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Enter LADY MACBETH and a SERVANT
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Enter LADY MACBETH and a SERVANT
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LADY MACBETH Is Banquo gone from court?
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LADY MACBETH Is Banquo gone from court?
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SERVANT Ay, madam, but returns again tonight.
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SERVANT Ay, madam, but returns again tonight.
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LADY MACBETH Say to the king I would attend his leisure
For a few words.
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LADY MACBETH Say to the king I would attend his leisure
For a few words.
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SERVANT 5 Madam, I will.
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SERVANT Madam, I will.
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Exit SERVANT
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Exit SERVANT
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LADY MACBETH Naught’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.
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LADY MACBETH Naught’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.
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Enter MACBETH
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Enter MACBETH
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10 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.
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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.
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MACBETH 15 We have scorched the snake, not killed 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
20 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.
25 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.
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MACBETH We have scorched the snake, not killed 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.
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LADY MACBETH Come on, gentle my lord,
30 Sleek o'er your rugged looks. Be bright and jovial
Among your guests tonight.
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LADY MACBETH Come on, gentle my lord,
Sleek o'er your rugged looks. Be bright and jovial
Among your guests tonight.
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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
35 Must lave our honors in these flattering streams,
And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
Disguising what they are.
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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 honors in these flattering streams,
And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
Disguising what they are.
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LADY MACBETH You must leave this.
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LADY MACBETH You must leave this.
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MACBETH Oh, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
Thou know’st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.
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MACBETH Oh, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
Thou know’st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.
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LADY MACBETH 40 But in them nature’s copy’s not eterne.
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LADY MACBETH But in them nature’s copy’s not eterne.
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MACBETH There’s comfort yet; they are assailable.
Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flown
His cloistered flight, ere to black Hecate’s summons
The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums
45 Hath rung night’s yawning peal, there shall be done
A deed of dreadful note.
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MACBETH There’s comfort yet; they are assailable.
Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flown
His cloistered 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.
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LADY MACBETH What’s to be done?
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LADY MACBETH What’s to be done?
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MACBETH Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night,
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day
50 And with thy bloody and invisible hand
Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow
Makes wing to th' rooky wood.
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;
55 Whiles night’s black agents to their preys do rouse.
Thou marvel’st at my words: but hold thee still.
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
So, prithee, go with me.
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MACBETH Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night,
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day
And with thy bloody and invisible hand
Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow
Makes wing to th' rooky wood.
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;
Whiles night’s black agents to their preys do rouse.
Thou marvel’st at my words: but hold thee still.
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
So, prithee, go with me.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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Original Text |
Modern Text |
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Enter LADY MACBETH and a SERVANT
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Enter LADY MACBETH and a SERVANT
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LADY MACBETH Is Banquo gone from court?
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LADY MACBETH Is Banquo gone from court?
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SERVANT Ay, madam, but returns again tonight.
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SERVANT Ay, madam, but returns again tonight.
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LADY MACBETH Say to the king I would attend his leisure
For a few words.
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LADY MACBETH Say to the king I would attend his leisure
For a few words.
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SERVANT 5 Madam, I will.
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SERVANT Madam, I will.
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Exit SERVANT
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Exit SERVANT
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LADY MACBETH Naught’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.
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LADY MACBETH Naught’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.
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Enter MACBETH
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Enter MACBETH
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10 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.
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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.
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MACBETH 15 We have scorched the snake, not killed 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
20 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.
25 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.
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MACBETH We have scorched the snake, not killed 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,
30 Sleek o'er your rugged looks. Be bright and jovial
Among your guests tonight.
|
LADY MACBETH Come on, gentle my lord,
Sleek o'er your rugged looks. Be bright and jovial
Among your guests tonight.
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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
35 Must lave our honors in these flattering streams,
And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
Disguising what they are.
|
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 honors in these flattering streams,
And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
Disguising what they are.
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LADY MACBETH You must leave this.
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LADY MACBETH You must leave this.
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MACBETH Oh, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
Thou know’st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.
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MACBETH Oh, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
Thou know’st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.
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LADY MACBETH 40 But in them nature’s copy’s not eterne.
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LADY MACBETH But in them nature’s copy’s not eterne.
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MACBETH There’s comfort yet; they are assailable.
Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flown
His cloistered flight, ere to black Hecate’s summons
The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums
45 Hath rung night’s yawning peal, there shall be done
A deed of dreadful note.
|
MACBETH There’s comfort yet; they are assailable.
Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flown
His cloistered 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.
|
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LADY MACBETH What’s to be done?
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LADY MACBETH What’s to be done?
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MACBETH Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night,
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day
50 And with thy bloody and invisible hand
Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow
Makes wing to th' rooky wood.
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;
55 Whiles night’s black agents to their preys do rouse.
Thou marvel’st at my words: but hold thee still.
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
So, prithee, go with me.
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MACBETH Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night,
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day
And with thy bloody and invisible hand
Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow
Makes wing to th' rooky wood.
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;
Whiles night’s black agents to their preys do rouse.
Thou marvel’st at my words: but hold thee still.
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
So, prithee, go with me.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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