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Enter Banquo and Fleance, a Servant with a torch Macb. Sweet remembrancer! preceding them.

Now, good digestion wait on appetite, 2 Mur. A light, a light!

And health on both! 3 Mur. 'Tis he.

Len. May it please your highness, sit? I Mur. Stand to't.

[The ghost of Banquo rises, and sits in Ban. It will be rain to-night.

Macbeth's place. 1 Mur. Let it come down. [assaults Banquo. Macb. Here had we now our country's honour

Ban. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, oof'd, Thou may'st revenge.

O slave!

[fly; Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present; [dies; Fleance and Servant escape. Who may I rather challenge for wukindness, 3 Mur. Who did strike out the light?

Than pity for mischance ! 1 Mur. Was't not the way?

Rossc. His absence, sir, 3 Mur. There's but one down; the son is fled. Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your 2 Mur. We have lost best half of our affair. To grace us with your royal company? (highuess 1 Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is Macb. The table's full, done.

[ereunt. Len. Here's a place reserv'd, sir.

Macb. Where? A banquet prepared. Enter Macbeth, Lady Mac- Len. Here, my lord. What is't that moves your

beth, Rosse, Lenox, Lords, and Attendants. Mucb. Which of you have done this? (highness?

Macb. You know your own degrees, sit down; Lords. What, my good lord? And last, the hearty welcome.

[at first

Macb. Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake Lords. Thanks to your majesty.

Thy gory locks at me. Macb. Ourself will mingle with society,

Rosse. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well. And play the humble host.

Lady M. Sit, worthy friends:my lord is Our hostess keeps her state; but, in best time,

often thus,

(seat; We will require ber welcome. [friends; And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep

Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our The fit is momentary: upon a thought For my heart speaks, they are welcome.

He will again be well: If much you note him, Enter first Murderer, to the door.

You shall offend him, and extend his passion; Macb. See, they encounter thee with their hearts' Feed, and regard him not.-—Are you a man?

Macb. Ay, and a bold one, tbat dare look on that Both sides are even. Here I'll sit i'the midst : Which might appal the devil. Be large in mirth; anon, we'll drink a measure Lady M. O proper stuff! The table round. There's blood upon thy face. This is the very painting of your fear: Mur "Till Banquo'gthen

This is the air-drawu dagger, which, you said, Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within. Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts Is he despatch'd?

[him.(Impostors to true fear) would well become Mur. Mylord, his throat îsatzthat I did for Allomas storygata inter’s fire, Macb. ThQgart thebestothequt-throats; yetAuthoriz'd by her grandam. Shame itself! he's good,

Why do you make such faces! When all's done, 'That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it, You look but on a stool. 'Thou art the nonpareil.

Macb. Prythee, sce there! behold! look! lo! Mar. Most royal sir,

how say, you? Fleance is 'scap'd.

(perfect; Why, what care 1? If thou canst nod, speak too.“ Macb. Then camesmyfitagaim: Ihadelse beenIf charnel-houses, andqur gravms, must send Whole as the marble, founded as the rock; Those that we bury, back, our monuments As broad, and general, as the casing air:

Shall be the maws of kites. (ghost disappears. But now, I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd; bound in Lady M. What! quite unmann'd in folly! To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe? Macb. If I stand here, I saw him.

Mur. Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides, Lady M, Fye, for shame! With twenty trenched gashes on his head ;

Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden The least a death to nature,

Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; (time, Macb. Thanks for that:

Ay, and since too, murders have been perform's. There the grown serpent lies; the worm, that's fled, Too terrible for the ear: the times bave been, Hath nature that in time will venom breed, That, when the brains were out, the man woul.! No teeth for the present.--Get thoe gone; to- And there an end; but now, they rise again, (die, morrow

With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, We'll hear ourselves again. [exit Murderer. And push us from our stools. This is more strange LadyM. My royal lord,

Than such a murder is! You do not give the cheer; the feast is sold Lady M. My worthy lord, That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis & making, Your noble friends do lack you. 'Tis given with welcome. To feed, were best at Macb. I do forget:home;

Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends; From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony; I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing (aU; Meeting were bare without it.

To those that know me. Come, love and bea'th to


Then I'll sit down:-Give me some wine, fill Returning were as tedioris as go o'er: full:

Strange things I have in head, that will to hand I drink to the general joy of the whole table, Which must be acted, cre they may be scann'd. Ghost rises.

Lady M. You lack the season of all natures. And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss; sleep.

(self-abuse Would he were here to all, and him, we thirst. Macb. Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and And all to all.

Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use:Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.

We are yet but young in deed.

[exeunt. Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the carth hide thee!

Thunder. Enter Hecate, meeting the three Witches. Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; 1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate? you look Thou hast no speculation in those eyes

angerly. Which thou dost glare with!

