EXTRACT FROM SHAKSPERE. ACT II.-SCENE I. Court within Macbeth's Castle. Enter MACBETH and a Servant with a torch. Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. Is this a dagger which I see before me, [Exit Serv The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going, Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, a And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Thus to mine eyes.-Now o'er the one half world Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, a Dudgeon-the handle of the dagger. Which now suits with it.-Whiles I threat he lives: I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Enter LADY MACBETH. [A bell rings. [Exit. Lady M. That wnich 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. And the surfeited grooms do mock their charge with snores: That death and nature do contend about them, Macb. [Within.] Who's there?-what, hoa! Enter MACBETH. Macb. I have done the deed:-Didst thou not hear a noise? Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry. Did not you speak? Macb. When? Macb. This is a sorry sight. Donalbain. [Looking on his hands. Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, And one cried, "Murther!" that they did wake each other; Lady M. There are two lodg'd together. Macb. 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 M. Consider it not so deeply. Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce, amen? I had most need of blessing, and amen Stuck in my throat. Lady M These deeds must not be thought After these ways; so, it will make us mad. Macb. Methought, I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murther sleep, the innocent sleep; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave" 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 M. What do you mean? Macb. Still it cried, "Sleep no more!" to all the house: "Glamis hath murther'd sleep: and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!” Lady M. Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on 't again I dare not. Lady M. Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: The sleeping, and the dead, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. Macb. [Exit. Knocking within Whence is that knocking? How is 't with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine eyes! a Sleave-unwrought silk. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Making the green-one red. Re-enter LADY MACBETH. Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white. [Knock.] 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.] 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. Macb. To know my deed, 't were best not know myself. [Knock. Wake Duncan with thy knocking; I would thou couldst! [Exeurt ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL. BERTRAM, count of Rousillon, had newly come to his title and estate, by the death of his father. The king of France loved the father of Bertram, and when he heard of his death, he sent for his son to come imme. diately to his royal court in Paris, intending, for the friendship he bore the late count, to grace young Bertram with his especial favour and protection. Bertram was living with his mother, the widowed countess, when Lafeu, an old lord of the French court, came to conduct him to the king. The king of France was an absolute monarch, and the invitation to court was in the form of a royal mandate, or positive command, which no subject, of what high dignity soever, might disobey; therefore, though the countess, in parting with this dear son, seemed a second time to bury her husband, whose loss she had so lately mourned, yet she dared not to keep him a single day, but gave instant orders for his departure. Lafeu, who came to fetch him, tried to comfort the countess for the loss of her late lord, and her son's sudden absence; and he said, in a courtier's flattering manner, that the king was so kind a prince, she would find in his majesty a husband, and that he would be a father to her son: meaning only, that the good king would befriend the fortunes of Bertram. Lafeu told the countess that the king had fallen into a sad malady, which was pronounced by his physicians to be incurable. The lady expressed great sorrow on hearing this account of the king's ill health, and said, she |