SCENE II.
The same.
[Enter Lady Macbeth.]
LADY MACBETH.
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold:
What hath quench'd them hath given me fire. — Hark! — Peace!
It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,
Which gives the stern'st good night. He is about it:
The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms
Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd their possets
That death and nature do contend about them,
Whether they live or die.
MACBETH.
[Within.] Who's there? — what, ho!
LADY MACBETH.
Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd,
And 'tis not done: the attempt, and not the deed,
Confounds us. — Hark! — I laid their daggers ready;
He could not miss 'em. — Had he not resembled
My father as he slept, I had done't. — My husband!
[Re-enter Macbeth.]
MACBETH.
I have done the deed. — Didst thou not hear a noise?
LADY MACBETH.
I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.
Did not you speak?
