Macbeth Act 2 Scene 3 Script Practice

Porter: …Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter. (Enter Macduff and Lennox) Was it so late friend, ere you went to bed, that you do lie so late?
Porter: Faith sir, we were carousing till the second cock: and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things What three things does drink expecially provoke?
Porter: … in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leave him I believe drink gave thee the lie last night
Porter: That it did, sir, i’ the very throat on me: but I requited him for his lie Is thy master stirring? Our knocking has awaked him; here he comes
Macbeth: Good morrow, both s the king stirring, worthy thane?
Macbeth: Not yet. He did command me to call timely on him: I have almost slipp’d the hour
Macbeth: I’ll bring you to him I know this is a joyful trouble to you; but yet ’tis one
Macbeth: This is the door I’ll make so bold to call, For ’tis my limited service
Lennox: My young rembrance cannot parallel a fellot to it (I run onto the stage) O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee!
Macbeth & Lennox: What’s the matter? Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope the Lord’s anointed temple, and stole thence the life o’ the building!
Lennox: Mean you his majesty Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight. Do not bid me speak; see, and the speak yourselves. Awake, awake! Ring the alarum-bell. Murder and treason! Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! Awak! Shake off this downy sleep, death’s counterfeit, and look on death itself! Up, up, and see the great doom’s image! Malcolm! Banquo! As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites, to countenance this horror! Ring the bell.
Lady Macbeth: What’s the business, that such a hideous trumpet calls to parley the sleepers of the house? speak, speak! O gentle lady, ’tis not for you to hear what I can speak: the repetition, in a woman’s ear, would murder as it fell. O Banquo, Banquo, our royal master’s murder’d!
Macbeth: You are, and do not know’t: The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood is stopp’d; the very source of it is stopp’d Your royal father’s murder’d
Macbeth: O, yet I do repent me of my fury, That I did kill them Wherefore did you so?
Lady Macbeth: Help me hence, ho! Look to the lady.
Banquo: Fears and scruples shake us: in the great hand of God I stand; and thence against the undivulged pretence I fight of treasonous malice and so do I

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