Act 1
The Complete Annotated Macbeth
With Numbered Lines
Act 2
Act 3
Act 4
Act 5
Macbeth Study Guide

Annotations by Michael J. Cummings...© 2012
Text: W. J. Craig Oxford Edition

DUNCAN, King of Scotland.
MACBETH & BANQUO, Generals of the King’s Army.
FLEANCE, Son to Banquo.
SIWARD, Earl of Northumberland, General of the English Forces.
SEYTON, an Officer attending Macbeth.
Boy, Son to Macduff.
An English Doctor.
A Scotch Doctor.
A Sergeant.
A Porter.
An Old Man.
Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth.
HECATE and Three Witches.
Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, and Messengers. The Ghost of Banquo, and other Apparitions.

Act 1, Scene 1
A desert heath.

Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches.

First Witch.  When shall we three meet again     
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?       4
Sec. Witch.  When the hurlyburly’s done,     
When the battle’s lost and won.     
Third Witch.  That will be ere the set of sun.     
First Witch.  Where the place?       8
Sec. Witch.        Upon the heath.     
Third Witch.  There to meet with Macbeth.     
First Witch.  I come, Graymalkin!     
Sec. Witch.  Paddock calls.      12
Third Witch.  Anon.     
All.  Fair is foul, and foul is fair:     
Hover through the fog and filthy air.  [Exeunt.

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hurlyburly: Noise and confusion (of the battle).
heath: Open area with shrubs.
Graymalkin: Name of a cat.
paddock: Toad or frog.                                                                                               
Anon: Soon.
Fair . . . fair: Paradoxical foreshadowing indicating that what appears fair to Macbeth later will really be foul.
Exeunt: All characters leave the stage.

Act 1, Scene 2
A Camp near Forres.  
Alarum within. Enter KING DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant.
   Dun.  What bloody man is that? He can report,    
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt       4
The newest state.    
  Mal.        This is the sergeant    
Who, like a good and hardy soldier fought    
’Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!       8
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil    
As thou didst leave it.    
  Serg.        Doubtful it stood;    
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together      12
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald—    
Worthy to be a rebel, for to that    
The multiplying villanies of nature    
Do swarm upon him—from the western isles      16
Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;    
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,    
Show’d like a rebel’s whore: but all’s too weak;    
For brave Macbeth,—well he deserves that name,—      20
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish’d steel,    
Which smok’d with bloody execution,    
Like valour’s minion carv’d out his passage    
Till he fac’d the slave;      24
Which ne’er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,    
Till he unseam’d him from the nave to the chaps,    
And fix’d his head upon our battlements.    
  Dun.      O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!      28
  Serg.  As whence the sun ’gins his reflection    
Shipwracking storms and direful thunders break,    
So from that spring whence comfort seem’d to come    
Discomfort swells. Mark, King of Scotland, mark:      32
No sooner justice had with valour arm’d    
Compell’d these skipping kerns to trust their heels,    
But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage,    
With furbish’d arms and new supplies of men      36
Began a fresh assault.    
  Dun.        Dismay’d not this    
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?    
  Serg.        Yes;      40
As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.    
If I say sooth, I must report they were    
As cannons overcharg’d with double cracks;    
So they      44
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:    
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,    
Or memorize another Golgotha,    
I cannot tell—      48
But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.    
  Dun.  So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;    
They smack of honour both. Go, get him surgeons.  [Exit. Sergeant, attended.    
Enter ROSS.       52

Who comes here?    
  Mal.        The worthy Thane of Ross.    
  Len.  What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look    
That seems to speak things strange.      56
  Ross.        God save the king!    
  Dun.  Whence cam’st thou, worthy thane?    
  Ross.        From Fife, great king;    
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky      60
And fan our people cold. Norway himself,    
With terrible numbers,    
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor,    
The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict;      64
Till that Bellona’s bridegroom, lapp’d in proof,    
Confronted him with self-comparisons,    
Point against point, rebellious arm ’gainst arm,    
Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude,      68
The victory fell on us.—    
  Dun.        Great happiness!    
  Ross.  That now    
Sweno, the Norways’ king, craves composition;      72
Nor would we deign him burial of his men    
Till he disbursed, at Saint Colme’s Inch,    
Ten thousand dollars to our general use.    
  Dun.  No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive      76
Our bosom interest. Go pronounce his present death,    
And with his former title greet Macbeth.    
  Ross.  I’ll see it done.    
  Dun.  What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won.  [Exeunt.      80

