foot of motion.
Ban.

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 farther. Fears and scruples shake us : In the great hand of God I stand ; and, thence, Against the undivulg'd pretence I fight ® Of treasonous malice. Macd.

And so do I. AU.

So all. Macb.

Let's briefly put on manly readiness, And meet i’ the hall together. All.

Well contented.

[Exeunt all but Mal. and Don. Mal. 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.

Don. 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.
Mal.

This murderous shaft that's shot

& Against the undivulg'd PRETENCE I fight] “ Pretence” is intention, design, a sense in which the word is often used by Shakespeare. So in the next scene, Rosse asks,“ What good could they pretend ?”

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.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

Without the Castle.

Enter Rosse and an Old Man.

Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember well;
Within the volume of which time I have seen
Hours dreadful, and things strange, but this sore night
Hath trifled former knowings.
Rosse.

Ah! good father,
Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act,
Threaten his bloody stage : by the clock 'tis day,
And yet dark night strangles the travailing lamp'.
Is’t night's predominance, or the day's shame,
That darkness does the face of earth entomb,
When living light should kiss it?
Old M.

'Tis unnatural,
Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last,
A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at, and kill'd.
Rosse. And Duncan's horses (a thing most strange

and certain), Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,

Turn’d wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would
Make war with mankind.
Old M.

'Tis said, they ate each other. Rosse. They did so; to th’ amazement of mine eyes, That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Macduff.

Enter MACDUFF.

How goes the world, sir, now?
Macd.

Why, see you not? Rosse. Is't known, who did this more than bloody

deed? Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain. Rosse.

Alas, the day! What good could they pretend ? Macd.

They were suborn’d.
Malcolm, and Donalbain, the king's two sons,
Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them
Suspicion of the deed.
Rosse.

'Gainst nature still :
Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up?
Thine own life's means !—Then, 'tis most like,
The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.

Macd. He is already nam'd, and gone to Scone
To be invested.

Rosse. Where is Duncan's body?
Macd. Carried to Colme-kill;
The sacred store-house of his predecessors,
And guardian of their bones.
Rosse.

Will you to Scone ?
Macd. No, cousin; I'll to Fife.
Rosse.

Well, I will thither. Macd. Well, may you see things well done there :