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Even to the disposition that I owe,
And yon all know, security When now I think, you can behold such sights, Is mortal's chiefest enemy. And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
Come aray, come away, &c. When mine are blanch'd with fear.
Hark, I am call:d; my liale spiriemsee. Rosse.
What sights, my lord ? Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.. (Erit. Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows 1 Witch. Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be worse and worse;
[Ereunt. Question enrages him: at once, good night :
SCENE VI. Fores. A Room in the Palace. Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once.
Enter Lenox and another Lord. Len.
Good night, and better health Len. My former speeches have but hit your Attend his majesty!
thoughts, Lady M.
A kind good night to all! Which can interpret further : only, I say,
(Ereurt Lords and Attendants Things have been strangely borne : The gracious Macb. It will have blood ; they say, blood will Duncan have blood;
Was pitied of Macbeth :-marry, he was dead ;Stones have been known to move, and trees to And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late; speak;
Whom yon may say, if it please you, Fleance Augures, and understood relations have,
killid, By magot.pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late. forth
Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous The secret'st man of blood.-What is the night? It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain, Lady M. Alinost at odds with morning, which To kill their
gracions father? damned fact ! is which
How it did grieve Macbeth I did he not straight, Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies In pious rage, the two delinquents tenr, his person,
That were the slaves of drink, and ihralls of At our great bidding?
sleep? Lady M.
Did you send to him, sir ? Was not that nobly done ? Ay, and wisely too; Macb. I hear it by the way; but, I will send : For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive, There's not a one of them, but in his house To hear the men deny it. Su that, I say, I keep a servant feed. I will to morrow, He has borne all things well : and I do think, (And betimes I will,) to the weird sisters : That, had he Duncan's sons under his key, More shall they speak; for now I am bent to (As, 'an't please heaven, he shall not, they know,
should find By the worst means, the worst : for mine own What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. good,
But, peace !- for from broad words, and 'cause All causes shall give way: I am in blood
he fail'd Stept in so far, that, should I wade no more, His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear, Returning were as tedious as go o'er :
Macduff lives in disgrace: Sir, can you tell Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; Where he bestows himself ? Which must be acted, ere they may be scann'd. Lord.
The son of Duncan, Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, 'sleep.
Lives in the English court; and is receiv'd Macb. Come, we'll to sleep: My strange and of the most pious Edward with such grace, sell-abuse
That the malevolence of fortune nothing Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use - Takes from his high respect: Thither Macduff We are yet but young in deed. Excunt. Is gone to pray the holy king, upon his aid
SCENE V. The Heath. Thunder. To wake Northumberland, and warlike Siward: Enter Hecate, meeting the three Witches.
That, by the help of these, (with Him above
To ratify the work,) we may again 1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate ? you look Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights; angerly.
Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives; Hec. Have I not reason, beldams, as you are, Do faithful homage, and receive free honours, Saucy, and overbold ? How did you dare
All which we pine for now: And this report To trade and traffick with Macbeth,
Hath so exasperate the king, that he In riddles, and affairs of death;
Prepares for some attempt of war. And I the mistress of your charms,
Sent he to Macduff 7 The close contriver of all harms,
Lord. He did; and with an absolute, Sir, not l, Was never call'd to bear my part,
The cloudy messenger turns me his back, Or show the glory of our art 1
And hums; as who should say, You'll rue the And, which is worse, all you have done
time Hath beep but for a wayward son,
That clogs me with this answer. Spiteful and wrathful; who, as others do, Len.
And that well might Loves for his own ends, not for you.
Advise him to a cantion, to hold what distance But make ameuds now: Get you gune,
His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel And at the pit of Acheron
Fly to the court of England, and unfold Meet ne i' the morning; thither he
His message ere he come; that a swift blessing Will come to know his destiny.
