# Macbeth (1918) Yale/Text/Act I

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ACT FIRST
Scene One
[A Desert Place]
Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches.
First Witch. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Sec. Witch. When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won. 4
Third Witch. That will be ere the set of sun.
First Witch. Where the place?
Sec. Witch.Upon the heath.
Third Witch. There to meet with Macbeth.
First Witch. I come, Graymalkin! 8
[Sec. Witch.] Paddock calls.
[Third Witch.] Anon!
All. Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air. Exeunt.
Scene Two
[A Camp near Forres]
Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt ​The newest state.
Mal. This is the sergeant Who like a good and hardy soldier fought 4 'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend! Say to the king the knowledge of the broil As thou didst leave it.
Serg. Doubtful it stood; As two spent swimmers, that do cling together 8 And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald— Worthy to be a rebel, for to that The multiplying villainies of nature Do swarm upon him—from the western isles 12 Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak; For brave Macbeth,—well he deserves that name,— 16 Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, Which smok'd with bloody execution, Like valour's minion carv'd out his passage Till he fac'd the slave; 20 Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chops, And fix'd his head upon our battlements. 23
Dun. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
Serg. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection Shipwracking storms and direful thunders break, So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come Discomfort swells. Mark, King of Scotland, mark: 28 No sooner justice had with valour arm'd ​Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels, But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage, With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men 32 Began a fresh assault.
Dun. Dismay'd not this Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
Serg. Yes; As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. If I say sooth, I must report they were 36 As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks; so they Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe: Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, Or memorize another Golgotha, 41 I cannot tell— But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.
Dun. So well thy words become thee as thy wounds; 44 They smack of honour both. Go, get him surgeons.
[Exit Sergeant, attended.]
Enter Ross and Angus.
Who comes here?
Mal. The worthy Thane of Ross.
Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look That seems to speak things strange.
Ross. God save the king! 48
Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane?
Ross. From Fife, great king; Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky And fan our people cold. Norway himself, ​With terrible numbers, 52 Assisted by that most disloyal traitor, The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict; Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof, Confronted him with self-comparisons, 56 Point against point, rebellious arm 'gainst arm, Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude, The victory fell on us.—
Dun. Great happiness!
Ross. That now 60 Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; Nor would we deign him burial of his men Till he disbursed, at Saint Colme's Inch, Ten thousand dollars to our general use. 64
Dun. No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest. Go pronounce his present death, And with his former title greet Macbeth.
Ross. I'll see it done. 68
Dun. What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won.
Exeunt.
Scene Three
[A Heath]
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
First Witch. Where hast thou been, sister?
Sec. Witch. Killing swine.
Third Witch. Sister, where thou?
First Witch. A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, 4 ​And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd: 'Give me,' quoth I: 'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger: But in a sieve I'll thither sail, 8 And, like a rat without a tail, I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.
Sec. Witch. I'll give thee a wind.
First Witch. Thou'rt kind. 12
Third Witch. And I another.
First Witch. I myself have all the other; And the very ports they blow, All the quarters that they know 16 I' the shipman's card. I'll drain him dry as hay: Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid; 20 He shall live a man forbid. Weary sev'nnights nine times nine Shall he dwindle, peak and pine: Though his bark cannot be lost, 24 Yet it shall be tempest-tost. Look what I have.
Sec. Witch. Show me, show me.
First Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, 28 Wrack'd as homeward he did come.
Drum within.
Third Witch. A drum! a drum! Macbeth doth come.
All. The weird sisters, hand in hand, 32 ​Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about: Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, And thrice again, to make up nine. 36 Peace! the charm's wound up.
Enter Macbeth and Banquo.
Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Ban. How far is 't call'd to Forres? What are these, So wither'd and so wild in their attire, 40 That look not like th' inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on 't? Live you? or are you aught That man may question? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying 44 Upon her skinny lips: you should be women, And yet your beards, forbid me to interpret That you are so.
Macb. Speak, if you can: what are you?
First Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Glamis! 48
Sec. Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!
Third Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter.
Ban. Good sir, why do you start, and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth, 52 Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace and great prediction ​Of noble having and of royal hope, 56 That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not. If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear 60 Your favours nor your hate.
First Witch. Hail!
Sec. Witch. Hail!
Third Witch. Hail! 64
First Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
Sec. Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier.
