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life in me, would preferment drop on my head. Hark! the kings and the princes, our kindred, I brought the old man and his fon aboard the are going to fee the queen's picture. Come, follow prince; told him, I heard them talk of a farthel, us: we'll be thy good masters.

and I know not what: but he at that time, over

fond of the shepherd's daughter, (fo he then took

SCENE III.

Paulina's House.

[Excunt.

her to be) who began to be much fea-fick, and Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Florizzel, Perdita, Camille,

himself little better, extremity of weather continuing, this mystery remained undiscovered. But 'tis all one to me for had I been the finder-out of this fecret, it would not have relifh'd among my other difcredits.

Enter Shepherd and Clown, Here come those I have done good to againft my will, and already appearing in the bloffoms of their fortune..

Paulina, Lords and Attendants.

Leo. O grave and good Paulina, the great comThat I have had of thee ! [fort

Paul. What, fovereign fir,

I did not well, I meant well: All my fervices You have paid nome: but that you have vouchíaf'd, With your crown'd brother, and these your con

tracted

Heirs of your kingdoms, my poor house to vifit;

Sbep. Come, boy; I am paft more children; but It is a furplus of your grace, which never

thy fous and daughters will be all gentlemen born. My life may lait to anfwer.

C/s. You are well met, fr: You denied to fight Leo. O Paulina,

with me this other day, because I was no gentle- We honour you with trouble: But we came man born: See you these clothes? fay, you fee To fee the statue of our queen: your gallery them not, and think me ftill no gentleman born: Have we pats'd through, not without much content you were beft fay, these robes are not gentlemen In many fingularities; but we faw not

bom. Give me the lie; do; and try whether I

am not now a gentleman born.

Aut. I know, you are now, fir, a gentleman born.

Clo. Ay, and have been so any time these four hours.

Shep. And fo have 1, boy.

Clo. So you have: -but I was a gentleman born before my father for the king's fon took me by the hand, and call'd me brother; and then the two kings call'd my father, brother; and then the prince, my brother, and the princess, my fifter, call'd my father, father; and fo we wept and there was the first gentleman-like tears that ever we shed.

Shep. We may live, fon, to shed many more. Clo. Ay; or elfe 'twere hard luck, being in fo prepofterous eftate as we are.

Aut. I humbly beseech you, fir, to pardon me all the faults I have committed to your worthip, and to give me your good report to the prince my mafter. Shep. 'Pr'ythee, fon, do; for we must be gentle, now we are gentlemen.

Clo. Thou wilt amend thy life ?

dat. Ay, an it like your good worship. Clo. Give me thy hand: I will fwear to prince, thou art as honeft a true fellow as any Bohemia.

Stup. You may fay it, but not fwear it.

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That which my daughter came to look upon,
The ftatue of her mother.

Paul. As the liv'd peerless,
So her dead likeneís, I do well believe,
Excels whatever yet you look'd upon,
Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it
Lonely, apart: But here it is; prepare
To fes the life as lively mock'd, as ever
[well.
Still fleep mock'd death: behold; and say, 'tis
[Paulina undraws a curtain, and discovers a statue.
I like your filence, it the more fhews off
Your wonder: But yet speak ;-firit, you, my liege,
Comes it not fomething near?

1 eo. Her natural posture!

Chide me, dear stone; that I may fay, indeed,
Thou art Hermione: or, rather, thou art the,
In thy not chiding; for she was as tender,
As infancy, and grace. But yer, Paulina,
Hermione was not fo much wrinkled; nothing
So aged, as this feems.

Pol, Oh, not by much.

Paul. Somuch the more our carver's excellences
Which let's go by fome fixteen years, and makes her
As the liv'd now.

Leo. As now the might have done,
So much to my good comfort, as it is
Now piercing to my foul. Oh, thus she stood,
Even with fuch life of majesty, (warm life,
As now it coldly stands) when first I woo'd her!

Clo. Not fwear it, now I am a gentleman? Let 1 am asham'd: Does not the ftone rebuke me,

boors and franklins say it, I'll swear it.

Step. How if it be false, fon?

Clo. If it be ne'er fo falfe, a true gentleman may fwear it, in the behalf of his friend: -And I'll fwear to the prince, thou art a tall 2 fellow of thy hands, and that thou wilt not be drunk; but I know, thou art no tall fellow of thy hands, and that thou wilt be drunk; but I'll swear it and I would, thou would'st be a tall fellow of thy hands.

Aut. I will prove so, fir, to my power.

