Lady Macbeth
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold;
What hath quenchd them hath given me fire.
Hark! Peace!
It was the owl that shriekd, the fatal bellman,
Which gives the sternst good-night. He is about it:
The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms
Do mock their charge with snores: I have druggd
their possets,
That death and nature do contend about them,
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 donet.
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?
Macbeth
When?
Lady Macbeth
Macbeth
As I descended?
Lady Macbeth
Macbeth
Hark!
Who lies i the second chamber?
Lady Macbeth
Macbeth, looking on his hands.
Lady Macbeth
A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.
Macbeth
Lady Macbeth
There are two lodged together.
Macbeth
One cried God bless us! and Amen the other;
As they had seen me with these hangmans hands.
Listening their fear, I could not say Amen,
When they did say God bless us!
Lady Macbeth
Macbeth
Lady Macbeth
These deeds must not be thought
After these ways; so, it will make us mad.
Macbeth
Methought I heard a voice cry sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravelld sleeve of care,
The death of each days life, sore labours bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great natures second course,
Chief nourisher in lifes feast
Lady Macbeth
What do you mean?
Macbeth
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?
They must lie there: go carry them; and smear
The sleepy grooms with blood.
Macbeth
Ill go no more:
I am afraid to think what I have done;
Look ont again I dare not.
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,
Ill gild the faces of the grooms withal;
For it must seem their guilt.
Macbeth
Whence is that knocking?
How ist with me, when every noise appals me?
What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes.
Will all great Neptunes ocean wash this blood
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.
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.
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.
Knocking within.