May soon return to this our suffering country Your vessels, and your spells, provide,
Under a hand accurs'd! Your charms, and every thing beside
I'll send my prayers with him! I am for the air; this night I'll spend
[Exeunt. Unto a dismal and a fatal end. Great business must be wrought ere noon;
A dark Cave. In the middle, a Cauldron boilAnd that, clistill'd by magick slights,
iny. Shall raise such artificial sprights, As, by the strength of their illusion,
Thunder. Enter the three Witches. Shall draw him on to his confusion :
1 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. He shall spnrn fate, scorn death, and bear 2 Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear :
3 Witch. Harper cries :-'Tis time, 'tis time. From the murderer's gibbet, throw i Witch. Round about the cauldron go;
Into the flame. In the poison'd entrails throw.--
Come, high, or low;
Thyself, and office, del'tly show.
Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!
rises. All. Double, double toil and trouble; Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power, Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.
He knows thy thought; 2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake,
Hear his speech, but say thou nought In the cauldron boil and bake:
App. Macbeth ! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Macduff; Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Beware the thane of Fife. -Dismiss me: Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
[Descends. Lizar l's leg, and owlet's wing,
Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, For a charm of powerful trouble,
thanks; Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Thou hast harp'd my fear aright:-But one word All. Double, double toil and trouble ; Fire, burn; and, canldron, bubble
1 Witch. He will not be commanded : Here 3 Witch. Scale of dragon ; tooth of wolf; another, Witch's mummy; maw and gull
More potent than the first.
Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child Liver of blaspheming Jew;
rises. Gall of goat; and slips of yew,
App. Macbeth! Macbeth ! Macbeth Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse ;
Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee. Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
Be bloody, bold, Finger of birth-strangled babe,
And resolate: laugh to scorn the power of man, Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth. Make the gruel thick and slab:
[Descends. Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
Macb. Then live, Macduff; What need I fear For the ingredients of our cauldron.
of thee? All. Double, double toil and trouble; But yet I'll make assurance double sure, Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.
And take a bond of fate: thon shalt not live; 2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood, That I may tell pale-hearted fear, it lies, Then the charm is firm and good.
And sleep in spite of thunder:- What is this, Enter Hecate, and the other three Witches. Thunder. An Apparition of a Child crowned, Hec. O, well done! I commend your pains;
with a Tree in his Hand, rises. And every one shall share i' the gains.
That rises like the issue of a king; And now about the cauldron sing,
And wears upon his baby brow the round Like elves and fairies in a ring,
And top of sovereignty. Enchanting all that you put in.
Listen, but speak not.
App. Be lion-mettled, proud ; and take no care SONG.
Who chufes, who frets, or where conspirers are;
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
That will never be; 2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs,
Who can impress the forest ; bid the tree Something wicked this way comes :
Unfix his earth-bound root sweet bodements!
good! Open, locks, whoever knocks.
Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood
Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth Macb. How now, you sccret, black, and mid- Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath night hags?'
To time, and mortal custom-Yet my heart What is't you do?
Throbs to know one thing; Tell me, (if your art Ali.
A deed without a name. Can tell so much,) shall Banquo's issue ever Macb. I conjure you, by that which you pro- Reign in this kingdom? fess,
Seek to know no mora (Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me: Macb. I will be satisfied : deny me this, 'Thongh you untie the winds, and let them fight And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me Against the churches: though the yesty waves know:Confound and swallow navigation up;
Why sinks that cauldron; and what noise is Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown this?
1 Witch. Show! Though castles topple on their warder's heads; 2 Witch.
Show! Though palaces, and pyramids, do slope
Show! Their hearts to their foundations; though the All Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; treasure
Come like shadows, so depart. Of nature's germins tumble altogether, Even till destruction sicken, answer me Eight Kings appear, and pass over the Stage To what I ask you.
in order; the last with a Glass in his Hand; 1 Witch. Speak.
Banquo following. 2 Witch. Demand.
Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; 3 Witch.
down! i Wilch. Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs :- And thy our months,
hair, Or from our masters'?
Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first :Macb.
