My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain
Than terms can give thee out!

Macb.

[They fight.

Thou losest labour: As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air3

With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;

I bear a charmed life, which must not yield

To one of woman born.

Macd.
Despair thy charm;
And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd,
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
Untimely ripp'd.

Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, For it hath cow'd my better part of man!

And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,
That palter with us in a double sense ;*
That keep the word of promise to our ear,

And break it to our hope.-I'll not fight with thee.
Macd. Then yield thee, coward,

And live to be the show and gaze o'the time.
We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,

Painted upon a pole; and underwrit,

Here may you see the tyrant.

I'll not yield,

Macb.
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last: Before my body

I throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff;
And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough.
[Exeunt, fighting.

As easy may'st thou the intrenchant air-] That is, air which

cannot be cut.

palter with us in a double sense;] That shuffle with ambiguous expressions.

THE following Songs are found in Sir William D'Avenant's alteration of this play, printed in 1674. The first and second of them were, I believe, written by him, being introduced at the end of the second Act, in a scene of which he undoubtedly was the author. Of the other song, which is sung in the third Act, the first words (Come away) are in the original copy of Macbeth, and the whole is found at length in Middleton's play, entitled The Witch, which has been lately printed from a manuscript in the collection of Major Pearson. Whether this song was written by Shakspeare, and omitted, like many others, in the printed copy, cannot now be ascertained. MALONE.

ACT II.

FIRST SONG BY THE WITCHES.

1 Witch. Speak, sister, speak; is the deed done? 2 Witch. Long ago, long ago:

Above twelve glasses since have run.

3 Witch. Ill deeds are seldom slow;

Nor single: following crimes on former wait:
The worst of creatures fastest propagate.

Many more murders must this one ensue,
As if in death were propagation too.
2 Witch. He will-

1 Witch. He shall

3 Witch. He must spill much more blood;

And become worse, to make his title good. 1 Witch. Now let's dance.

2 Witch. Agreed.

3 Witch. Agreed.

4 Witch. Agreed.

Chor. We should rejoice when good kings bleed. When cattle die, about we go;

What then, when monarchs perish, should we do?

SECOND SONG.

Let's have a dance upon the heath;
We gain more life by Duncan's death.
Sometimes like brinded cats we shew,
Having no musick but our mew:

Sometimes we dance in some old mill,
Upon the hopper, stones, and wheel,
To some old saw, or bardish rhyme,
Where still the mill-clack does keep time.
Sometimes about an hollow tree,
Around, around, around dance we:
Thither the chirping cricket comes,
And beetle, singing drowsy hums:
Sometimes we dance o'er fens and furze,
To howls of wolves, and barks of curs:
And when with none of those we meet,
We dance to the echoes of our feet.
At the night-raven's dismal voice,
Whilst others tremble, we rejoice;
And nimbly, nimbly dance we still,
To the echoes from an hollow hill.

ACT III.

SCENE V. HECATE and the Three WITCHES.

MUSICK AND SONG.

[Within.] Hecate, Hecate, Hecate! O come away! Hec. Hark, I am call'd, my little spirit, see,

Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.

[Exeunt.

[Within.] Come away, Hecate, Hecate! O come away! Hec. I come, I come, with all the speed I may, With all the speed I may.

Where's Stadling?

2. Here. [within.]

Hec. Where's Puckle?

3. Here; [within.]

And Hopper too, and Helway too.

We want but you, we want but you:

Come away, make up the count.

Hec. I will but 'noint, and then I mount:

I will but 'noint, &c.

[Within.] Here comes down one to fetch his dues,

[A Machine with Malkin in it descends.

A kiss, a coll, a sip of blood;
And why thou stay'st so long, I muse,
Since the air's so sweet and good.

Hec. O, art thou come? What news? [Within.] All goes fair for our delight: Either come, or else refuse.

Hec. Now I'm furnish'd for the flight;

[Hecate places herself in the Machine.

Now I go, and now I fly,
Malkin, my sweet spirit, and I.
O, what a dainty pleasure's this,
To sail i'the air,

While the moon shines fair;

To sing, to toy, to dance, and kiss!
Over woods, high rocks, and mountains;
Over hills, and misty fountains;
Over steeples, towers, and turrets,
We fly by night 'mongst troops of spirits.
No ring of bells to our ears sounds,
No howls of wolves, nor yelps of hounds;
No, not the noise of water's breach,

Nor cannons' throat our height can reach.

[Hecate ascends.

1 Witch. Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again. 2 Witch. But whilst she moves through the foggy air, Let's to the cave, and our dire charms prepare.

[Exeunt.

END OF VOLUME FOURTH.

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