Speeches (Lines) for Lady Macbeth in "The Tragedy of Macbeth"

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1 I / 5
  • 'They met me in the day of success: and I have
    learned by the perfectest rep...
  • '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
    mightst 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
    What thou art promised: 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
    The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly,
    That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
    And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'ldst have, great Glamis,
    That which cries 'Thus thou must do, if thou have it;
    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
    All that impedes thee from the golden round,
    Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
    To have thee crown'd withal.
    [Enter a Messenger]
    What is your tidings?
  • Duncan. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant,
    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.

    Lady Macbeth. '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
    mightst 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
    What thou art promised: 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
    The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly,
    That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
    And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'ldst have, great Glamis,
    That which cries 'Thus thou must do, if thou have it;
    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
    All that impedes thee from the golden round,
    Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
    To have thee crown'd withal.
    [Enter a Messenger]
    What is your tidings?

2 I / 5
  • Thou'rt mad to say it:
    Is not thy master with him? who, were't so,
    Would...
  • Thou'rt mad to say it:
    Is not thy master with him? who, were't so,
    Would have inform'd for preparation.
  • Messenger. The king comes here to-night.

    Lady Macbeth. Thou'rt mad to say it:
    Is not thy master with him? who, were't so,
    Would have inform'd for preparation.

3 I / 5
  • Give him tending;
    He brings great news.
    [Exit Messenger]
    The rave...
  • Give him tending;
    He brings great news.
    [Exit Messenger]
    The raven himself is hoarse
    That croaks the fatal entërance of Duncan
    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.
    Stop up th’accèss and passage to remorse,
    That no compunctious visitings of nature
    Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
    Th’effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts,
    And take my milk for gall, you murd’ring ministers,
    Wherever in your sightless substances
    You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
    And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
    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]
    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
    The future in the instant.
  • Messenger. 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
    Than would make up his message.

    Lady Macbeth. Give him tending;
    He brings great news.
    [Exit Messenger]
    The raven himself is hoarse
    That croaks the fatal entërance of Duncan
    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.
    Stop up th’accèss and passage to remorse,
    That no compunctious visitings of nature
    Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
    Th’effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts,
    And take my milk for gall, you murd’ring ministers,
    Wherever in your sightless substances
    You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
    And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
    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]
    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
    The future in the instant.

4 I / 5
  • And when goes hence?
  • And when goes hence?
  • Macbeth. My dearest love,
    Duncan comes here to-night.

    Lady Macbeth. And when goes hence?

5 I / 5
  • O, never
    Shall sun that morrow see!
    Your face, my thane, is as a book wh...
  • O, never
    Shall sun that morrow see!
    Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
    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
    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.
  • Macbeth. To-morrow, as he purposes.

    Lady Macbeth. O, never
    Shall sun that morrow see!
    Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
    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
    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.

6 I / 5
  • Only look up clear;
    To alter favour ever is to fear:
    Leave all the rest...
  • Only look up clear;
    To alter favour ever is to fear:
    Leave all the rest to me.
  • Macbeth. We will speak further.

    Lady Macbeth. Only look up clear;
    To alter favour ever is to fear:
    Leave all the rest to me.

7 I / 6
  • All our service
    In every point twice done and then done double
    Were poor...
  • All our service
    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,
    And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
    We rest your hermits.
  • Duncan. See, see, our honour'd hostess!
    The love that follows us sometime is our trouble,
    Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you
    How you shall bid God 'ild us for your pains,
    And thank us for your trouble.

    Lady Macbeth. All our service
    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,
    And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
    We rest your hermits.

8 I / 6
  • Your servants ever
    Have theirs, themselves and what is theirs, in compt,
  • 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.
  • Duncan. Where's the thane of Cawdor?
    We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose
    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.

    Lady Macbeth. 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.

9 I / 7
  • He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber?
  • He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber?
  • Macbeth. If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
    It were done quickly: if the assassination
    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,
    We'ld 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
    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,
    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
    Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
    The deep damnation of his taking-off;
    And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
    Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
    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
    Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
    And falls on the other.
    [Enter LADY MACBETH]
    How now! what news?

