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Ludy M. Almost at odds with morning, which is which. [his person Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies At our great bidding?

Lady M. Did you send to him, sir? [send: Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will There's not a one of them, but in his house I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow, (Betimes I will,) unto the weird sisters: More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, [good, By the worst means, the worst; for mine own All causes shall give way, I am in blood Stept in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er : Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; [scann'd +. Which must be acted, ere they may be Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, sleep. [self-abuse Macb. Come, we'll to sleep: My strange and Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use:We are yet but young in deed. [Exeunt.

SCENE V. The Heath.

Thunder. Enter HECATE, meeting the
Three Witches.

1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate, you look

Hec. Have I not reason, beldams, as you
Sancy, and overbold? How did you dare
To trade and traffic with Macbeth,
In riddles, and affairs of death;
And I, the mistress of your charms,
The close contriver of all harms,
Was never call'd to bear my part,
Or show the glory of our art?
And, which is worse, all you have done
Hath been but for a wayward son,
Spiteful, and wrathful; who, as others do,
Loves for his own ends, not for you.
But make amends now: Get you gone,
And at the pit of Acheron,
Meet me i'the morning; thither he
Will come to know his destiny.
Your vessels, and your spells, provide,
Your charms, and every thing beside:
I am for the air; this night I'll spend
Unto a dismal-fatal end.

Great business must be wrought ere noon:
the corner of the moon

There hangs a vaporous drop profound ‡;
I'll catch it ere it come to ground:
And that, distill'd by magic slights,
Shall raise such artificial sprights,
As, by the strength of their illusion,
Shall draw him on to his confusion:
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear:
And you all know, security
Is mortal's chiefest enemy.
Song. [Within.] Come away, come away,
Hark, I am call'd; my little spirit, see, [&c.
Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. [Exit.

An individual.

+ Examined nicely. Honours freely bestowed.

1 Witch. Come, et's make Laste; she'll soon be back again.



Fores. 4 Room in the Palace
Enter LENOX and another Lord.
Len. My former speeches have but hit
your thoughts,

Which can interpret further: only, I say,
Things have been strangely borne: The gra-
cious Duncan
Was pitied of Macbeth;-marry, he was
And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late;
Whom, you may say, if it please y you, Fleance
For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too
Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous
It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain,
To kill their gracious father? damned fact !
How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight,
In pious rage, the two delinquents tear [sleep?
That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of
Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely
For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive, [too;
To hear the men deny it. So that, I say,
He has borne all things well, and I do think,
That, had he Duncan's sons under his key,
(As, an't please heaven, he shall not,) they
should find

What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance
But, peace!-for, from broad words, and

'cause he fail'd

His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear,
Macduff lives in disgrace: Sir, can you tell
Where he bestows himself?

The son of Duncan,
From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth,
Lives in the English court; and is received
Of the most pious Edward with such grace,
That the malevolence of fortune nothing [duff
Takes from his high respect: Thither Mac-
Is gone to pray the holy king, on his aid
To wake Northumberland,and warlike Siward:
That, by the help of these, (with Him above
To ratify the work,) we may again
Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights;
Free from our feasts and banquets bloody

Do faithful homage, and receive free honours 3,
All which we pine for now: And this report
Hath so exasperate the king, that he
Prepares for some attempt of war.

Sent he to Macduff?
Lord. He did: and with an absolute, Sir,
The cloudy messenger turns me his back, [not I,
And hums; as who should say, You'll rue the
That clogs me with this answer. [time
And that well might
Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance
His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel
Fly to the court of England, and unfold
His message ere he come; that a swift bless-
May soon return to this our suffering country
Under a hand accursed!


Lord. My prayers with him! [Exeunt

i.e., A drop that has deep or hidden qualities For exasperated.


SCENE I. A dark Cave. In the middle a Caldron boiling.

Thunder. Enter the Three Witches.

1 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. 2 Witch. Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.

3 Witch. Harper cries :-'Tis time, 'tis time. 1 Witch. Round about the caldron go; In the poison'd entrails throw, Toad, that under coldest stone, Days and nights hast thirty-one Swelter'd venom, sleeping got, Boil thou first i'the charied pot!

All. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and, caldron, bubble.

2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake:
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

All. Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and, caldron, bubble.

3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf; Witch's mummy; maw and gulft Of the ravin'd‡ salt-sea shark; Root of hemlock, digg'd i' the dark; Liver of blaspheming Jew; Gall of goat; and slips of yew, Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse; Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips; Finger of birth-strangled babe, Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab: Add thereto a tiger's chaudron 5, For the ingredients of our caldron.

All. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire, barn; and, caldron, bubble.

2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good. Enter HECATE, and the other Three Witches.

Hec. O, well done! I commend your paius; And every one shall share i'the gains. And now about the caldron sing, Like elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put in.


Black spirits and white, Red spirits and grey; Mingle, mingle, mingle,

You that mingle may.

2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes:Open, locks, whoever knocks.

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†The throat.

