Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution,

thanks;

Thou hast harp'd my fear aright.-But one word

more:

I Witch. He will not be commanded: here's another,

More potent than the first.

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 to't.

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.

[Descends.

That will never be ;

Who can impress the forest; bid the tree
Unfix his earth-bound root? sweet bodements!
good!

Rebellious head rise never, till the wood
Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed 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 your art
Can tell so much), shall Banquo's issue ever
Reign in this kingdom?

All.

Seek to know no more. Mach. I will be satisfied: deny me this, And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me

know

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. Mach. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; down!

Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs :-and thy hair,

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 till 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 two-fold balls and treble sceptres carry :
Horrible sight !-Now, I see, 'tis true;
For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me,
And points at them for his.-What, is this so?
I Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so.-But why
Stands Macbeth thus amazèdly?

Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites,
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.

[Music. The Witches dance, and vanish.

Macb. Where are they? Gone?-Let this pernicious hour

Stand aye accursed in the calendar!—

Come in, without there!

Len.

Enter LENOX.

What's your grace's will?

No, my lord.

Mach. Saw you the weird sisters?

Len.

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!-I did

hear

The galloping of horse. Who was't came by? Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word,

Macduff is fled to England.

Macb.

Len. Ay, my good lord.

Fied to England?

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 and done :

The castle of Macduff I will surprise;

Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' the sword His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls That trace him in his line. No boasting like a

fool;

This deed I'll do before this

purpose cool: But no more sights !-Where are these gentle

men?

Come, bring me where they are.

[Exeunt.

A Room in Macduff's

SCENE II.-Fife.

Castle.

Enter LADY MACDUFF, her Son, and Rosse.

L. Macd. What had he done to make him fly

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.

Rosse.

My dearest coz,

I pray you, school yourself.

husband,

But, for your

He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows
The fits o' the season.

further:

I dare not speak much

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,

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.

L. Macd. Sirrah, your father's dead;

[Exit.

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.