Hec. Have I not reason, beldams, as you are, Lady M. Think of this, good peers,

Saucy, and overbold? How did you dare But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;

To trade and traflic with Macbeth, Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

In riddles and affairs of death;
Macb. What man dare, I dare:

And I, the mistress of your charms,
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The close contriver of all harms,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, Was never called to bear my part,
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Or show the glory of our art ?
Shall never tremble. Or, be alive again,

And, which is worse, all you have done
And dare me to the desert with thy sword; Hath been but for a wayward son,
If trembling I inhibit thee, protest me

Spiteful, and wrathful; who, as others do,
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! Loves for his own ends, not for you.
(ghost disappears. But make amends now.

Get you gone,
Unreal mockery, hence!„Why,sq;being gone,And at the pit of Acheron
I am a man again.- Pray you, sit still.

Meet me i'the morning; thither he
Lady M. You have displac'd the mirth, brokc Will come to know his destiny.
With most admird disorder. [thegood meeting Your vessels, and your spells, provide,
Macb. Can such things be,

Your charms, and every thing beside:
And overcome us like a summer's cloud,

I am for the air; this night I'll spend
Without our special wonder? You make me strange Unto a dismal, fatal end.
Even to the disposition that Iqe,

Great business must be wrought ere noon:
WhenNow I think you can behold such siglts, Upon the corner of the moon
And keep the natural ruby of your chceks, There hangs a vaporous drop profound;
When mine are blanch'd with fear,

I'll catch it ere it come to ground:
Rosse. What sights, my lord ?

And that, distill'd by magic slights, Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse Shall raise such artificial sprights, and worse;

As, by the strength of their illusion, Question enrages him : at once, good night:- Shall draw him on to his confusion: Stand not upon the order of your going,

He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and beas But go at once.

His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear: Len. Good night, and better health

And you all know, security Attend his majesty!

Is mortals' chiefest enemy. Lady M. A kind good night to all!

Song. [within.] Come away, come away, 8c. [exeunt Lords and Attendants. ' Hark, I am call'd; my little spirit, see, Macb. It will have blood; they say, blood will, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. [erit. have blood:

[speak; 1 Wilch. Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be Stones have been known to move, and trees to back again.

[ereunt. Augurs, and understood relations, have [forth By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought

Enter Lenox and another Lord. The secret'st man of blood. What is the night? Len. My former speeches have but hit your Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, which thoughts, is which

[person, which can interpret further: only, I say, Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his Things have been strangely borne. The gracious Atqur great bidding?

Duncan Lady M. Did you send to him, sir?

Was pitied of Macbcth: marry, he was dead :Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will send : And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late; There's not one of them, but in his house Whom, you may say, if it please you, Fleance killd, I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow

For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late. (Betimes I will,) unto the weird sisters :

Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous Moreghallthey speak; fornowIambent to knoiIt was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain, By the worst means, the worst: for mine own good, To kill their gracious father? Damned fact ! All causes shall give way; I am in blood How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not strnight, Stept in so far, that, should I wade no more, In pious rage, the two delinquents tear,




That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep! To ratify the work,) we may again
Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too; Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights;
For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive, Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives;
To hear the men deny it. So that, I say, Do faithful homage, and receive free honours,
He has borne all things well: and I do think, All which we pine for now: and this report
That, had he Duncan's sons under his key, [lind Hath so exasperate the king, that he
(As, an't please heaven, he shall not,) they should , Prepares for some attempt of war.
What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. Len. Sent he to Macduff?
But, peace! for, from broad words, and 'cause he Lord. He did: and with an absolute, Sir, not I,
His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear, (fail'd The cloudy messenger turns me his back.
Macduff lives in disgrace. Sir, can you tell And hums; as who should say, You'll rue the
Where he bestows himself?

That clogs me with this answer.

[time Lord. The son of Duncan,

Len. And that well might
From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance
Lives in the English court; and is receiv'd His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel
Of the most pious Edward with such grace, Fly to the court of England, and unfold
That the malevolence of fortune nothing

His message ere he come; that a swift blessing
Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduff May soon return to this our suffering country,
Is gone to pray the holy king, on his aid

Under a hand accurs'd !
To wake Northumberland, and warlike Siward : Lord. My prayers with him!
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Enter Hecate, and other three Witches.

Hec. O, well done! I commend your pains;
Thunder. Enter three Witches.

And every one shall share i'the gains.
1 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. And now about the cauldron sing,
2 Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whin'd. Like elves and fairies in a ring,
3 Witch. Harper cries :—'Tis time, 'tis time. Enchanting all that you put in.
1 Witch. Round about the cauldron go;

SONG, Black spirits and white,

Red spirits and grey In the poison'd entrails throw,

Mingle, mingle, mingle Toad, that under coldest stone

You that mingle may. Days and nights has thirty-one

2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs, Swelter'd venom sleeping got,

Something wicked this way comes: Boil thou first i'the charmed pot !