Third Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: So, all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! 68
First Witch. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!
Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: By Sinel's death I know I am Thane of Glamis; But how of Cawdor? the Thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman; and to be king 73 Stands not within the prospect of belief No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence You owe this strange intelligence? or why 76 Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you.
Witches vanish.
Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd? 80
Macb. Into the air, and what seem'd corporal melted As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd!
​Ban. Were such things here as we do speak about? Or have we eaten on the insane root 84 That takes the reason prisoner?
Macb. Your children shall be kings.
Ban. You shall be king.
Macb. And Thane of Cawdor too; went it not so?
Ban. To the self-same tune and words. Who's here? 88
Enter Ross and Angus.
Ross. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, The news of thy success; and when he reads Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, His wonders and his praises do contend 92 Which should be thine, or his. Silenc'd with that, In viewing o'er the rest o' the self-same day, He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make 96 Strange images of death. As thick as tale Came post with post, and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, And pour'd them down before him.
Ang. We are sent 100 To give thee from our royal master thanks; Only to herald thee into his sight, Not pay thee.
Ross. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor: 105 In which addition, hail, most worthy thane! For it is thine.
Ban. What! can the devil speak true?
​Macb. The Thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me 108 In borrow'd robes?
Ang. Who was the thane lives yet; But under heavy judgment bears that life Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combin'd With those of Norway, or did line the rebel 112 With hidden help and vantage, or that with both He labour'd in his country's wrack, I know not; But treasons capital, confess'd and prov'd, Have overthrown him.
Macb. [Aside.] Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor: The greatest is behind. [To Ross and Angus.] Thanks for your pains. 117 [To Banquo.] Do you not hope your children shall be kings, When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me Promis'd no less to them?
Ban. That, trusted home, 120 Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange: And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, 124 Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence. Cousins, a word, I pray you.
Macb. [Aside.] Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act 128 Of the imperial theme.—I thank you, gentlemen.— [Aside.] This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good; if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, 132 ​Commencing in a truth? I am Thane of Cawdor. If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature? Present fears 137 Are less than horrible imaginings; My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man that function Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is 141 But what is not.
Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt.
Macb. [Aside.] If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir.
Ban. New honours come upon him, 144 Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould But with the aid of use.
Macb. [Aside.] Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. 148
Macb. Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains Are register'd where every day I turn The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king. [To Banquo.] Think upon what hath chanc'd; and, at more time, 153 The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak Our free hearts each to other.
​Ban. Very gladly.
Macb. Till then, enough. Come, friends. 156
Exeunt.
Scene Four
[Forres. A Room in the Palace]
Flourish. Enter King, Lennox, Malcolm, Donalbain, and Attendants.
Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Those in commission yet return'd?
Mal. My liege, They are not yet come back; but I have spoke With one that saw him die; who did report 4 That very frankly he confess'd his treasons, Implor'd your highness' pardon and set forth A deep repentance. Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died 8 As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd As 'twere a careless trifle.
Dun. There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face: 12 He was a gentleman on whom I built An absolute trust.
Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Ross and Angus.
O worthiest cousin! The sin of my ingratitude even now Was heavy on me. Thou art so far before 16 That swiftest wing of recompense is slow To overtake thee; would thou hadst less deserv'd, ​That the proportion both of thanks and payment Might have been mine! only I have left to say, 20 More is thy due than more than all can pay.
Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part Is to receive our duties; and our duties 24 Are to your throne and state children and servants, Which do but what they should, by doing everything Safe toward your love and honour.
Dun. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labour 28 To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo, That hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known No less to have done so, let me infold thee And hold thee to my heart.
Ban. There if I grow, 32 The harvest is your own.
Dun. My plenteous joys, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes, And you whose places are the nearest, know 36 We will establish our estate upon Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter The Prince of Cumberland; which honour must Not unaccompanied invest him only, 40 But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine On all deservers. From hence to Inverness, And bind us further to you.
Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you: 44 I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful ​The hearing of my wife with your approach; So, humbly take my leave.
Dun.My worthy Cawdor!
Macb. [Aside.] The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step 48 On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires! Let not light see my black and deep desires; The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be 52 Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. Exit.
Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant, And in his commendations I am fed; It is a banquet to me. Let's after him, 56 Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome: It is a peerless kinsman. Flourish. Exeunt.