    Lady Macbeth. He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber?

10 I / 7
  • Know you not he has?
  • Know you not he has?
  • Macbeth. Hath he ask'd for me?

    Lady Macbeth. Know you not he has?

11 I / 7
  • Was the hope drunk
    Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since?
    An...
  • 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
    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,
    And live a coward in thine own esteem,
    Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,'
    Like the poor cat i' the adage?
  • Macbeth. We will proceed no further in this business:
    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.

    Lady Macbeth. 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
    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,
    And live a coward in thine own esteem,
    Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,'
    Like the poor cat i' the adage?

12 I / 7
  • What beast was't, then,
    That made you break this enterprise to me?
    When...
  • What beast was't, then,
    That made you break this enterprise to me?
    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:
    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,
    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.
  • Macbeth. Prithee, peace:
    I dare do all that may become a man;
    Who dares do more is none.

    Lady Macbeth. What beast was't, then,
    That made you break this enterprise to me?
    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:
    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,
    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.

13 I / 7
  • We fail!
    But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
    And we'll not fai...
  • 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
    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
    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
    His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt
    Of our great quell?
  • Macbeth. If we should fail?

    Lady Macbeth. 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
    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
    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
    His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt
    Of our great quell?

14 I / 7
  • Who dares receive it other,
    As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
  • Who dares receive it other,
    As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
    Upon his death?
  • Macbeth. Bring forth men-children only;
    For thy undaunted mettle should compose
    Nothing but males. Will it not be received,
    When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two
    Of his own chamber and used their very daggers,
    That they have done't?

    Lady Macbeth. Who dares receive it other,
    As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
    Upon his death?

15 II / 2
  • That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold;
    What hath quench'd them h...
  • 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,
    Whether they live or die.
  • Macbeth. Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
    She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.
    [Exit Servant]
    Is this a dagger which I see before me,
    The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
    I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
    Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
    To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
    A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
    Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
    I see thee yet, in form as palpable
    As this which now I draw.
    Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;
    And such an instrument I was to use.
    Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
    Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
    And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
    Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
    It is the bloody business which informs
    Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld
    Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
    The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
    Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder,
    Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
    Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.
    With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
    Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
    Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
    Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
    And take the present horror from the time,
    Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:
    Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
    [A bell rings]
    I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
    Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
    That summons thee to heaven or to hell.

    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,
    Whether they live or die.

16 II / 2
  • Alack, I am afraid they have awaked,
    And 'tis not done. The attempt and not...
  • 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. [Within] Who's there? what, ho!

    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!

17 II / 2
  • I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.
    Did not you speak?
  • I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.
    Did not you speak?
  • 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?

18 II / 2
  • Now.
  • Now.
  • Macbeth. When?

    Lady Macbeth. Now.

19 II / 2
  • Ay.
  • Ay.
  • Macbeth. As I descended?

    Lady Macbeth. Ay.

20 II / 2
  • Donalbain.
  • Donalbain.
  • Macbeth. Hark!
    Who lies i' the second chamber?

    Lady Macbeth. Donalbain.

21 II / 2
  • A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.
  • A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.
  • Macbeth. This is a sorry sight.

    Lady Macbeth. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.

22 II / 2
  • There are two lodged together.
  • There are two lodged together.
  • Macbeth. There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried
    '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.

23 II / 2
  • Consider it not so deeply.
  • Consider it not so deeply.
  • 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.

24 II / 2
  • These deeds must not be thought
    After these ways; so, it will make us mad.
  • These deeds must not be thought
    After these ways; so, it will make us mad.
  • 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.

25 II / 2
  • What do you mean?
  • What do you mean?
  • 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,
    Chief nourisher in life's feast,--

    Lady Macbeth. What do you mean?

26 II / 2
  • Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane,
    You do unbend your noble stre...
  • 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. 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.'

    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.

27 II / 2
  • Infirm of purpose!
    Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead
    Are bu...
  • 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.
  • Macbeth. I'll go no more:
    I am afraid to think what I have done;
    Look on't 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,
    I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal;
    For it must seem their guilt.