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Alarum within: A trumpet call to battle sounds. Within means offstage.
choke their art: Make it difficult to swim.
kerns: Irish foot soldiers.

gallowglasses: Mounted Irish soldiers who wielded axes.
minion: Darling; favorite.

unseamed . . . chaps: Using his sword, Macbeth ripped open Macdonwald from belly to cheeks.
Shipwracking: Shipwrecking.
Norweyan: Norwegian.                                    
If . . .sooth: If I speak the truth.
memorize . . . Golgotha: Make the battlefield as memorable as the place where Christ died.
Thane: Man of elevated rank who held land granted by the king.
Bellona's bridegroom: Macbeth as the bridegroom of the goddess of war.
Saint . . . Inch: Island in the Firth of Forth, the estuary (firth) of the River Forth at Edinburgh, Scotland. The island is named after Saint Columba (Colme). 

Act 1, Scene 3
A Heath.  
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
  First Witch.  Where hast thou been, sister?     
  Sec. Witch.  Killing swine.       4
  Third Witch.  Sister, where thou?     
  First Witch.  A sailor’s wife had chestnuts in her lap,     
And munch’d, and munch’d, and munch’d: ‘Give me,’ quoth I:     
Aroint thee, witch!’ the rump-fed ronyon cries.       8
Her husband’s to Aleppo gone, master o’ the Tiger:     
But in a sieve I’ll thither sail,     
And, like a rat without a tail,     
I’ll do, I’ll do, and I’ll do.      12
  Sec. Witch.  I’ll give thee a wind.     
  First Witch.  Thou’rt kind.     
  Third Witch.  And I another.     
  First Witch.  I myself have all the other;      16
And the very ports they blow,     
All the quarters that they know     
I’ the shipman’s card.     
I’ll drain him dry as hay:      20
Sleep shall neither night nor day     
Hang upon his pent-house lid;     
He shall live a man forbid.     
Weary se’nnights nine times nine      24
Shall he dwindle, peak and pine:     
Though his bark cannot be lost,     
Yet it shall be tempest-tost.     
Look what I have.      28
  Sec. Witch.  Show me, show me.     
  First Witch.  Here I have a pilot’s thumb,     
Wrack’d as homeward he did come.  [Drum within.     
  Third Witch.  A drum! a drum!      32
Macbeth doth come.     
  All.  The weird sisters, hand in hand,     
Posters of the sea and land,     
Thus do go about, about:      36
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,     
And thrice again, to make up nine.     
Peace! the charm’s wound up.     
Enter MACBETH and BANQUO.       40

