[Stage] Lady Macbeth and a Servant enter.
Lady Macbeth(麦克白夫人)
Is Banquo gone from court?
Servant(仆人)
Ay, madam, but returns again tonight.
Lady Macbeth(麦克白夫人)
Say to the king I would attend his leisure
For a few words.
Servant(仆人)
Madam, I will.
[Stage] The Servant exits.
Lady Macbeth(麦克白夫人)
Naught’s had, all’s spent,
Where our desire is got without content.
‘Tis safer to be that which we destroy
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
[Stage] Macbeth enters.
Lady Macbeth(麦克白夫人)
How now, my lord! Why do you keep alone,
Of sorriest fancies your companions making,
Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
With them they think on?
Things without all remedy
Should be without regard. What’s done is done.
Macbeth(麦克白)
We have scorched the snake, not killed it.
She’ll close and be herself whilst our poor malice
Remains in danger of her former tooth.
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
That shake us nightly.
Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
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,
Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing
Can touch him further.
Lady Macbeth(麦克白夫人)
Come on, gentle my lord,
Sleek o’er your rugged looks. Be bright and jovial
Among your guests tonight.
Macbeth(麦克白)
So shall I, love,
And so, I pray, be you. Let your remembrance
Apply to Banquo;
present him eminence,
Both with eye and tongue:
unsafe the while that we
Must lave our honors in these flattering streams,
And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
Disguising what they are.
Lady Macbeth(麦克白夫人)
You must leave this.
Macbeth(麦克白)
Oh, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
Thou know’st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.
Lady Macbeth(麦克白夫人)
But in them nature’s copy’s not eterne.
Macbeth(麦克白)
There’s comfort yet; they are assailable.
Then be thou jocund.
Ere the bat hath flown
His cloistered flight, ere to black Hecate’s summons
The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums
Hath rung night’s yawning peal, there shall be done
A deed of dreadful note.
Lady Macbeth(麦克白夫人)
What’s to be done?
Macbeth(麦克白)
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
Till thou applaud the deed.
Come, seeling night,
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day
And with thy bloody and invisible hand
Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
Which keeps me pale.
Light thickens, and the crow
Makes wing to th’ rooky wood.
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;
Whiles night’s black agents to their preys do rouse.
Thou marvel’st at my words: but hold thee still.
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
So, prithee, go with me.
[Stage] They exit.