“There’s daggers in men’s smiles”
Act 2, Sc 3
(7 actors) lines 56-112/138 (some cutting needed)
Lenox Good morrow, Noble Sir.
Macbeth Good morrow both.
Macduffe Is the King stirring, worthy Thane ?
Macbeth Not yet.
Macduffe He did command me to call timely on him :
I have almost slipt the houre.
Macbeth Ile bring you to him.
Macduffe I know this is a joyfull trouble to you,
But yet, 'tis one.
Macbeth This is the Doore.
Macduffe Ile make so bold to call,
For 'tis my appointed service. [Exit Macduffe.]
Lenox Goes the King hence to-day ?
Macbeth He does.
Lenox The Night ha's been unruly.
Where we lay, our Chimneys were blowne downe,
And ( as they say ) lamentings heard i'th' Ayre :
The obscure Bird clamor'd the live-long Night.
Some say, the Earth was Fev’rous,
And did shake.
Macbeth 'Twas a rough Night.
Macduffe O horror, horror, horror :
Macbeth & Lenox What's the matter ?
Lenox Meane you his Majestie ?
Macduffe Do not bid me speake :
See, and then speake your selves : awake, awake----
[Exeunt Macbeth and Lenox.]
Ring the Alarum Bell : Murther, and Treason,
Banquo, and Donalbaine : Malcolme awake,
Shake off this Downey sleepe ( Deaths counterfeit )
And looke on Death it selfe : Malcolme, Banquo,
As from your Graves rise up, and walke like Spirits,
To countenance this horror. Ring the Bell !
[Bell rings. Enter Lady Macbeth.]
Lady What's the Businesse ?
That such a hideous Trumpet calls to parley
The sleepers of the House ? speake, speake.
Macduffe O gentle Lady,
'Tis not for you to heare what I can speake.
O Banquo, Banquo, Our Royall Master's murther'd.
Lady Woe, alas :
What, in our House ?
Banquo Too cruell, any where.
Deare Duff, I prythee contradict thy selfe,
And say, it is not so.
[Enter Macbeth, Lenox, and Rosse.]
Macbeth Had I but dy'd an houre before this chance,
I had liv'd a blessed time : for from this instant,
There's nothing serious in Mortalitie :
All is but Toyes : Renowne and Grace is dead.
[Enter Malcolme and Donalbaine.]
Donalbaine What is amisse ?
Macbeth You are, and do not know't :
Macduffe Your Royall Father's murther'd.
Malcome Oh ! by whom ?
Lenox Those of his Chamber, as it seem'd, had don't :
Their Hands and Faces were all badg'd with blood,
So were their Daggers, which ( unwip'd ) we found
Upon their Pillowes : they star'd, and were distracted---
Macbeth O, yet I do repent me of my furie,
That I did kill them.
Macduffe Wherefore did you so ?
Macbeth Who can be wise, amaz'd, temp'rate, & furious,
Loyall, and Neutrall, in a moment ? No man.
Here lay Duncan,
His Silver skinne, lac'd with His Golden Blood----
There the Murtherers,
Their Daggers breech'd with gore.
Who could refraine, that had a Heart to love
And in that heart, Courage to make his love knowne ?
Lady Helpe me hence, hoa.
Macduffe Looke to the Lady.
[Donalbaine & Malcome speake apart.]
Malcome What will you do ?
Let's not consort with them :
To shew an unfelt Sorrow, is an Office
Which the false man do's easie ;
Ile to England.
Donalbaine To Ireland, I----
Our separated fortune shall keepe us both the safer.
Malcome This murtherous Shaft that's shot,
Hath not yet lighted : Therefore to Horse.
Banquo Looke to the Lady : and then let us meet,
To question this most bloody piece of worke ;
In the great Hand of God I stand, and thence,
Against the undivulg'd pretence, I fight
Of Treasonous Mallice.
Macduffe And so do I.
All So all.
Macbeth Let's briefely put on manly readinesse,
And meet i'th' Hall together.
All Well contented.