Call them, let me see them. A third is like the former :-Filthy hags! 1 Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten Why do you show me this - A fourth Start, Her nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten
What! will the liné stretch out to the crack of The fits of the season I dare not speak much doom?
further: Another yet?-A seventh ?-I'll see no more: But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass, And do not know ourselves; when we hold Which shows me many more; and some I see,
rumour That twofold balls and treble sceptres carry : From what we fear, yet know not what we fear; Horrible sight !-Ay, now, I see, 'tis true; But float upon a wild and violent sea, For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, Each way, and move.--I take my leave of you: And points at them for his. What, is this so ? Shall not be long but I'll be here again: 1 Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so :-But why Things at the worst will cease, or else climb Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
upward Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprights, To what they were before.--My pretty cousin, And show the best of our delights;
Blessing upon you! I'll charm the air to give a sound,
L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. While you perform your antique round: Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay That this great king may kindly say,
longer, Our duties did his welcome pay.
It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort: (Musick. The Witches dance, and vanish. I take my leave at once.
[Erit Rosse. Macb Where are they? Gone ?—Let this per. L. Macd. Sirrah, your father's dead; nicious hour
And what will you do now? How will you live } Staud aye accursed in the calendar!
Son. As birds do, mother. Come in, without there!
L. Macd. 'What, with worms and flies?
Son. With what I get, I mean; and so do they. Enter Lenox.
L. Macd. Poor bird I thou'dst never fear the Len.
What's your grace's will ? net, nor lime, Macb. Saw you the weird sisters 1
The pitfall, nor the gin. Len.
No, my lord.
Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they Macb. Came they not by you?
are not set for. Len.
No, indeed, my lord. My father is not dead, for all your saying. Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride: L. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do And damn'd all those that trust them - I did for a father ? hear
Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband ? The galloping of horse: Who was't came by ? L. Macd. 'Why, I can buy me twenty at any Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you market. word,
Son. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again. Macduff is fled to England.
L. Macd. 'Thou speak'st with all thy wit; and Mach.
Fled to England ?
yet i' faith, Len. Ay, my good lord.
With wit enough for thee. Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread ex. Son. Was my father a traitor, mother? ploits:
L. Macd. Ay, that he was. The flighty purpose never is o'ertook,
Son. What is a traitor ? Unless the deed go with it: From this moment, L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies. The very firstlings of my heart shall be
Son. And be all traitors, that do so ? The firstlings of my hand. And even now L. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and must be hanged. and done:
Son. And must they all be hanged, that swear The castle of Macduff I will surprise ;
and lie? Seize upon Fife: give to the edge o' the sword L. Macd. Every one. His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls Son. Who must hang them? That trace him in his line. No boasting like a L. Macd. Why, the honest men. fool:
Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools; for This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool: there are liars and swearers enough to beat the But no more sights I-Where are these gentle honest men, and hang up them. men ?
L. Macd. Now, God help thce, poor monkey! Come, bring me where they are. (Eseunt. But how wilt thou do for a father? SCENE II. Fifc. A Room in Macduft's Castle. if you would not, it were a good sign that I
Son. If he were dead, you'd weep. for him : Enter Lady Macduff, her Son, and Rosse.
should quickly have a new father.
L. Macd. Poor prattler! how thou talk'st. L. Macd. What had he done, to make him fly
Enter a Messenger. the land? Rosse. You must have patience, madam.
Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you L. Mrıcd.
'He had none;
known, His fight was madness: When our actions do Though in your state of honour I am perfect. not,
I doubt, some danger does approach you nearly : Our fears do make us traitors.
If you will take a homely man's advice, Rosse.
You know not, Be not found here; hence, with your little ones. Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear.
To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage; L. Macd. Wisdom ! to leave his wife, to leave To do worse to you, were fell cruelty, his babes,
Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preHis mansion, and his titles, in a place
serve you! From whence himself does fly? He loves us not, I dare abide no longer. Erit Messenger. He wants the natural touch: for the poor wren, I have done no harm. But I remember now
Whither should I Ay? 'The most diminutive of birds, will fight, Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
I am in this earthly world; where, to do harm, All is the lear, and nothing is the love;
Is often laudable; to do good, sometime, As little is the wisdom, where the flight
Accounted dangerous folly : Why then, alas! So runs against all reason.