Open, locks, whoever knocks. All. Double, double, toil and trouble;

Enter Macbeth. Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.

Macb. How now, you secret, black, and mid2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake,

night, hags? In the cauldron boil and bake:

What is't you do? Eye of newt, and toe of frog,

AU. A deed without a name. Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,

Macb. I conjure you, by that which you profess, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,

(Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me: Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,

Though you untie the winds, and let them fight For a charm of powerful trouble,

Against the churches; though the yesty waves Like a hell-broth, boil and bubble.

Confound and swallow navigation up; (down; All. Double, double, toil and trouble;

Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.

Though castles topple on their warders' heads; 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf; Though palaces, and pyramids, do slope Witches' mummy; maw, and gulf,

Their heads to their foundations; though the treaOf the ravin'd salt-sca shark;

Of nature's germins tumble all together, (sure Root of hemlock, digg'd i'the dark;

Even till destruction sicken;-answer me Liver of blaspheming Jew;

To what I ask you. Gall of goat, and slips of yew,

1 Witch. Speak. Siver'd in the moon's eclipse;

2 Witch. Demand. Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;

3 Witch. We'll answer. Finger of birth-strangled babe,

1 Witch. Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,

Or from our masters'?

(our mouths, Make the gruel thick and slab:

Macb. Call them, let me see them. Add thereto a tiger's chawdron,

1 Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eateu l'or the ingredients of our cauldron.

Her nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten Al. Double, double, toil and trouble;

From the murderer's gibbet, throw Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.

Into the flame. 2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood,

All. Come, high, or low; Then the charm is firm and good.

Thyself, and office, deftly show

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Thunder. An Apparition of an armed head rises. Which shows mo many more; and Rome I see,
Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power,-

That two-fold balls and treble sceptres carty:
Witch. He knows thy thought;

Horrible sight!-Ay, now, I see, 'tis true; Hear his specch, but say thou nought. Macduff! For the blood-boiter'd Banquo smiles upon mc,

App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware And points at them for his.-- What, is this so?
Beware the thanc of Fife.-- Dismiss me.--Enough. 1 Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so.—But why 1"

[descends. Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?-
Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, Cume, sisters, cheer we up liis sprights

(more. And show the best of our delights:
Thou hast harp'd my fear aright.—But one word I'll charm the air to give a sound,

1 Witch. He will not be commanded : here's While you perform your antique round:
More potent than the first.

(another, That this great king inay kindly say,
Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody child rises. Our duties did his welcome pay.
App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!

(Music; the Witches dance, and vanish. Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.

Macb. Where are they? Gone?—Let this perni. App. Be bloody, bold,

Stand aye accursed in the calendar!— [cious hour
And resolute: laugh to scorn the power of man,

Come in without there!
For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.

Enter Lenox,

(descends. Len. What's your grace's will?
Mac. Then live, Macduff; what need I fear of Macb. Saw you the weird sisters ?
But yet I'll make assurance double sure, (thec? Len. No, my lord.
And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live; Macb. Came they not by you?
That I may tell pale-hearted Fear, it lies,

Len. No, indeed, my lord.
And sleep in spite of thunder.-— What is this, Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride;
Thunder. An Apparition of a child crowned, with And damu’d, all those that trust them !—I did hear
a tree in his hand, rises.

The galloping of horse: who was't came by?
That rises, like the issue of a king;

Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you And wears upon his baby brow the round Macduff is fled to England.

(word, And top of sovereignty?

Macó. Fled to England?
All. Listen, but speak not.

Len. Ay, my good lord.
Arp. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits.
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are: The flighty purpose never is o'ertook,
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until

Unless the deed go with it: from this moment,
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill The very firstlings of my

heart shall be Shall come against him.

(descends. The firstlings of my hand. And even now, Macb. That will never be.

To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and
Who can impress the forest;' bid the tree The castle of Macduff I will surprise; ' [done :
Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements! Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o'the sword
Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood (good! His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls
Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth That trace his line. No boasting, like a fool;
Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool:
To time, and mortal custom. -Yet

But no more sights!- Where are these gentlemen ?
Throbs to know one thing: tell me (if your art Come, bring me where they are. [exeunt.
Can tell so much,) shall Banquo's issue ever

A ROOM IN MAcdurf's castle. Reign in this kingdom ?

Enter Lady Macduff, her Son, and Rosse. All. Seek to know no more.

L. Macd. What had he done, to make him fly thic
Macb. I will be satisfied: deny me this, Rosse. You must have patience, madam. [land?
And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know:-

L. Macd. He had none;
Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this? His flight was madness: when our actions do not,

(hautboys. Our fears do, make us traitors.
1 Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show! 3 Witch. Show! Rosse. You know not,

All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart! Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear. [babes, Come like shadows, so depart.