  Macb.  So foul and fair a day I have not seen.     
  Ban.  How far is ’t call’d to Forres? What are these,     
So wither’d and so wild in their attire,     
That look not like th’ inhabitants o’ the earth,      44
And yet are on’t? Live you? or are you aught     
That man may question? You seem to understand me,     
By each at once her choppy finger laying     
Upon her skinny lips: you should be women,      48
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret     
That you are so.     
  Macb.        Speak, if you can: what are you?     
  First Witch.  All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!      52
  Sec. Witch.  All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!     
  Third Witch.  All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter.     
  Ban.  Good sir, why do you start, and seem to fear     
Things that do sound so fair? I’ the name of truth,      56
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed     
Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner     
You greet with present grace and great prediction     
Of noble having and of royal hope,      60
That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not.     
If you can look into the seeds of time,     
And say which grain will grow and which will not,     
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear      64
Your favours nor your hate.     
  First Witch.  Hail!     
  Sec. Witch.  Hail!     
  Third Witch.  Hail!      68
  First Witch.  Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.     
  Sec. Witch.  Not so happy, yet much happier.     
  Third Witch.  Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:     
So, all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!      72
  First Witch.  Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!     
  Macb.  Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:     
By Sinel’s death I know I am Thane of Glamis;     
But how of Cawdor? the Thane of Cawdor lives,      76
A prosperous gentleman; and to be king     
Stands not within the prospect of belief     
No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence     
You owe this strange intelligence? or why      80
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way     
With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you.  [Witches vanish.     
  Ban.  The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,     
And these are of them. Whither are they vanish’d?      84
  Macb.  Into the air, and what seem’d corporal melted     
As breath into the wind. Would they had stay’d!     
  Ban.  Were such things here as we do speak about?     
Or have we eaten on the insane root      88
That takes the reason prisoner?     
  Macb.  Your children shall be kings.     
  Ban.        You shall be king.     
  Macb.  And Thane of Cawdor too; went it not so?      92
  Ban.  To the self-same tune and words. Who’s here?     
Enter ROSS and ANGUS.
  Ross.  The king hath happily receiv’d, Macbeth,     
The news of thy success; and when he reads      96
Thy personal venture in the rebels’ fight,     
His wonders and his praises do contend     
Which should be thine or his. Silenc’d with that,     
In viewing o’er the rest o’ the self-same day,     100
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,     
Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,     
Strange images of death. As thick as hail     
Came post with post, and every one did bear     104
Thy praises in his kingdom’s great defence,     
And pour’d them down before him.     
  Ang.        We are sent     
To give thee from our royal master thanks;     108
Only to herald thee into his sight,     
Not pay thee.     
  Ross.  And, for an earnest of a greater honour,     
He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor:     112
In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!     
For it is thine.     
  Ban.        What! can the devil speak true?     
  Macb.  The Thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me     116
In borrow’d robes?     
  Ang.        Who was the thane lives yet;     
But under heavy judgment bears that life     
Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combin’d     120
With those of Norway, or did line the rebel     
With hidden help or vantage, or that with both     
He labour’d in his country’s wrack, I know not;     
But treasons capital, confess’d and prov’d,     124
Have overthrown him.     
  Macb.  [Aside.] Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor:     
The greatest is behind. [To ROSS and ANGUS.] Thanks for your pains.     
[To BANQUO.] Do you not hope your children shall be kings,     128
When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me     
Promis’d no less to them?     
  Ban.        That, trusted home,     
Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,     132
Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But ’tis strange:     
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,     
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,     
Win us with honest trifles, to betray’s     136
In deepest consequence.     
Cousins, a word, I pray you.     
  Macb.        [Aside.] Two truths are told,     
As happy prologues to the swelling act     140
Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentlemen.     
[Aside.] This supernatural soliciting     
Cannot be ill, cannot be good; if ill,     
Why hath it given me earnest of success,     144
Commencing in a truth? I am Thane of Cawdor:     
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion     
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair     
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,     148
Against the use of nature? Present fears     
Are less than horrible imaginings;     
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,     
Shakes so my single state of man that function     152
Is smother’d in surmise, and nothing is     
But what is not.     
  Ban.        Look, how our partner’s rapt.     
  Macb.  [Aside.] If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,     156
Without my stir.     
  Ban.        New honours come upon him,     
Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould     
But with the aid of use.     160
  Macb.        [Aside.] Come what come may,     
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.     
  Ban.  Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.     
  Macb.  Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought     164
With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
Are register’d where every day I turn
The leaf to read them
. Let us toward the king.     
Think upon what hath chanc’d; and, at more time,     168
The interim having weigh’d it, let us speak     
Our free hearts each to other.     
  Ban.        Very gladly.     
  Macb.  Till then, enough. Come, friends.  [Exeunt.     172