Cin. Ay, by any means prove a tall fellow: If

For being more ftone than it ?--Oh, royal piece,
There's magick in thy majcity; which has
My evils conjur'd to remembrance; and
From thy admiring daughter took the fpirits,
Standing like ftone with thee!

Per. And give me leave;
And do not fay, 'tis fuperftition, that
I kneel, and then implore her bleffing.---Lady,
Dear queen, that ended when I but began,
Give me that hand of yours, to kifs.

Paul. Oh, patience 3;

I do not wonder, how thou dar'st venture to be The statue is but newly fix'd, the colour's drunk, not being a tall fellow, trust me not.- Not dry.

Franklin is a freeholder, or yeoman, a man above a villain, but not a gentleman, 31. c. stay a while, be not so eager.

2 i. c. tout. Cam.

Cam. My lord, your forrow was too fore laid on; I'll fill your grave up: stir; nay, come away;

Which fixteen winters cannot blow away; So many fummers, dry: scarce any joy

Did ever fo long live; no forrow,

But kill'd itself much fooner.

Pol. Dear my brother,

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Make me to think so twenty years together;
No fettled fentes of the world can match

The pleafure of that madness. Let 't alone. [but

Bequeath to death your numbness, for from him Dear life redeems you. You perceive, she stirs : [Hermione comes down.

Start not; her actions shall be holy, as,

You hear, my fpell is lawful: do not shun her,

Until you fee her die again; for then

You kill her double: Nay, present your hand: When she was young, you woo'd her; now, in age,

Is the become the fuitor.

Leo. Oh, the's warm !

If this be magick, let it be an art
Lawful as eating.

Pol. She embraces him.

Cam. She hangs about his neck;

[Embracing ber.

If the pertain to life, let her speak too.

Pol. Ay, and make't manifeft where she has liv'd, Or how ftol'n from the dead?

Paul. That the is living,

Were it but told you, should be hooted at
Like an old tale; but it appears, the lives,
Though yet she speak not. Mark a little while.-
Please you to interpose, fair madam; kneel,
And pray your mother's blefling.---Turn, good lady;
Our Perdita is found.

[Presenting Perdita, rubo kneels to Hermione.

Her. You gods, look down, And from your facred vials pour your graces Upon my daughter's head!----Tell me, mine own, Where haft thou heen preferv'd? where liv'd?

how found

Thy father's court? for thou shalt hear, that 1,

Paul. I am forry, fir, I have thus far stirr'd you Knowing by Paulina, that the oracle

I could afflict you further.

Leo. Do, Paulina ;

For this affliction has a taste as sweet

As any cordial comfort. Still, methinks,

There is an air comes from her: What fine chizzel Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock me, For I will kiss her.

Paul. Good my lord, forbear:
The ruddiness upon her lip is wet;

You'll mar it, if you kiss it; stain your own
With oily painting: Shall I draw the curtain ?
Leo. No, not there twenty years.

P'er. So long could I

Stand by, a looker on.

Paul. Either forbear,

Quit presently the chapel; or refolve you
For more amazement: If you can behold it,
I'll make the statue move indeed; defcend,
And take you by the hand but then you'll think,
(Which I protest againft) I am affifted
By wicked powers.

Leo. What you can make her do,
I am content to look on what to speak,
I am content to hear; for 'tis as easy

To make her ípeak, os move.

Paul. It is requir'd,

Gave hope thou wast in being,-have preferv'd
Myfelf, to fee the issue.

Paul. There's time enough for that;
Lest they defire, upon this push, to trouble
Your joys with like relation. Go together,
You precious winners all; your exultation
Partake to every one: I, an old turtle,

Will wing me to fome wither'd bough; and there
My mate, that's never to be found again,
Lament 'till I am loft.

Leo. O peace, Paulina;

Thou should ft a husband take by my confent,
As I by thine, a wife this is a match,

And made between's by vows. Thou haft found

mine;

But how, is to be question'd: for I faw her,
As I thought, dead; and have, in vain, faid many
A prayer upon her grave: I'll not feek far
(For him, I partly know his mind) to find thee
An honourable husband :-Come, Camillo,
And take her by the hand; whose worth, and ho-
Is richly noted; and here justify'd
[nefty,
By us, a pair of kings. Let's from this place.-
What?-Look upon my brother ?-both your

You do awake your faith: Then, all stand still; My ill fufpicion. This your fon-in-law,
Or, those, that think it is unlawful business

I am about, let them depart.

Leo. Proceed;

No foot shall itir.

Paul. Mufick: awake her: ftrike.- [Musick. 'Tis time; defcend; bestone no more: approach; Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come;

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pardons,

That e'er I put between your holy looks

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The Ghoft of Banquo, and feveral other Apparitions.

