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All. Come, high, or low:

Thyself, and office, deftly show.

Thunder. An Apparition of an armed head

rises.

Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power, 1. Witch. He knows thy thought; Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware

Beware the Thane of Fife.

Macduff;

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Enough. [descends. Macb. What-e'er thou art, for thy good cau

tion, thanks;

Thou hast harp'd my fear aright:

But one

1. Witch. He will not be commanded: Here's

More potent than the first.

word more:

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Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody child

rises.

App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!
Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.

App. Be bloody, bold, and resolute: laugh to

scorn

The power of man; for none of woman born
Shall harm Macbeth.

[descends. Macb. Then live, Macduff; What need I fear

of thee?

But yet I'll make assurance double sure,
And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live:
That I may tell pale-hearted fear, it lies,

And sleep in spite of thunder.

What is this,

Thunder. An Apparition of a child crowned, with a tree in his hand, rises.

That rises like the issue of a King;

And wears upon his baby brow the round
And top of sovereignty?

All. Listen, but speak not.

App. Be lion-mettled, proud: and take no care Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are: Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until

Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
Shall come against him.

Macb. That will never be:

[descends.

Who can impress the forest: bid the tree
Unfix his earth-bound root? sweet

good!

bodements!

Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood
Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth
Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath
To time, and mortal custom. Yet my heart
Throbs to know one thing; Tell me, (if you art
Can tell so much,) shall Banquo's issue ever
Reign in this kingdom?

All. Seek to know no more.

Macb. I will be satisfied: deny me this,

And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know : — Why sinks that cauldron ? and what noise is this?

[Hautboys. 1. Witch, Show! 2. Witch. Show! 3. 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 scar mine eye-balls:

hair.

And thy

Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first:
A third is like the former: Filthy hags!
Why do you show me this?

A fourth?

Start, eyes!

--

What! will the line stretch out to the crack of

doom?

Another yet? A seventh?. I'll see no more:
And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass,
Which shows me many more: and some I see,
That twofold balls and treble scepters carry:
Horrible sight! Ay, now, I see, 'tis true;
For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me,
And points at them for his. What, is this so?
But why

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1. Witch. Ay, Sir, all this is so: Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?

Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprights,
And show the best of our delights;
I'll charm the air to give a sound,
While you perform your antique round:
That this great King may kindly say,
Our duties did his welcome pay

[Musick. The Witches dance, and vanish. Macb. Where are they? Gone?

Let this per

nicious hour

Stand aye accursed in the calendar!

Come in, without there!

Enter LENOX.

Len. What's your Grace's will?
Macb. Saw you the weird sisters?
Len. No, my Lord.

Macb. Came they not by you?

Len. No, indeed, my Lord.

Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride;
And damn'd, all those that trust them! did hear
The gailoping of horse: Who was't came by?*
Len. 'Tis two or three, my Lord, that bring
you word,

Macduff is fled to England.
Macb. Fled to England?
Len. Ay, my good Lord.

Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits : The flighty purpose never is o'ertook,

Unless the deed go with it: From this moment, The very firstlings of my heart shall be

The firstlings of my hand.

And even now

To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought

The castle of Macduff I
Seize upon Fife; give to

and done;

will surprise;

the edge o'the sword

His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls
That trace his line. No boasting like a fool;
This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool:

But no more sights! Where are these gentlemen? Come, bring me where they are.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Fife. A Room in Macduff's Castle.

Enter Lady MacDUFF, her son, and RosSE.

L. Macd. What had he done, to make him fly the land?

Rosse. You must have patience, Madam.

L. Macd. He had none:

His flight was madness: When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors.

Rosse You know not,

Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear.

L. Macd. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes,

His mansion, and his titles, in a place

From whence himself does fly? He loves us not;
He wants the natural touch: for the poor wren,
The most diminutive of birds, will fight,
Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
All is the fear, and nothing is the love;
As little is the wisdom, where the flight

So runs against all reason.

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I pray you, school yourself: But, for your hus

band,

He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows The fits o'the season. I dare not speak much further:

But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, And do not know ourselves; when we hold ru

mour.

From what we fear, yet know no what we fear; But float upon a wild and violent sea,

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