17 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
20 That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
22 Than on the torture of the mind to lie 23 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,
26 Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
LADY MACBETH Come on.
Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Be bright and jovial among your guests tonight.
MACBETH
30 So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you.
31 Let your remembrance apply to Banquo; 32 Present him eminence both with eye and tongue: 33 Unsafe the while, that we must lave Our honors in these flattering streams
35 And make our faces vizards to our hearts, 36 Disguising what they are.
LADY MACBETH You must leave this.
MACBETH
O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife.
Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.
LADY MACBETH
But in them Nature's copy's not eterne.39
MACBETH
There's comfort yet; they are assailable.40
Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flown
His cloistered flight, ere to black Hecate's summons
The shard-born beetle with his drowsy hums43
Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done
A deed of dreadful note.
LADY MACBETH What's to be done?
MACBETH
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,46
Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night,47