SCENE, in the end of the fourth Act, lies in England; through the rest of the play, in Scotland;

and, chiefly, at Macbeth's Caflic.

Witch.

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Enter three Witches.

HEN shall we three meet again

In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

2 Witch. When the hurly-burly's done,

When the battle's loft and won :

3 Witch. That will be ere th' fet of fun.

1 Witch. Where the place ?

2 Witch. Upon the heath:

3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth.

1 Witch. I come, Gray-malkin! All. Paddock calls: Anon Fair is foul, and foul is fair 2:

Hover through the fog and filthy air.

SCENE II.

Alarum within. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Captain.

King. What bloody man is that? He can report, As feemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state.

Mal. This is the ferjeant,

Who like a good and hardy foldier fought

I.

'Gainft my captivity: Hail, brave friend! Say to the king the knowledge of the broil, As thou didst leave it.

Cap. Doubtful it stood;

As two fpent fwimmers, that do cling together,
And choak their art. The merciless Macdonel
(Worthy to be a rebel; for, to that,
The multiplying villanies of nature

Do fwarm upon him) from the western ifles
Of Kernes and Gallow-glasses is fupply'd;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Shew'd like a rebel's whore: But all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth, (well he deferves that name)
Difdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
Which smoak'd with bloody execution,

Like valour's minion, carved out his paffage,
Till he fac'd the flave:

And ne'er fhook hands, nor bade farewel to him,
'Till he unfeam'd him from the nave 3 to the chops,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

King. Oh, valiant coufin! worthy gentleman ! Cap. As whence the fun 'gins his reflexion 4, Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break; So from that fpring, whence comfort seem'd to come, Difcomfort fwells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: No fooner juftice had, with valour arm'd,

Mr. Upton observes, that to understand this passage, we should suppose one familiar calling with the voice of a cat, and another with the croaking of a toad. 2 i. e. we make these sudden changes of the weather. 3 Warburton thinks we should read, from the nape to the chops; i. e. cut his skull

in two.

4 i. c. the east.

Compell'd

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3 Witch. Sifter, where thou?

1 Witch. A failor's wife had chefnuts in her far, And mouncht, and mouncht, and mouncht: Give me, quoth I.

Argint & thee, witch! the rump-fed6ronyon 7 cries,
Her husband's to Aleppogone, master o' the Tyger:
But in a fieve I'll thither fail,
And, like a rat without a tail,

I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind.

1 Witch. Thou art kind.

3 Witch. And I another.

1 Witch. I myself have all the other;

And the very & points they blow,
All the quarters that they know
I' the shipman's card.

I will drain him dry as hay:
Sleep shall, neither night nor day,
Hang upon his pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid 9:
Weary feven-nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:

Lex. What a hafte looks through his eyes! So Though his bark cannot be loft,

should he look,

That feems to speak things ftrange.

Reffe. God fave the king!

King. Whence cam'it thou, worthy thane?
Roffe. From Fife, great king,

Where the Norweyan banners flout 2 the sky,
And fan our people cold.
Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
Affifted by that moft difloyal traitor

The thane of Cawdor, began a difmal conflict:
"Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapt in proof,
Confronted him with felf-comparifons 3,
Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainft arm,
Curbing his lavith fpirit: And to conclude,
The victory fell on us;-

King. Great happiness!
Roffe. That now

Sweno, the Norways' king, craves compofition;
Nor would we deign him burial of his men,

'Till he difburfed, at Saint Colmes' inch 4,

Yet it shall be tempeft-toft.
Look what I have.

2 Witch. Shew me, shew me.

I Witab. Here I have a pilot's thumb,

Wreck'd, as homeward he did come. [Drum within

3 Witch. A drum, a drum;

Macbeth doth come.

All. The weird fifters 10, hand in hand,

Pofters of the sea and land,

Thus do go about, about;

Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again, to make up nine:
Peace! the charm's wound up.

Enter Macbeth and Banquo.
Mac. So foul and fair a day I have not feen..
Ban. How far is 't call'd to Fores? What are
[thefe,

So wither'd, and fo wild in their attire;
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on 't? - Live you? or are you aught
That man may question? You seem to understand
[mc,

Ten thousand dollars to our general ufe. [ceive By each at once her choppy finger laying

King. No more that thane of Cawdor shall de- Upon her skinny lips :---You should be women, Our bosom interest :-Go, pronounce his prefent And yet your beards 12 forbid me to interpret And with his former title greet Macbeth. [death,

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That you are fo.
Mach. Speak, if you can;-What are you?
I Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hall to thee, thane
of Glamis!
[of Cawdor!
2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane
3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king
[fear

hereafter.