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Aroint thee: Remove yourself; go away; get out of here.
: Ronion, a scabby or mangy creature.
: Syrian city that was once an important link on a caravan route.
: Blow into; stop at.
shipman's card
: Compass.
pent-house lid: Upper eyelid.
: Seven nights--that is, a week.
bark: Ship.
pilot: Sea captain.
: Shipwrecked.
: Riders; travelers.
: Anything.
Are ye fantastical
: Are you imaginary.
Sinel: Father of Macbeth.
corporal: Corporeal; flesh and blood.
insane root: Plant that causes madness when eaten, possibly henbane.
your pains . . . read them: Macbeth thanks Ross and Angus, saying their efforts are registered in his memory. Macbeth compares his memory to a book in which he turns a page (leaf) to "read" about an incident from the past.

Act 1, Scene 4
Forres. A Room in the Palace.
Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, and Attendants.
  Dun.  Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not     
Those in commission yet return’d?       4
  Mal.        My liege,     
They are not yet come back; but I have spoke     
With one that saw him die; who did report     
That very frankly he confess’d his treasons,       8
Implor’d your highness’ pardon and set forth     
A deep repentance. Nothing in his life     
Became him like the leaving it; he died     
As one that had been studied in his death      12
To throw away the dearest thing he ow’d,     
As ’twere a careless trifle.     
  Dun.        There’s no art     
To find the mind’s construction in the face:      16
He was a gentleman on whom I built     
An absolute trust.     
O worthiest cousin!      20
The sin of my ingratitude even now     
Was heavy on me. Thou art so far before     
That swiftest wing of recompense is slow     
To overtake thee; would thou hadst less deserv’d,      24
That the proportion both of thanks and payment     
Might have been mine! only I have left to say,     
More is thy due than more than all can pay.     
  Macb.  The service and the loyalty I owe,      28
In doing it, pays itself. Your highness’ part     
Is to receive our duties: and our duties     
Are to your throne and state, children and servants;     
Which do but what they should, by doing everything      32
Safe toward your love and honour.     
  Dun.        Welcome hither:     
I have begun to plant thee, and will labour    
To make thee full of growing
. Noble Banquo,      36
That hast no less deserv’d, nor must be known     
No less to have done so, let me infold thee     
And hold thee to my heart.     
  Ban.        There if I grow,      40
The harvest is your own.     
  Dun.        My plenteous joys     
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves     
In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes,      44
And you whose places are the nearest, know     
We will establish our estate upon     
Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter     
The Prince of Cumberland; which honour must      48
Not unaccompanied invest him on,     
But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine     
On all deservers. From hence to Inverness,     
And bind us further to you.      52
  Macb.  The rest is labour, which is not us’d for you:     
I’ll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful     
The hearing of my wife with your approach;     
So, humbly take my leave.      56
  Dun.        My worthy Cawdor!     
  Macb.  [Aside.] The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step     
On which I must fall down, or else o’er-leap,     
For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires!      60
Let not light see my black and deep desires;     
The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be     
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.  [Exit.     
  Dun.  True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant,      64
And in his commendations I am fed;     
It is a banquet to me. Let’s after him,     
Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:     
It is a peerless kinsman.  [Flourish. Exeunt.   

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Forres: Site of the king's palace, about twenty-five miles from Macbeth's castle at Inverness.
Flourish: Sounding of trumpets to herald the entrance of dignitaries.
Those in commission: Persons of high rank summoned to hear the case against an accused person.
liege: Lord.
I have . . . growing: King Duncan compares Macbeth to a plant that he will nurture.
The rest . . . you: Compared with serving you--which is an honor and a pleasure--everything else I do is boring and tedious.
harbinger: One who goes ahead to alert others of the coming of a great person or event.

Act 1, Scene 5

Inverness. MACBETH’S Castle.
Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter.
They met me in the day of success; and I have learned by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all-hailed me, ‘Thane of Cawdor;’ by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with, ‘Hail, king that shalt be!’ This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou mightest not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.    