Scene Five
[Inverness. Macbeth's Castle]
Enter Macbeth's Wife alone, with a letter.
Lady M. 'They met me in the day of success; and I have learned by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them fur- 4 ther, they made themselves air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all-hailed me, "Thane of Cawdor"; by which title, before, 8 these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with "Hail, king that shalt be!" This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou 12 mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ​ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.' Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be 16 What thou art promis'd. Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way; thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without 20 The illness should attend it; what thou wouldst highly That thou wouldst holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win; thou 'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries, 'Thus thou must do,' if thou have it; 24 And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear, And chastise with the valour of my tongue 28 All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Enter Messenger.
What is your tidings?
Mess. The king comes here to-night.
Lady M. Thou 'rt mad to say it. 32 Is not thy master with him? who, were 't so, Would have inform'd for preparation.
Mess. So please you, it is true: our thane is coming; One of my fellows had the speed of him, 36 Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more Than would make up his message.
Lady M. Give him tending; ​He brings great news.— Exit Messenger. The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan 40 Under my battlements. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts! unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood,— 44 Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, 49 Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, 52 That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!'
Enter Macbeth.
Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! 56 Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant present, and I feel now The future in the instant.
Macb. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night.
Lady M. And when goes hence? 60
Macb. To-morrow, as he purposes.
Lady M. O! never ​Shall sun that morrow see. Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, 64 Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under 't. He that's coming Must be provided for; and you shall put 68 This night's great business into my dispatch; Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
Macb. We will speak further.
Lady M. Only look up clear; 72 To alter favour ever is to fear. Leave all the rest to me. Exeunt.
Scene Six
[Before the Castle]
Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses.
Ban. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve 4 By his lov'd mansionry that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird ​Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle: 8 Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ'd The air is delicate.
Enter Lady.
Dun. See, see, our honour'd hostess! The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you 12 How you shall bid God 'eyld us for your pains, And thank us for your trouble.
Lady M. All our service, In every point twice done, and then done double, Were poor and single business, to contend 16 Against those honours deep and broad wherewith Your majesty loads our house: for those of old, And the late dignities heap'd up to them, We rest your hermits.
Dun. Where's the Thane of Cawdor? 20 We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose To be his purveyor; but he rides well, And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess, We are your guest to-night.
Lady M. Your servants ever 25 Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, Still to return your own.
Dun. Give me your hand; 28 Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly, And shall continue our graces towards him. By your leave, hostess. Exeunt.
Scene Seven
[A Room in the Castle]
Macb. If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success; that but this blow 4 Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come. But in these cases We still have judgment here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return 9 To plague the inventor; this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust: 12 First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been 17 So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongu'd against The deep damnation of his taking-off; 20 And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, ​Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, 24 That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself And falls on the other.
Enter Lady.
How now! what news? 28
Lady M. He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber?
Macb. Hath he ask'd for me?
Lady M. Know you not he has?
Macb. We will proceed no further in this business: He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought 32 Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon.
Lady M. Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since, 36 And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour 40 As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' 44 Like the poor cat i' the adage?
Macb. Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none.
Lady M. What beast was 't, then, ​That made you break this enterprise to me? 48 When you durst do it then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: 52 They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, 56 Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Macb. If we should fail,—
Lady M. We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, 60 And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep, Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him, his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassail so convince 64 That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only; when in swinish sleep Their drenched natures lie, as in a death, 68 What cannot you and I perform upon The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt Of our great quell?
Macb. Bring forth men-children only; 72 For thy undaunted mettle should compose Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd, When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two 75 ​Of his own chamber and us'd their very daggers, That they have done 't?
Lady M.Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Upon his death?
Macb.I am settled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. 80 Away, and mock the time with fairest show: False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Exeunt.