28 II / 2
  • My hands are of your colour; but I shame
    To wear a heart so white.
    [Knoc...
  • My hands are of your colour; but I shame
    To wear a heart so white.
    [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.
    [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. 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
    Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
    The multitudinous seas in incarnadine,
    Making the green one red.

    Lady Macbeth. My hands are of your colour; but I shame
    To wear a heart so white.
    [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.
    [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.

29 II / 3
  • What's the business,
    That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
    The sle...
  • What's the business,
    That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
    The sleepers of the house? speak, speak!
  • Macduff. Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
    With a new Gorgon: do not bid me speak;
    See, and then speak yourselves.
    [Exeunt MACBETH and LENNOX]
    Awake, awake!
    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.

    Lady Macbeth. What's the business,
    That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
    The sleepers of the house? speak, speak!

30 II / 3
  • Woe, alas!
    What, in our house?
  • Woe, alas!
    What, in our house?
  • Macduff. O gentle lady,
    'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak:
    The repetition, in a woman's ear,
    Would murder as it fell.
    [Enter BANQUO]
    O Banquo, Banquo,
    Our royal master 's murder'd!

    Lady Macbeth. Woe, alas!
    What, in our house?

31 II / 3
  • Help me hence, ho!
  • Help me hence, ho!
  • Macbeth. Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,
    Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man:
    The expedition my violent love
    Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,
    His silver skin laced 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 Macbeth. Help me hence, ho!

32 III / 1
  • If he had been forgotten,
    It had been as a gap in our great feast,
    And a...
  • If he had been forgotten,
    It had been as a gap in our great feast,
    And all-thing unbecoming.
  • Macbeth. Here's our chief guest.

    Lady Macbeth. If he had been forgotten,
    It had been as a gap in our great feast,
    And all-thing unbecoming.

33 III / 2
  • Is Banquo gone from court?
  • Is Banquo gone from court?
  • Macbeth. I'll call upon you straight: abide within.
    [Exeunt Murderers]
    It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul's flight,
    If it find heaven, must find it out to-night.

    Lady Macbeth. Is Banquo gone from court?

34 III / 2
  • Say to the king, I would attend his leisure
    For a few words.
  • Say to the king, I would attend his leisure
    For a few words.
  • Servant. Ay, madam, but returns again to-night.

    Lady Macbeth. Say to the king, I would attend his leisure
    For a few words.

35 III / 2
  • Nought's had, all's spent,
    Where our desire is got without content:
    'Tis...
  • Nought's had, all's spent,
    Where our desire is got without content:
    'Tis safer to be that which we destroy
    Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
    [Enter MACBETH]
    How now, my lord! why do you keep alone,
    Of sorriest fancies your companions making,
    Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
    With them they think on? Things without all remedy
    Should be without regard: what's done is done.
  • Servant. Madam, I will.

    Lady Macbeth. Nought's had, all's spent,
    Where our desire is got without content:
    'Tis safer to be that which we destroy
    Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
    [Enter MACBETH]
    How now, my lord! why do you keep alone,
    Of sorriest fancies your companions making,
    Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
    With them they think on? Things without all remedy
    Should be without regard: what's done is done.

36 III / 2
  • Come on;
    Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
    Be bright and jov...
  • Come on;
    Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
    Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.
  • Macbeth. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it:
    She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice
    Remains in danger of her former tooth.
    But let the frame of things disjoint, both the
    worlds suffer,
    Ere we will eat our meal in fear and sleep
    In the affliction of these terrible dreams
    That shake us nightly: better be with the dead,
    Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
    Than on the torture of the mind to lie
    In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave;
    After life's fitful fever he sleeps well;
    Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,
    Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
    Can touch him further.

    Lady Macbeth. Come on;
    Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
    Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.

37 III / 2
  • You must leave this.
  • You must leave this.
  • Macbeth. So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you:
    Let your remembrance apply to Banquo;
    Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue:
    Unsafe the while, that we
    Must lave our honours in these flattering streams,
    And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
    Disguising what they are.