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be       4
What thou art promis’d. Yet do I fear thy nature;     
It is too full o’ the milk of human kindness     
To catch the nearest way; thou wouldst be great,     
Art not without ambition, but without       8
The illness should attend it; what thou wouldst highly,     
That thou wouldst holily; wouldst not play false,     
And yet wouldst wrongly win; thou ’dst have, great Glamis,     
That which cries, ‘Thus thou must do, if thou have it;’      12
And that which rather thou dost fear to do     
Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,     
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear,     
And chastise with the valour of my tongue      16
All that impedes thee from the golden round,     
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem     
To have thee crown’d withal.     
Enter a Messenger.       20
        What is your tidings?     
  Mess.  The king comes here to-night.     
  Lady M.        Thou’rt mad to say it.     
Is not thy master with him? who, were’t so,      24
Would have inform’d for preparation.     
  Mess.  So please you, it is true: our thane is coming;     
One of my fellows had the speed of him,     
Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more      28
Than would make up his message.     
  Lady M.        Give him tending;     
He brings great news.—[Exit Messenger.] The raven himself is hoarse     
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan      32
Under my battlements. Come, you spirits     
That tend on mortal thoughts! unsex me here,     
And fill me from the crown to the toe top full     
Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood,      36
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,     
That no compunctious visitings of nature     
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between     
The effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts,      40
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,     
Wherever in your sightless substances     
You wait on nature’s mischief! Come, thick night,     
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,      44
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,     
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,     
To cry, ‘Hold, hold!’     
Enter MACBETH.       48
Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!     
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!     
Thy letters have transported me beyond     
This ignorant present, and I feel now      52
The future in the instant.     
  Macb.        My dearest love,     
Duncan comes here to-night.     
  Lady M.        And when goes hence?      56
  Macb.  To-morrow, as he purposes.     
  Lady M.        O! never     
Shall sun that morrow see.     
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men      60
May read strange matters. To beguile the time,     
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,     
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,     
But be the serpent under ’t. He that’s coming      64
Must be provided for; and you shall put     
This night’s great business into my dispatch;     
Which shall to all our nights and days to come     
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.      68
  Macb.  We will speak further.     
  Lady M.        Only look up clear;     
To alter favour ever is to fear.     
Leave all the rest to me.  [Exeunt.

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illness: Desire to do evil.
metaphysical aid: Supernatural aid; aid of the witches.
withal: With.
had . . . him: Overtook Macbeth; raced ahead.
tending: Attention.
compunctious visitings: Pricks of conscience; feelings of guilt; fear of doing wrong.
sovereign sway: The power of being king.
look up clear: Act normally; look innocent.
To alter favor: To change your look; to change your resolve.

Act 1, Scene 6

The Same. Before the Castle. 
Hautboys and torches. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENNOX, MACDUFF, ROSS, ANGUS, and Attendants.
  Dun.  This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air     
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself       4
Unto our gentle senses.     
  Ban.        This guest of summer,     
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve     
By his lov’d mansionry that the heaven’s breath       8
Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,
Buttress, nor coign of vantage
, but this bird     
Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle:     
Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ’d      12
The air is delicate.     
  Dun.        See, see, our honour’d hostess!     
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble,      16
Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you     
How you shall bid God ’eyld us for your pains,     
And thank us for your trouble.     
  Lady M.        All our service,      20
In every point twice done, and then done double,     
Were poor and single business, to contend     
Against those honours deep and broad wherewith     
Your majesty loads our house: for those of old,      24
And the late dignities heap’d up to them,     
We rest your hermits.     
  Dun.        Where’s the Thane of Cawdor?     
We cours’d him at the heels, and had a purpose      28
To be his purveyor; but he rides well,     
And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him     
To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,     
We are your guest to-night.      32
  Lady M.        Your servants ever     
Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt,     
To make their audit at your highness’ pleasure,     
Still to return your own.      36
  Dun.        Give me your hand;     
Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly,     
And shall continue our graces towards him.     
By your leave, hostess.  [Exeunt.

