The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red.
Enter Lady.
Lady M. My hands are of your colour, but I shame
To wear a heart so white.— Knock.
I hear a knocking
At the south entry; retire we to our chamber;
A little water clears us of this deed;
How easy is it, then! Your constancy 68
Hath left you unattended. Knock.
Hark! more knocking.
Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us,
And show us to be watchers. Be not lost
So poorly in your thoughts. 72
Macb. To know my deed 'twere best not know myself. Knock.
Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst! Exeunt.
Scene Three
[The Same]
Enter a Porter. Knocking within.
Porter. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man
were porter of hell-gate he should have old
turning the key. Knock. Knock, knock, knock!
Who's there, i' the name of Beelzebub? 4
Here's a farmer that hanged himself on the
expectation of plenty: come in time; have
napkins enow about you; here you'll sweat
62 incarnadine: redden
70 night-gown: dressing-gown
73 To know my deed: if I must be aware of my deed
2 old: endless
5 farmer; cf. n.
6 come in time: welcome
7 napkins: handkerchiefs
enow: enough