    Lady Macbeth. You must leave this.

38 III / 2
  • But in them nature's copy's not eterne.
  • But in them nature's copy's not eterne.
  • Macbeth. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
    Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.

    Lady Macbeth. But in them nature's copy's not eterne.

39 III / 2
  • What's to be done?
  • What's to be done?
  • Macbeth. There's comfort yet; they are assailable;
    Then be thou jocund: ere the bat hath flown
    His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summons
    The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums
    Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done
    A deed of dreadful note.

    Lady Macbeth. What's to be done?

40 III / 4
  • Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;
    For my heart speaks they are w...
  • Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;
    For my heart speaks they are welcome.
  • Macbeth. Ourself will mingle with society,
    And play the humble host.
    Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time
    We will require her welcome.

    Lady Macbeth. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;
    For my heart speaks they are welcome.

41 III / 4
  • My royal lord,
    You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold
    That is not...
  • My royal lord,
    You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold
    That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a-making,
    'Tis given with welcome: to feed were best at home;
    From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony;
    Meeting were bare without it.
  • Macbeth. Thanks for that:
    There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled
    Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
    No teeth for the present. Get thee gone: to-morrow
    We'll hear, ourselves, again.

    Lady Macbeth. My royal lord,
    You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold
    That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a-making,
    'Tis given with welcome: to feed were best at home;
    From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony;
    Meeting were bare without it.

42 III / 4
  • Sit, worthy friends: my lord is often thus,
    And hath been from his youth: pr...
  • Sit, worthy friends: my lord is often thus,
    And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep seat;
    The fit is momentary; upon a thought
    He will again be well: if much you note him,
    You shall offend him and extend his passion:
    Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?
  • Ross. Gentlemen, rise: his highness is not well.

    Lady Macbeth. Sit, worthy friends: my lord is often thus,
    And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep seat;
    The fit is momentary; upon a thought
    He will again be well: if much you note him,
    You shall offend him and extend his passion:
    Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?

43 III / 4
  • O proper stuff!
    This is the very painting of your fear:
    This is the air-...
  • O proper stuff!
    This is the very painting of your fear:
    This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,
    Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts,
    Impostors to true fear, would well become
    A woman's story at a winter's fire,
    Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!
    Why do you make such faces? When all's done,
    You look but on a stool.
  • Macbeth. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
    Which might appal the devil.

    Lady Macbeth. O proper stuff!
    This is the very painting of your fear:
    This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,
    Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts,
    Impostors to true fear, would well become
    A woman's story at a winter's fire,
    Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!
    Why do you make such faces? When all's done,
    You look but on a stool.

44 III / 4
  • What, quite unmann'd in folly?
  • What, quite unmann'd in folly?
  • Macbeth. Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo!
    how say you?
    Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.
    If charnel-houses and our graves must send
    Those that we bury back, our monuments
    Shall be the maws of kites.

    Lady Macbeth. What, quite unmann'd in folly?

45 III / 4
  • Fie, for shame!
  • Fie, for shame!
  • Macbeth. If I stand here, I saw him.

    Lady Macbeth. Fie, for shame!

46 III / 4
  • My worthy lord,
    Your noble friends do lack you.
  • My worthy lord,
    Your noble friends do lack you.
  • Macbeth. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time,
    Ere human statute purged the gentle weal;
    Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd
    Too terrible for the ear: the times have been,
    That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
    And there an end; but now they rise again,
    With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
    And push us from our stools: this is more strange
    Than such a murder is.

    Lady Macbeth. My worthy lord,
    Your noble friends do lack you.

47 III / 4
  • Think of this, good peers,
    But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;
    Only...
  • Think of this, good peers,
    But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;
    Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
  • Macbeth. Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!
    Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
    Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
    Which thou dost glare with!

    Lady Macbeth. Think of this, good peers,
    But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;
    Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

48 III / 4
  • You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,
    With most admired diso...
  • You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,
    With most admired disorder.
  • Macbeth. What man dare, I dare:
    Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
    The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger;
    Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
    Shall never tremble: or be alive again,
    And dare me to the desert with thy sword;
    If trembling I inhabit then, protest me
    The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!
    Unreal mockery, hence!
    [GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes]
    Why, so: being gone,
    I am a man again. Pray you, sit still.

