I will advise you where to plant yourselves; With them they think on? Things without all She 'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice Both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day: Now spurs the lated traveller apace, Lady M. O proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear: This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said, Macb. Pr'y thee, see there! behold! look! lo! how say you?— Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too. – If charnel-houses and our graves must send Those that we bury back, our monuments Shall be the maws of kites. [Ghost disappears. Lady M. What! quite unmanned in folly? Macb. If I stand here, I saw him. Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purged the gentle weal; That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end: but now, they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools: this is more strange Than such a murder is. Lady M. My worthy lord, Your noble friends do lack you. Macb. I do forget : Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends; Then I'll sit down:-Give me some wine; fill full: I drink to the general joy of the whole table, And to our dear friend, Banquo, whom we miss; Our duties, and the pledge. Macb. Avaunt, and quit my sight! Let the Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Think of this, good peers, But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other; The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence! - Why, so: being gone, I am a man again.-Pray you, sit still. Lady M. You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admired disorder. Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder? You make me SCENE V. The Heath. Thunder. Enter HECATE, meeting the three Witches. 1st Witch. Why, how now, Hecate? you look angerly. Hec. Have I not reason, beldams as you are, Saucy and overbold? How did you dare To trade and traffic with Macbeth, In riddles and affairs of death; And I, the mistress of your charms, But make amends now. And at the pit of Acheron Get you gone, Meet me i' the morning; thither he Will come to know his destiny. Your vessels and your spells provide, Your charms, and everything beside : i SCENE VI. Fores. A Room in the Palace. Enter LENOX and another Lord. Len. My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, Which can interpret further: only, I say, Things have been strangely borne. The gracious Duncan Was pitied of Macbeth :-marry, he was dead : For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late. That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep? Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too; (As, an't please heaven, he shall not), they should find What 't were to kill a father: so should Fleance. But peace!-for from broad words, and 'cause he failed His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear I 'll send my prayers with him! [Exeunt. Lord. arria Smith S Light thickens; and the crow makes wing to the rooky wood. |