Do I put up that womanly defence, Rosse.
My dearest coz',
To say, I have done no harm? What are I pray, you, school yourself: But, for your hus
these faces? band,
Enter Murderers. He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows Mur. Where is your husband ?
L. Macd. I hope, in no place so unsanctified, More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever,
By him that shall succeed.
What should he be 7
That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth Son.
He has killed me, mother; Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state Run away, I pray you.
[Dies. Esteem him as a lamb, being compar'd [Erií Lady Macduff, crying murder, and with my confineless barms. pursued by the Murderers.
Not in the legione
Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd SCENE III.
In evils, to top Macbeth.
Mal. England. A room in the King's Palace
I grant him bloody, Enter Malcolm and Macduft.
Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,
Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade, That has a name : But there's no bouiom, bone, and there
In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daugh Weep our sad bosoms empty.
Let us rather Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good The cistern of my lust; and my desire men,
All continent impediments would o'erbear, Bestride our downfall’n birthdom : Each new That did oppose my will: Better Macbeth, morn,
Than such a one to reign. New widows howl; new orphans cry , new sor- Macd.
Boundless intemperapie rows
In nature is a tyranny; it hath been Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds The untimely emptying of the happy throne, As if it felt with Scotland, and yell'd out And fall of many kings. But fear not yet Like syllable of dolour.
To take upon you what is yours: you may Mal.
What I believe, I'll wail ; Convey your pleasures in a spacirus pienty, What know, believe; and, what I can redress, And yet seem cold, the time you may so hood As I shall find the time to friend, I will.
wink. What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance, We have willing dames enough; there cannot be This iyrant, whose sole name blisters our That vulture in you to devour so many tongues,
As will to greatuess dedicate themselves, Was once thought honest : you have lov'd him Finding it so inclin'd. well;
With this, there grows, He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young: but In my most ill compos'u affection, such something,
A stanchless avarice, that, were I king, You may deserve of him through me; and wis- I should cut off the nobles for their lands: dom
Desire his jewels, and this other's house :
To make me hunger more: that I should forge Macd. I am not treacherous.
Quarrels unjust against the good, and loyal, Mal.
But Macbeth is. Destroying them for wealth. A good and virtuous nature may recoil,
This avarice In an imperial charge. But crave your pardon; Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root That which you are, my thoughts cannot trans Than summer seeding lust: and it hath been
The sword of our slain kings : Yet do not fear; Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell : Scotland hath Toysons to fill up your will, Though all things foul would wear the brows of of your mere own : All these are portable, grace,
With other graces weigh'd. Yet grace must still look so.
Mal. But I have none : The king-becoming Macd.
I have lost my hopes. graces, Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did find As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, my doubts.
Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, Why in that rawness left you wife and child, Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, (Those precious motives, those strong knots of I have no relish of them; but abound love)
In the division of each several crime, Without leave taking ?-I pray you,
Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, But mine own safeties :-You may be rightly Uproar the universal peace, confound just,
All tunity on carth. Whatever I shall think.
Scotland! Scotland ! Macd.
Bleed, bleed, poor country! Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak: Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, I ain as I have spoken. For goodness dares not check thee !--wear thou Macd.
Fit to govern! thy wrongs;
No, not to live.--O nation miserable, Thy title is affeer'd !-Fare thee well, lord : With an untitled tyrant bloody-sceptred, I would not be the villain that thou think'st When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again 7 For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp, Since that the truest issue of thy throne And the rich East to boot.
By his own interdiction stands accurs’d, Mal.