    Lady Macbeth. You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,
    With most admired disorder.

49 III / 4
  • I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse;
    Question enrages him. At on...
  • I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse;
    Question enrages him. At once, good night:
    Stand not upon the order of your going,
    But go at once.
  • Ross. What sights, my lord?

    Lady Macbeth. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse;
    Question enrages him. At once, good night:
    Stand not upon the order of your going,
    But go at once.

50 III / 4
  • A kind good night to all!
  • A kind good night to all!
  • Lennox. Good night; and better health
    Attend his majesty!

    Lady Macbeth. A kind good night to all!

51 III / 4
  • Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
  • Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
  • Macbeth. It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood:
    Stones have been known to move and trees to speak;
    Augurs and understood relations have
    By magot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth
    The secret'st man of blood. What is the night?

    Lady Macbeth. Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

52 III / 4
  • Did you send to him, sir?
  • Did you send to him, sir?
  • Macbeth. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person
    At our great bidding?

    Lady Macbeth. Did you send to him, sir?

53 III / 4
  • You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
  • You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
  • Macbeth. I hear it by the way; but I will send:
    There's not a one of them but in his house
    I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow,
    And betimes I will, to the weird sisters:
    More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know,
    By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good,
    All causes shall give way: I am in blood
    Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more,
    Returning were as tedious as go o'er:
    Strange things I have in head, that will to hand;
    Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.

    Lady Macbeth. You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

54 V / 1
  • Yet here's a spot.
  • Yet here's a spot.
  • Gentlewoman. It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus
    washing her hands: I have known her continue in
    this a quarter of an hour.

    Lady Macbeth. Yet here's a spot.

55 V / 1
  • Out, damned spot; out, I say! –One, two: why
    then, 'tis time to do't. Hell...
  • Out, damned spot; out, I say! –One, two: why
    then, 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky! Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier,
    and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our
    power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have
    had so much blood in him.
  • Doctor. Hark! she speaks: I will set down what comes from
    her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.

    Lady Macbeth. Out, damned spot; out, I say! –One, two: why
    then, 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky! Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier,
    and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our
    power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have
    had so much blood in him.

56 V / 1
  • The Thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? What, will
    these hands ne'...
  • The Thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? What, will
    these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that.
    You mar all with this starting.
  • Doctor. Do you mark that?

    Lady Macbeth. The Thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? What, will
    these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that.
    You mar all with this starting.

57 V / 1
  • Here's the smell of the blood still. All the perfumes of Arabia will
    not s...
  • Here's the smell of the blood still. All the perfumes of Arabia will
    not sweeten this little hand. O, O, O!
  • Gentlewoman. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of
    that: heaven knows what she has known.

    Lady Macbeth. Here's the smell of the blood still. All the perfumes of Arabia will
    not sweeten this little hand. O, O, O!

58 V / 1
  • Wash your hands, put on your nightgown, look not so pale. I
    tell you yet a...
  • Wash your hands, put on your nightgown, look not so pale. I
    tell you yet again, Banquo's buried. He cannot come out on's grave.
  • Doctor. This disease is beyond my practise: yet I have known
    those which have walked in their sleep who have died
    holily in their beds.

    Lady Macbeth. Wash your hands, put on your nightgown, look not so pale. I
    tell you yet again, Banquo's buried. He cannot come out on's grave.

59 V / 1
  • To bed, to bed. There's knocking at the gate. Come, come, come,
    come. Give...
  • To bed, to bed. There's knocking at the gate. Come, come, come,
    come. Give me your hand. What's done cannot be undone.--To bed, to
    bed, to bed.
  • Doctor. Even so?

    Lady Macbeth. To bed, to bed. There's knocking at the gate. Come, come, come,
    come. Give me your hand. What's done cannot be undone.--To bed, to
    bed, to bed.

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