Ban. Good fir, why do you start; and feem to

Memorize, for make memorable. 2 To flout is to mock or infult. 3 i. e. gave him as good as he brought, snew'd he was his equal. 4 Colme's inch, now called Inchcomb, a {mall ifland lying in the Firth of Edinburgh, with an abbey upon it, dedicated to St. Columb; called by Camden Inch Colm, or the ifle of Columba. 5 Areint, or avaunt, be gone. The weird fifter here alludes to the poverty of the woman who had called her witch, as not being able to procure better provifion than rumps and other offals. 7 i. e. fcabby or mangy wonan; from rogneux, тоупе, fcurf. true exact points. 9 i. e. as one under a curse, an interdiction. 10 Weird is derived from an Anglo-Saxon word fignifying a prophecy. The weird fifters here mean the Fates or Deftimes of the northern nations. 11 i, e. may hold converfe with. 12 Witches were fuppofed always to have han on their chins.

8 i. e. the

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Things that do found fo fair? I'the name of truth, Only to herald thee into his fight,

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1 Witch. Leffer than Macbeth, and greater.
2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier.
3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be
[none:

So, all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!

1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail!
Mac. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
By Sinel's 3 death, I know, I am thane of Glamis;
But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives,
A profperous gentleman; and, to be king,
Stands not within the profpect of belief,

Not pay thee.

Roffe. And, for an earnest of a greater honour,
He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdora
In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!
For it is thine.

Ban. What, can the devil speak true? [dress me
Mach. The thane of Cawdor lives; Why do you
In borrow'd robes ?

Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet;
But under heavy judgment bears that life,
Which he deferves to lofe. Whether he was
Combin'd with Norway; or did line the rebel
With hidden help and vantage; or that with both
He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not;
But treafons capital, confefs'd, and prov'd,
Have overthrown him.

Mach. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor:
The greatest is behind.--Thanks for your pains.
Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me,
Promis'd no less to them?

Ban, That, trusted home 6,
Might yet enkindle 7 you unto the crown,
Befides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange:
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The inftruments of darkness tell us truths;
Win us with honeft trifies, to betray us

No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence
You owe this fstrange intelligence? or why
Upon this blafted heath you itop our way
With fach prophetick greeting?-Speak, I charge
[Witches vanish.
Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, In deepeft confequence. Coufins, a word, I pray
And thefe are of them:-Whither are they va- Mach. Two truths are told,

you.

nifh'd?

[melted As happy prologues to the fwelling act

[you.

Mach. Into the air; and what feem'd corporal, Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentlemen.

As breath into the wind.-'Would they had ftaid! This fupernatural foliciting

Ban. Were fuch things here, as we do fpeak Cannot be ill; cannot be good:- If ill,

Or have we eaten of the infane root 4,

That takes the reason prifoner?

Mach. Your children shall be kings.

[about? Why hath it given me earnett of fuccefs,

Ban. You shall he king.
Mach. And thane of Cawdor too; went

Ban. To the felf-lame tune, and words.

here?

Enter Roffe and Angus.

Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor
If good, why do I yield to that fuggeftion
[fo? Whote horrid image doth unfix my hair,
it not And make my feated heart knock at my ribs,
Who's Againft the use of nature? Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings:
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my fingle ftate of man, that function
Is fmother'd in furmife; and nothing is,
But what is not.

Roffe. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth,
The news of thy fuccess: and when he reads
Thy perfonal venture in the rebel's fight,
His wonders and his praites do contend,
Which should be thine, or his: Silenc'd with that,
In viewing o'er the rest o' the felf-fame day,
He finds thee in the ftout Norweyan ranks,
Nothing afraid of what thyfelf didft make,
Strange images of death. As thick as tale,
Came pott with poft 5; and every one did bear
Thy praifes in his kingdom's great defence,
Asd pour'd them down before him.

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Ii. e. creatures of fantasy or imagination. 2 Having, we have before observed, is eftate, poflemon, fortune. 3 The father of Macheth. 4 Shakipeare here alludes to the qualities anciently atcribed to hemlock. 5 That is, pofts arrived as fast as they could be counted. 6 i. e. carried as far as it will go. 1 Enkindle, for to ftimulate you to feck. 8 Warburton thinks foliciting 18 here put for information; while Johnfon rather thinks it means incitement. 9 Meaning, "Of things now about me I have no perception, being intent wholly on that which has yet no existence." 10 1. c. was worked, agitated.

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