The same.
 Knocking within. Enter a PORTER.

Porter	Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man were porter of hell-
	gate he should have old turning the key.
												[Knocking within.
	Knock, knock, knock! Who's there i'th' name of Beelzebub? 
	Here's a farmer that hanged himself on th' expectation of 
	plenty. - Come in time! - Have napkins enow about you; here 
	you'll sweat for't.
												[Knocking within.
	Knock, knock! Who's there i'th' other devil's name? Faith, 
	here's an equivocator that could swear in both the scales 
	against either scale, who committed treason enough for 
	God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven. O come in, 
	equivocator.
												[Knocking within.
	Knock, knock, knock! Who's there? Faith, here's an English 
	tailor come hither for stealing out of a French hose. Come 
	in, tailor; here you may roast your goose.
												[Knocking within.
	Knock, knock! Never at quiet! What are you? But this place 
	is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further. I 
	had thought to have let in some of all professions that go 
	the primrose way to th' everlasting bonfire.
												[Knocking within.
	Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the Porter.
												[Opens the gate.

                        Enter MACDUFF and LENNOX.

Macduff	Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,
	That you do lie so late?

Porter	Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock; and 
	drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.

Macduff	What three things does drink especially provoke?

Porter	Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, 
	it provokes and unprovokes: it provokes the desire but it 
	takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be 
	said to be an equivocator with lechery; it makes him and it 
	mars him; it sets him on and it takes him off; it persuades 
	him and disheartens him; makes him stand to and not stand 
	to; in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving 
	him the lie, leaves him.

Macduff	I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.

Porter	That it did, sir, i'the very throat on me; but I requited 
	him for his lie and, I think, being too strong for him, 
	though he took up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to 
	cast him.

Macduff	Is thy master stirring?

                              Enter MACBETH.

	Our knocking has awaked him; here he comes.

Lennox	Good morrow, noble sir.

Macbeth								Good morrow, both.

Macduff	Is the king stirring, worthy thane?

Macbeth										Not yet.

Macduff	He did command me to call timely on him.
	I have almost slipped the hour.

Macbeth									I'll bring you to him.

Macduff	I know this is a joyful trouble to you,
	But yet 'tis one.

Macbeth	The labour we delight in physics pain.
	This is the door.

Macduff						I'll make so bold to call,
	For 'tis my limited service.
												[Exit.
Lennox	Goes the king hence today?

Macbeth								He does; he did appoint so.

Lennox	The night has been unruly. Where we lay
	Our chimneys were blown down, and, as they say,
	Lamentings heard i'th' air, strange screams of death
	And prophesying with accents terrible
	Of dire combustion and confused events
	New hatched to th' woeful time; the obscure bird
	Clamoured the livelong night. Some say the earth
	Was feverous and did shake.

Macbeth									'Twas a rough night.

Lennox	My young remembrance cannot parallel
	A fellow to it.

                            Re-enter MACDUFF.

Macduff	O horror, horror, horror! - Tongue nor heart
	Cannot conceive nor name thee!

Macbeth &
Lennox										What's the matter?

Macduff	Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
	Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
	The Lord's anointed temple and stole thence
	The life o'th' building.

Macbeth							What is't you say? The life?

Lennox	Mean you his majesty?

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!
												[Bell rings.

                           Enter LADY MACBETH.

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

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 murdered!

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

Banquo							Too cruel anywhere.
	Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself
	And say it is not so.

                 Re-enter MACBETH and LENNOX, with ROSS.

Macbeth	Had I but died an hour before this chance
	I had lived a blessd time; for, from this instant,
	There's nothing serious in mortality.
	All is but toys; renown and grace is dead,
	The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
	Is left this vault to brag of.

                       Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN.

Donalbain	What is amiss?

Macbeth						You are, and do not know't.
	The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
	Is stopped; the very source of it is stopped.

Macduff	Your royal father's murdered.

Malcolm									O, by whom?

Lennox	Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had done't.
	Their hands and faces were all badged with blood;
	So were their daggers, which unwiped we found
	Upon their pillows. They stared, and were distracted.
	No man's life was to be trusted with them.

Macbeth	O, yet I do repent me of my fury
	That I did kill them.

Macduff							Wherefore did you so?

Macbeth	Who can be wise, amazed, temp'rate and furious,
	Loyal and neutral, in a moment? - No man.
	Th' expedition of my violent love
	Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,
	His silver skin laced with his golden blood,
	And his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature
	For ruin's wasteful entrance; there the murderers,
	Steeped in the colours of their trade, their daggers
	Unmannerly breeched 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!
												[Swooning.
Macduff	Look to the lady.

Malcolm	[Aside to DONALBAIN.]
	Why do we hold or tongues that most may claim
	This argument for ours?

Donalbain	[Aside to MALCOLM.]	What should be spoken here,
	Where our fate, hid in an auger-hole,
	May rush and seize us? Let's away;
	Our tears are not yet brewed.

Malcolm	[Aside to DONALBAIN.] Nor our strong sorrow
	Upon the foot of motion.

Banquo	Look to the lady!
								   [Exit LADY MACBETH, attended.

	And when we have our naked frailties hid,
	That suffer in exposure, let us meet
	And question this most bloody piece of work,
	To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us.
	In the great hand of God I stand, and thence
	Against the undivulged pretence I fight
	Of treasonous malice.

Macduff							And so do I.

All										So all.

Macbeth	Let's briefly put on manly readiness
	And meet i'th' hall together.

All										Well contented.
						  [Exeunt all but MALCOLM and DONALBAIN.

Malcolm	What will you do? Let's not consort with them.
	To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
	Which the false man does easy. I'll to England.

Donalbain	To Ireland, I. Our separated fortune
	Shall keep us both the safer. Where we are
	There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood,
	The nearer bloody.

Malcolm						This murderous shaft that's shot
	Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way
	Is to avoid the aim. Therefore to horse;
	And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,
	But shift away. There's warrant in that theft
	Which steals itself when there's no mercy left.
												[Exeunt.