This word is employed to signify that the animal was hot and sweating with venom, although sleeping under a cold stone. Ravenous. Entrails. Frothy Laid flat by wind or rain. + Seeds which have begun to sprout. Adroitly. Touched on a passion as a harper touches a string.

** Tumble.


Mucb. Then live, Macduff; What need I Our duties did his welcome pay. 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 *?


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.
That will never be;
Who can impress the forest t; bid the tree
Unfix his earth-bound root? sweet bodements!

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,) shali Banquo's issue ever
Reign in this kingdom?


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 caldron? and what noise is
[Haut boys.


1 Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show! 3 Witch.


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 Ban-
quo; down!
[thy hair,
Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls:-And
Thon 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
[doom § ?
What! will the line stretch out to the crack of
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!-Ay, now, I see, 'tis true; [me,
For the blood-bolter'd || Banquo smiles upon
And points at them for his.-What, is this so?

1 Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so:-But why
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,

[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!
Enter LENOX.

What's your grace's will?
Macb. Saw you the weird sisters?
No, my lord.
Macb. Came they not by you?
No, indeed, my lord.
Macb. Infected be the air whereon they
And damn'd all those that trust them!-I did
The galloping of horse: Who was't came by?
Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring
Macduff is fled to England.
[you word,
Fled to England?
Len. Ay, my good lord.
[exploits :
Macb. Time, thou anticipatest ** my dread
The flighty purpose never is o'ertook,
Unless the deed go with it: From this mo-
The very firstlings of my heart shall be [ment,
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 tt his line. No boasting like a fool:
This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool:
But no more sights;-Where are these gentle-
Come, bring me where they are.


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
Our fears do make us traitors II.
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


He wants the natural touch: for the poor
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: But, for your
He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows
The fits o'the season. I dare not speak much

The round is that part of a crown which encircles the head: the top is the ornament which rises above it. +Who can command the forest to serve him like a soldier impressed. : Music. The dissolution of nature. Besmeared with blood. + Follow. "Preventest, by taking away the opportunity. sidered as evidence of our treason, 95 Natural affectiou.

¶ i. c., Spirits. Our flight is cons Fight for.


But cruel are the times, when we are traitors,
And do not know ourselves; when we hold
From what we fear, yet know not what we
But float upon a wild and violent sea, [you:
Each way, and move.-I take my leave of
Shall not be long but I'll be here again :
Things at the worst will cease, or else climb

To what they were before.-My pretty consin
Blessing upon you!
L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's
Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay
It would be my disgrace, and your discom-
I take my leave at once. [Exit RossE.
L. Macd. Sirrah, your father's dead;
And what will you do now? How will
Son. As birds do, mother.
L. Macd. What, with worms and flies?
Son. With what I get, I mean; and so do
[the net, nor lime,
L. Macd. Poor bird! thou'dst never fear
The pit-fall, nor the gin.



Son. Why should 1, mother? Poor birds
they are not set for.

My father is not dead, for all your saying.
L. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou
do for a father?

Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband?
L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at
any market.

Son. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.
L. Macd. Thou speak'st with all thy wit;
With wit enough for thee. [and yet i'faith,
Son. Was my father a traitor, mother?
L. Macd. Ay, that he was.
Son. What is a traitor ?

L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies.
Son. And be all traitors, that do so?
1. Macd. Every one that does so, is a
traitor, and must be hanged.

Son. And must they all be hanged, that swear and lie?

L. Macd. Every one.
Son. Who must hang them?

L. Macd. Why, the honest men.
Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools:
for there are liars and swearers enough to
beat the honest men, and hang up them.

L. Macd. Now, God help thee, poor But how wilt thou do for a father? [monkey! Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him: if you would not, it were a good sign that I should quickly have a new father.

L. Macd. Poor prattler! how thou talk'st.
Enter a Messenger. [known,
Mess. Bless you, fair damel I am not to you
Though in your state of honour I am perfect.
I doubt, some danger does approach you nearly:
If you will take a homely man's advice,
Be not found here; hence, with your little ones.
To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage;
To do worse to you, were fell cruelty, [serve you!
Which is too nigh your person. Heaven pre-

I dare abide no longer.
L. Maed.

[Erit Messenger. Whither should I fly?

I have done no harm. But I remember now
I am in this earthly world; where, to do harm,
Is often landable; to do good, sometime,
Accounted dangerous folly: Why then, alas!
Do I put up that womanly defence, [faces?
To say I have done no harm?-What are these
Enter Murderers.
Mur. Where is your husband? [fied,
L. Macd. I hope, in no place so unsancti-
Where such as thou may'st find him.

He's a traitor.
Son. Thou liest, thon shag-ear'd villain.
Mur. What, you egg! [Stubbing him.
Young fry of treachery!
He has killed me, mother;


Run away, I pray you.
[Exit Lady MACDUFF, crying murder,
and pursued by the Murderers.
SCENE III. England. A Room in the
King's Palace.

Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade,
Weep our sad bosoms empty.