Footnotes to Act I
Scene One
​3 hurlyburly: uproar 8 Graymalkin! Paddock; cf. n. Anon: right away
Scene Two
​Scene Two S. d. Alarum: trumpet blast ​10 to that: i.e., to make him a rebel 13 kerns: light infantry, spearmen gallowglasses: armored men with axes 15 Cf. n. 19 minion: favorite 21 Which: who, i.e., Macbeth; cf. n. 22 nave: navel chops: jaws 25 reflection; cf. n. ​31 surveying vantage: watching his opportunity 36 sooth: truth 37 cracks: explosions 40 Except: unless reeking: steaming 41 Cf. n. 45 smack: have a flavor 46 Thane; cf. n. 50 flout: insult; cf. n. 51 Norway: the king of Norway ​55 Bellona: goddess of battle bridegroom: i.e., Macbeth lapp'd in proof: clad in sword-proof armor 56 I.e., showed him his match 58 lavish: insolent 60 That now: so that now 61 composition: a treaty of peace 63 Saint Colme's Inch: the island of Inchcolm 66 bosom interest: vital concerns present: instant
Scene Three
​6 Aroint thee: begone rump-fed ronyon; cf. n. 7 Aleppo: a city in Syria Tiger: name of a ship 9, 10 Cf. n. 15 ports they blow: directions they blow (?); harbors they blow towards (?) 17 card: dial of the compass 20 pent-house lid: eyelid; cf. n. 21 forbid: accursed 23 peak: waste away 32 weird sisters; cf. n. ​33 Posters: couriers 35 Thrice to thine; cf. n. 44 choppy: wrinkled and cracked 53 fantastical: unreal, imaginary ​56 noble having; cf. n. 57 rapt: transported withal: therewith 67 get: be father of 71 Sinel: Macbeth's father 76 owe: possess intelligence: information 81 corporal: substantial ​84 insane root: root supposed to produce insanity 92, 93 Cf. n. 97 images of death: corpses; cf. n. As thick as tale: as fast as the telling; cf. n. 98 post: courier 104 earnest: pledge, part payment in advance 106 addition: title ​112 line: reinforce 114 wrack: wreck 120 home: to the utmost 125 betray's: betray us 126 In . . . consequence: most grievously hereafter ​134 suggestion: temptation 136 seated: firmly fixed 137 Against the use: contrary to the custom Present fears; cf. n. 140 single: feeble state of man: manhood function: mental power 147 Time and the hour; cf. n. 149 favour: pardon wrought: perturbed
Scene Four
​Scene Four S. d. Flourish: trumpet blast 2 Those in commission: the appointed officers 9 studied: resolved ​19 proportion: balance; cf. n. 27 Safe toward: with an unerring eye to 34 Wanton: coquettish 39 Prince of Cumberland; cf. n. 40 invest: clothe 44 rest: repose 45 harbinger: advance courier
Scene Five
​7 missives: messengers 13 dues of rejoicing: joy due you ​18 Cf. n. 21 should: which should 23–26 Cf. n. 29 round: circlet, i.e., crown 30 metaphysical: supernatural 31 withal: with 36 had the speed of: outspeeded ​42 mortal: murderous 45 remorse: relenting 46 compunctious visitings of nature: humane scruples 47 fell: fierce keep peace between: separate 48 effect: accomplishment 49 take . . . for: turn to 50 sightless: invisible 52 pall: enshroud dunnest: murkiest ​64 time; cf. n. 72 clear: with unclouded face 73 favour: facial expression
Scene Six
​Scene Six S. d. Hautboys: wooden musical instruments, oboes 3 gentle: tranquilized 4 martlet: a kind of swallow approve: prove 5 mansionry: home-building 6 jutty: projection frieze: part of wall under the eaves 7 coign of vantage: advantageous corner ​8 pendent: hanging procreant: breeding 11 sometime: sometimes 13 'eyld: reward; cf. n. 20 hermits: i.e., who will always pray for you 21 cours'd: chased 22 purveyor: caterer, advance courier 25–28 Your . . . own; cf. n. 28 Still: always
Scene Seven
​Scene Seven S. d. Sewer: chief butler 1–7 Cf. n. 3 trammel up: fetter, hinder 4 his: its (referring to 'consequence') surcease: cessation, end 5 here: in this present life 6 But: only 7 jump: risk 7–25 Cf. n. 14 Strong both: i.e., two strong arguments 17 faculties: powers 18 clear: blameless 22 cherubin: cherub ​28 falls on the other; cf. n. 42 Cf. n. 45 adage: proverb; cf. n. ​48 break: suggest 50 to be: if you were 52 adhere: suit 60 sticking-place; cf. n. 64 wassail: revelry convince: overcome 66 receipt: receptacle, organ 67 limbeck: alembic (a chemist's receptacle for vapors) 72 quell: killing ​80 corporal agent: bodily faculty