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hautboy (pronounced OH bwah): Musical instrument resembling an oboe. In this scene, hautboys are played as the characters enter.
martlet: Martin, a bird that sometimes constructs its nest on a building.
no jutty . . . coign of vantage: There is no convenient place, such as a jutty (an outcropping) or coign (corner) for the bird to construct its nest. Nevertheless, it manages to build one anyway.
'eyld: Reward.
hermits: Holy men who pray for the king.
cours'd: Followed; chased.
purveyor: One who rides ahead to prepare a castle or another place for the arrival of royalty.
holp: Helped.
compt: Count; account; reckoning.

Act 1, Scene 7
The Same. A Room in the Castle.    
Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over the stage, a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and service. Then, enter MACBETH.
  Macb.  If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well     
It were done quickly; if the assassination       4
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch     
With his surcease success; that but this blow     
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,     
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,       8
We’d jump the life to come. But in these cases     
We still have judgment here; that we but teach     
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return     
To plague the inventor; this even-handed justice      12
Commends the ingredients of our poison’d chalice     
To our own lips. He’s here in double trust:     
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,     
Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,      16
Who should against his murderer shut the door,     
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan     
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been     
So clear in his great office, that his virtues      20
Will plead like angels trumpet-tongu’d against     
The deep damnation of his taking-off;     
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,     
Striding the blast, or heaven’s cherubin, hors’d      24
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,     
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,     
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur     
To prick the sides of my intent, but only      28
Vaulting ambition, which o’er-leaps itself     
And falls on the other.—     
How now! what news?      32
  Lady M.  He has almost supp’d: why have you left the chamber?     
  Macb.  Hath he ask’d for me?     
  Lady M.        Know you not he has?     
  Macb.  We will proceed no further in this business:      36
He hath honour’d me of late; and I have bought     
Golden opinions from all sorts of people,     
Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,     
Not cast aside so soon.      40
  Lady M.        Was the hope drunk,     
Wherein you dress’d yourself? hath it slept since,     
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale     
At what it did so freely? From this time      44
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard     
To be the same in thine own act and valour     
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that     
Which thou esteem’st the ornament of life,      48
And live a coward in thine own esteem,     
Letting ‘I dare not’ wait upon ‘I would,’     
Like the poor cat i’ the adage?     
  Macb.        Prithee, peace.      52
I dare do all that may become a man;     
Who dares do more is none.     
  Lady M.        What beast was’t, then,     
That made you break this enterprise to me?      56
When you durst do it then you were a man;     
And, to be more than what you were, you would     
Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both
:      60
They have made themselves, and that their fitness now     
Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know     
How tender ’tis to love the babe that milks me:     
I would, while it was smiling in my face,      64
Have pluck’d my nipple from his boneless gums,     
And dash’d the brains out, had I so sworn as you     
Have done to this.     
  Macb.        If we should fail,—      68
  Lady M.        We fail!     
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,     
And we’ll not fail. When Duncan is asleep,     
Whereto the rather shall his day’s hard journey      72
Soundly invite him, his two chamberlains     
Will I with wine and wassail so convince     
That memory, the warder of the brain,     
Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason      76
A limbeck only; when in swinish sleep     
Their drenched natures lie, as in a death,     
What cannot you and I perform upon     
The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon      80
His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt     
Of our great quell?     
  Macb.        Bring forth men-children only;     
For thy undaunted mettle should compose      84
Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv’d,     
When we have mark’d with blood those sleepy two     
Of his own chamber and us’d their very daggers,     
That they have done’t?      88
  Lady M.        Who dares receive it other,     
As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar     
Upon his death?     
  Macb.        I am settled, and bend up      92
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.     
Away, and mock the time with fairest show:     
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.  [Exeunt.

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: Server.
trammel up
: Prevent; restrict.
: Death.
: Jeopardize.
: Unseen; invisible.
Nor time . . . both
: Earlier, we did not have a time and place to murder Duncan. But you were ready to plan and execute the