[and there Let us rather and, like good [new morn, Bestride or downfall'n birthdomt: Each New widows howl; new orphans cry; new

Hold fast the mortal sword;



Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds
As if it felt with Scotland, and yell'd out
Like syllable of dolour.
What I believe, I'll wail:
What know, believe: and, what I can redress,
As I shall find the time to friends, I will.
What you have spoke, it may be so, per-
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our
Was once thought honest: you have loved
him well;
[but something
He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young;
You may deserve of him through me;


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A good and virtuous nature may recoil,
In an imperial charge. But 'crave your
That which you are, my thoughts cannot
Angels are bright still, though the brightest
[of grace,
Though all things foul would wear the brows
Yet grace must still look so.
I have lost my hopes.
Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did
find my doubts,
Why in that rawness left you wife and chil
(Those precious motives, those strong knots of
Without leave taking?-I pray you,
Let not my jealousies be your dishonours,

* Sirrah was not in our author's time a term of reproach.
: Birthright.


I am perfectly acquainted with your rank. i. e., A good mind may recede from goodness in the execution of a royal commission.

But mine own safeties:-Yon may be rightly Sticks deeper; grows with more peruicious Whatever I shall think.


Macd. Bleed, bleed, poor country! Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, For goodness dares not check thee! wear thou thy wrongs,


Thy title is affeer'd!-Fare thee well, lord:
I would not be the villain that thou think'st
For the whole space that's in the tyrant's
And the rich East to boot.
Be not offended:
I speak not as in absolute fear of you.
I think our country sinks beneath the yoke;
It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash
Is added to her wounds: I think, withal,
There would be hands uplifted in my right;
And here, from gracious England, have I offer
Of goodly thousands: But, for all this,
When I shall tread upon the tyraut's head,
Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country
Shall have more vices than it had before;
More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever,
By him that shall succeed.
What should be be?
Mal. It is myself I mean: in whom I know
All the particulars of vice so grafted,
That, whenthey shall be open'd, black Macbeth
Will seem as pure as snow: and the poor state
Esteem him as a lamb, being compared
With my confineless harms.
Not in the legions
Of horrid hell, can come a devil more damn'd
In evils, to top Macbeth.

Mal. I grant him bloody, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin That has a name: But there's no bottom, none, [ters,

In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daugh.
Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill
The cistern of my lest: and my desire [up
All continent impediments would o'er-bear,
That did oppose my will; Better Macbeth,
Than such a one to reign.
Boundless intemperance
In nature is a tyranny; it hath been
The untimely emptying of the happy throne,
And fall of many kings. But fear not yet
To take upon you what is yours: you may
Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty,
And yet seem cold, the time you may so hood-
[not be
We have willing dames enough; there can-
That vulture in you, to devour so many
As will to greatness dedicate themselves,
Finding it so inclined.

With this, there grows,
In my most ill-composed affection, such
A staunchless avarice, that, were I king,
I should cut off the nobles for their lands;
Desire his jewels, and this other's house;
And my more having would be as a sauce
To make me hunger more: that I should forge
Quarrels unjust against the good, and loyal,
Destroying them for wealth.
This avarice


Than summer-seeding lust: and it hath been
The sword of our slain kings: Yet do not fear;
Scotland hath foy sons to fill up your will,
Of your mere own: All these are portable,
With other graces weigh'd.
Mal But I have none: The king-becoming
As justice, verity, temperance, stableness,
Bounty, persévérance, mercy, lowliness,
Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,
I have no relish of them; but abound
In the division of each several crime, [should
Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
Uproar the universal peace, confound
All unity on earth.
O Scotland! Scotland!
Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak,
I am as I have spoken.


Fit to govera!

No not to live.--O nation miserable,
With an untitled tyrant bloody sceptred,
When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again?
Since that the truest issue of thy throne
By his own interdiction stands accursed;
And does blaspheme his breed?-Thy royal
[bore thee,
Was a most sainted king: the queen, that
Oftener upon her knees than on her feet,
Died every day she lived. Fare thee well!
These evils, thou repeat'st upon thyself,
Have banish'd me from Scotland.-O, my
Thy hope ends here!
Macduff, this no' le passion,
Child of integrity, hath from my soul
Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my
To thy good truth and honour. Devilish
By many of these trains hath sought to win me
Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me
From over-credulous haste ; But God above
Deal between thee and me! for even now
I put myself to thy direction, and
Unspeak mine own detraction: here abjure
The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
For strangers to my nature. I am yet
Unknown to woman; never was forsworn;
Scarcely have coveted what was mine own;
At no time broke my faith; would not betray
The devil to his fellow; and delight [speaking
No less in truth, than life: my first false
Was this upou myself: What I am truly,
Is thine, and my poor country's, to command:
Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach,
Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men,
All ready at a point, was setting forth:
Now we'll together; And the chance of good-
Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you
Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome things
Tis hard to reconcile.
[at once,


Enter a Doctor.

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+ Lascivious. ¶ Over-hasty credulity.

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