Be not offended : And does blaspheme his breed 3-Thy royal I speak not as in absolute fear of you.
father I think our conntry sinks beneath the yoke ; Was a most sainted king; the queen, that bore It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash
thee, Is added to her wounds: I think, withal, Oftener upon her knees than on her feet, There would be hands uplifted in my right; Died every day she lived. Fare thee well! And here, from gracious England, have I offer These evils, thou repeat'st upon thyself, Of goodly thousands: But, for all this,
Have banish'd me from Scotland.-0, my breast When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, Thy hope ends here! Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country
Macdnff, this noble passion Shall have more vices than it had before ; Child of integrity, hath from my soul
as a sauce
Wip'd the black scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts Too nice, and yet too true!
What is the newest grief?
How does my wife ? I put myself to thy direction, and
Rosse. Why, well. Unspeak mine own detraction: here abjure Macd.
And all my children ? The taints and blames I laid upon myselt, Rosse.
Well tou. For strangers to my nature. I am yet
Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their Unknown to woman; never was forsworn; Scarcely have coveted what was mine own; Rosse. No; they were well at peace when I At no time broke my faith ; would not betray
did leave them. The devil to his fellow; and delight
Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech ; How No less in truth, than life:
my first false speaking Was this upon myself: What I am truly,
Rosse. When I came hither to transport the Is thine, and my poor country's, to command : tidings, Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach, Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men, Of many worthy fellows that were out; All ready at a point, was setting forth; Which was to my belief witness'd the rather, Now we'll together ; And the chance, of good for that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot : ness,
Now is the time of help! your eye in Scotland Be like our warranted quarrel ! Why are you Would create soldiers, make our women fight, silent?
To doff their dire distresses. Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome things Mol.
Be it their comfort, at once,
We are coming thither: gracious England hath "Tis hard to reconcile.
Lent is good Siward, and ten thousand men:
An older, and a better soldier, none
That Christendom gives out.
'Wonld, I could answer Mal. Well; more anon.-Comes the king Rosse. forth, I pray you ?
This comfort with the like! But I have words, Doct. Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched That would be howld out in the desert air, souls,
Where hearing should not latch them.
What concern they ?
Due to some single breast?
Rosse. They presently amend.
No mind, that's honest, Μάι. I thank you, doctor.
But in it shares some wo; though the main part [Erit Doctor.
Pertains to you alone. Macd. What's the disease he means ?
If it be mine, Mal.
"Tis call'd the evil : Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. A most miraculous work in this good king;
Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue Which often, since my here-remain in England, which shall possess them with the heaviest sound
for ever, I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven, Himself best knows : but strangely visited peo-Macd.
That ever yet they heard. ple,
Humph! I guess at it. All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye,
Rosse. Your castle is surpris'd; your wife,
and babes, The mere despair of surgery, he cures; Hanging a golden stamp about their necks,
Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner, Put on with holy prayers : and 'tis spoken,
Were on the quarry of these murder'd deer,
To add the death of you. To the succeeding royalty he leaves
Mercisnl heaven ! The healing benediction. With this strange vir- Mal. tue,
What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy;
brows; And sundry blessings hang about his throne,
Give sorrow words : the grief that does not That speak him full of grace.
Whispers the o'crfraught heart, and bids it break.
Macd. My children too?
Wife, children, servants, all Macd.
See, who comes here? That could be found. Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not. Macd.
And I must be from thence ! Macd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. My wife kill'd too? Mal. I know him now: Good God, betimes Rosse.
I have said. remove
Be comforted. The means that make us strangers !
Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, Rosse.
Sir, Amen. To cure this deadly grief. Macd. Stands Scotland where it did ?
Macd. He has no children.--All my pretty Rosse. Alas, poor country!
ones ? Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot
Did you say, all ?-0, hell-kite !-All ? Be call'd our mother, but our grave : where What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, nothing,
At one fell swoop?
Ishall do so; the air,
But I must also feel it as a man: Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow I cannot but remember such things were, seems
That were most precious to me. -Did 'heaven A modern ecstasy ; the dead man's knell'
look on, Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's And would not take their part ? Sinful Macduff,
They were all struck for thee! naught that I am, Expire before the flowers in their caps,
Not for their own demerits, but for mine Dying, or ere they sicken.
Fell slaughter on their souls; Heaven rest them cod. O, relation,