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Both sides are even. Here I'll sit i'the midst Be large in mirth; anon, we'll drink a measure The table round.-There's blood upon thy face. Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.
Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within. Is he despatch'd? [him. Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for Macb. Thou art the best o'the cut-throats; yet he's good,
'That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it, Thou art the nonpareil.
Mur. Most royal sir, Fleance is 'scap'd.
Macb. Then comes my fit again: I had else been Whole as the marble, founded as the rock;" As broad, and general, as the casing air: But now, I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound in To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?
Mur. Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides, With twenty trenched gashes on his head; The least a death to nature,
Macb. Thanks for that:
Len. Here, my lord. What is't that moves your Mucb. Which of you have done this? [highness? Lords. What, my good lord?
Macb. Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake Thy gory locks at me.
Rosse. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well. Lady M. Sit, worthy friends:-my lord is often thus, [seat; And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep The fit is momentary: upon a thought He will again be well: If much you note him, You shall offend him, and extend his passion; Feed, and regard him not.-Are you a man? Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appal the devil.
Lady M. O proper stuff!
This is the very painting of your fear:
This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said,
Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.-
Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, I'the olden Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; [time, Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd · Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would And there an end; but now, they rise again, [die, 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 Returning were as tedious as go o'er:
I drink to the general joy of the whole table, Ghost rises.
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss; Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst. And all to all.
Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.
Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Lady M. Think of this, good peers,
Macb. What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble. Or, be alive again, And dare me to the desert with thy sword; If trembling I inhibit thee, protest me The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! [ghost disappears. Unreal mockery, hence!—Why, so;-being gone, I am a man again.-Pray you, sit still.
Lady M. You have displac'd the mirth, broke With most admir'd disorder. [the good meeting Macb. Can such things be,
Lady M. A kind good night to all! [exeunt Lords and Attendants. Macb. It will have blood; they say, blood will [speak;
Stones have been known to move, and trees to
Lady M. Did you send to him, sir?
Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will send : There's not one of them, but in his house I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow (Betimes I will,) unto the weird sisters: More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, By the worst means, the worst: for mine own good, All causes shall give way; I am in blood Stept in so far, that, should I wade no more,
Strange things I have in head, that will to hand
SCENE V. THE HEATH.
Thunder. Enter Hecate, meeting the three Witches. 1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate? you look angerly.
Hec. Have I not reason, beldams, as you are,
And, which is worse, all you have done
Great business must be wrought ere noon:
There hangs a vaporous drop profound;
That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep!
Lord. The son of Duncan,
From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth,
SCENE 1. A DARK CAVE. IN THE MIDDLE, A CAULDRON, BOILING.
Thunder. Enter three Witches.
1 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. 2 Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whin'd. 3 Witch. Harper cries:-'Tis time, 'tis time. 1 Witch. Round about the cauldron go; In the poison'd entrails throw,——————----Toad, that under coldest stone Days and nights has thirty-one Swelter'd venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i'the charmed pot!
All. Double, double, toil and trouble;
2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake,
All. Double, double, toil and trouble;
3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew,
All. Double, double, toil and trouble;
2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good.
To ratify the work,) we may again
Lord. He did: and with an absolute, Sir, not I,
Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance
Lord. My prayers with him!
Enter Hecate, and other three Witches. Hec. O, well done! I commend your pains; And every one shall share i'the gains. And now about the cauldron sing, Like elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put in. Black spirits and white, Red spirits and grey Mingle, mingle, mingle You that mingle may.
2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes:Open, locks, whoever knocks.
Macb. How now, you secret, black, and midnight, hags?
What is't you do?
All. A deed without a name.
1 Witch. Speak.
2 Witch. Demand.
Macb. I conjure you, by that which you profess, (Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me: Though you untie the winds, and let them fight Against the churches; though the yesty waves Confound and swallow navigation up; [down; Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown Though castles topple on their warders' heads; Though palaces, and pyramids, do slope Their heads to their foundations; though the treaOf nature's germins tumble all together, Even till destruction sicken;-answer me To what I ask you.
3 Witch. We'll answer.
1 Witch. Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from Or from our masters'?
All. Come, high, or low; Thyself, and office, deftly show
Macb. Call them, let me see them.
1 Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten Her nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten From the murderer's gibbet, throw Into the flame.
Thunder. An Apparition of an armed head rises. Which shows me many more; and some I see,
That two-fold balls and treble sceptres carry:
[Music; the Witches dance, and vanish.
Hear his speech, but say thou nought. [Macduff!
[descends. Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks;
And resolute: laugh to scorn the power of man,
Mac. Then live, Macduff; what need I fear of
All. Listen, but speak not.
App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care
Macb. That will never be.
All. Seek to know no more.
Macb. I will be satisfied: deny me this,
1 Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show! 8 Witch. Show! All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart! Come like shadows, so depart.
Eight kings appear, and pass over the stage in order; the last with a glass in his hand: Banquo following. Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; down!
Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls: and thy hair,
Len. What's your grace's will?
Macb. Came they not by you?
Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride;
Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you Macduff is fled to England. [word,
Maco. Fled to England?
Len. Ay, my good lord.
Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits.
Enter Lady Macduff, her Son, and Rosse.
His flight was madness: when cur actions do not,
Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear. [babes,
Rosse. My dearest.coz',
I pray you, school yourself; but for your husband,
But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour From what we fear, yet know not what we fear; But float upon a wild and violent sea, Jorb Each way and move. I take my leave of you: Shall not be long but I'll be here again:
Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward To what they were before. My pretty cousin, Blessing upon you!
L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort: I take my leave at once. [exit Rosse.
L. Macd. Sirrah, your father's dead; And what will you do now? how will you live? Son. As birds do, mother.
L. Macd. What, with worms and flies?
Son. With what I get, I mean; and so do they. L. Macd. Poor bird! thou'dst never fear the net The pit-fall, nor the gin. [nor lime, Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for.
My father is not dead, for all your saying.
Son. What is a traitor?
L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies.
L. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor, and must be hanged.
Son. And must they all be hang'd, that swear L. Macd. Every one. [and lie?
Son. Who must hang them?
L. Macd. Why, the honest men.
Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools: for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men, and hang up them.
L. Macd. Now, God help thee, poor monkey! But how wilt thou do for a father?
Though in your state of honour I am perfect.
You may deserve of him through me; and wisdom
Macd. I am not treacherous.
Mal. But Macbeth is.
A good and virtuous nature may recoil,
Macd. I have lost my hopes.
Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did find Why in that rawness left you wife and child, (Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,) Without leave-taking?I pray you, Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, But mine own safeties.—You may be rightly just, Whatever I shall think.
Macd. Bleed, bleed, poor country!ek Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, [wrongs, For goodness dares not check thee! wear thou thy Thy title is affeer'd-Fare thee well, lord:
I would not be the villain that thou think'st, For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp, And the rich east to boot.
Mal. Be not offended:
I speak not as in absolute fear of you.
I think, our country sinks beneath the yoke; It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash Is added to her wounds: I think, with,