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The Tragedie of Macbeth Page: 16
Port. That it did, Sir, i'the very Throat on me: but I
requited him for his Lye, and (I thinke) being too strong
for him, though he tooke vp my Legges sometime, yet I
made a Shift to cast him.
Enter Macbeth.
Macd. Is thy Master stirring?
Our knocking ha's awak'd him: here he comes
Lenox. Good morrow, Noble Sir
Macb. Good morrow both
Macd. Is the King stirring, worthy Thane?
Macb. Not yet
Macd. He did command me to call timely on him,
I haue almost slipt the houre
Macb. Ile bring you to him
Macd. I know this is a ioyfull trouble to you:
But yet 'tis one
Macb. The labour we delight in, Physicks paine:
This is the Doore
Macd. Ile make so bold to call, for 'tis my limitted
seruice.
Exit Macduffe.
Lenox. Goes the King hence to day?
Macb. He does: he did appoint so
Lenox. The Night ha's been vnruly:
Where we lay, our Chimneys were blowne downe,
And (as they say) lamentings heard i'th' Ayre;
Strange Schreemes of Death,
And Prophecying, with Accents terrible,
Of dyre Combustion, and confus'd Euents,
New hatch'd toth' wofull time.
The obscure Bird clamor'd the liue-long Night.
Some say, the Earth was Feuorous,
And did shake
Macb. 'Twas a rough Night
Lenox. My young remembrance cannot paralell
A fellow to it.
Enter Macduff.
Macd. O horror, horror, horror,
Tongue nor Heart cannot conceiue, nor name thee
Macb. and Lenox. What's the matter?
Macd. Confusion now hath made his Master-peece:
Most sacrilegious Murther hath broke ope
The Lords anoynted Temple, and stole thence
The Life o'th' Building
Macb. What is't you say, the Life?
Lenox. Meane you his Maiestie?
Macd. Approch the Chamber, and destroy your sight
With a new Gorgon. Doe not bid me speake:
See, and then speake your selues: 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: vp, vp, and see
The great Doomes Image: Malcolme, Banquo,
As from your Graues rise vp, and walke like Sprights,
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