L. Macd. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his
Eight kings appear, and pass over the stage in order; His mansion, and his titles, in a place
the last with a glass in his hand: Banquo following. From whence himself doth fly? he loves us not;
Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; He wants the natural touch: for the poor wren

The most diminutive of birds, will fight,
Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls: and thy hair, Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first: All is the fear, and nothing is the love;
A third is like the former:- Filthy hags! As little is the wisdom, where the flight
Why do you show me this!-A fourth !_Start, So runs against all reason.

[doom? Rosse. My dearest coz',
What! will the line stretch out to the crack of I pray you, school yourself; but for your husbanel,
Another yet?-A seventh?-I'll see no mores He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows
And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass, The fits o'the scason. I dare not speak much fw :

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Bat cruel are the times, when we are traitors, Accounted dangerous folly: why then, alas!
And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour Do I put up that womanly defence, [faces?
From what we fear, yet know not what we fear; To say, I have done no harm?- What are these
But float upon a wild and violent sea,

ivf Enter Murderers.
Each way and move.I take my leave of you: Mur. Where is your husband? :-) !?
Shall not be long but I'll be here again :

L. Macd. I hope, in no place so unsanctifice, Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward Where such as thou may'st find him. To what they were before. -My pretty cousin, Mur. He's a traitor. Blessing upon you ! :)

Son. Thou ly'st, thou shag-ear'd villain. L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. Mur. What, you egg? [stabbing him.

Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, Young fry of treachery? It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort: Son. He has killed


mother: I take my leave at once. j' [ezit Rosse. Run away, I pray you.

[dice L. Macd. Sirrah, your father's dead; a

[exit Lady Macduff, crying murder. And what will you do now? how will you live?

A ROOM IN THE KING's Son. As.birds do, mother. L. Macd. What, with worms and fies?

Enter Malcolm and Macduff. Son. With what I get, I mean; and so do they. Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade, and L. Macd. Poor bird! thou'dst never fear the net Weep our sad bosoms empty.

[there Thc pit-fall, nor the gin.

1 [nor lime, Macd. Let us rather Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good men, not set for. SA

Bestride our downfall'n birthdom: each new inorn,
My father is not dead, for all your saying. 1. New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows
L. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds

As if it felt with Scotland, and yelld out
Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband ? Like syllable of dolour.
L. Macd. Why I can buy me twenty at any

Mal. What I believe, I'll wail;
Son. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again. (market. What know, believe; and what I can redress,

L. Macd. Thou speak’st with all thy wit; and As I shall find the time to friend, I will. With wit enough for thee. ! (yet, i'faith, What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance,

Son. Was my father a traitor, mother? This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongue, L. Macd. Ay, that he was.

Was once thought honest: you have lov'd him well; Son. What is a traitor ?

He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young, but L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies.

something Son. And be all traitors, that do so?

You may deserve of him through me; and wisdom L. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor, To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb, and must be banged.

To appease an angry god.
Son. And must they all be hang'd, that swear Macd. I am not treacherous.
L. Macd. Every one.

[and lie?

Mal. But Macbeth is. Son. Who must bang them?

A good and virtuous nature may recoil, L. Macd. Why, the honest men.

In an imperial charge. But, crave your pardon ; Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools: That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose: for there are liars and swearers enough to beat Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell: the honest men, and hang up them.

Though all things foul would wear the brows of L. Macd. Now, God help thee, poor monkey! Yet grace must still look so.

(grace, But how wilt thou do for a father?

Macd. I have lost my hopes.

(my doubts. Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him: if Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did find you would not, it were a good sign that I should Why in that rawness left you wife and child, quickly have a new father.

(Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,) L. Macd. Poor prattler! how thou talk'st! Without leave-taking ?-1I pray you, Enter a Messenger.

Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, . Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you But mine own safeties. — You may be rightly just, known,

Whatever I shall think. Though in your state of honour I am perfect. Macd. Bleed, blecd, poor country! 11H I doubt, some danger does approach you nearly: Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, (wrongs If you will take a homely man's advice,

For goodness dares not check thee! wear thou tby Be not found here; hence, with your little ones. Thy title is affeer'd-Fare the well, lord : To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage; I would not be the villain that thou think’st, To do worse to you, were fell cruelty, !! (you! For the whole space that's in the tyrant's gruspy Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve And the rich east to boot. I dare abide no longer. is [exit Messenger. Mal. Be not offended : ? L. Macd, Whither should I fly?

I speak not as in absolute fear of you. I have done no harm. But I remember now I think, our country sinks beneath the yoke; I am in this earthly world; where, to do barm, It weeps, it bleeds; and cach new day a goala Is often laudable; to do good, sometime,

Is added to her wounds: I think, vitlanes

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