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Lady M.

When now I think you can behold such sights,
And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
When mine are blanch'd with fear.

What sights, my

lord? Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse

and worse;
Question enrages him: at once, good night:-
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.

Good night, and better health
Attend his majesty!

A kind good night to all!

[Exeunt Lords and Attendants. Macb. It will have blood; they say, blood will

have blood: Stones have been known to move, and trees to

speak; Augurs, and understood relations, have By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought

forth The secret'st man of blood.—What is the night? Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, which is

which. Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his

person, At our great bidding?4

these words thus:-You prove to me that I am a stranger even to my own disposition, when I perceive that the very object which steals the colour from my cheek, permits it to remain in yours. In other words, -You prove to me how false an opinion I have hitherto maintained of my own courage, when yours, on the trial, is found to exceed it.

3 Augurs, and understood relations, &c.] Perhaps we should read, auguries, i. e. prognostications by means of omens and prodigies. These, together with the connection of effects with causes, being understood, (says he,) have been instrumental in divulging the most secret murders. Magot-pie is the original name of the bird; Magot being the familiar appellation given to pies, of which the modern mag is the abbreviation. 4 How say'st thou, &c.] i.e. What do you think of this circum

Lady M.


Did send to him, sir? Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will send: 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, By the worst means, the worst : for mine own good, 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; Which must be acted, ere they may be scann'd. Lady M. You lack the season of all natures,

sleep. Macb. Come, we'll to sleep: My strange and

self-abuse Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use :We are yet but young in deed.


stance, that Macduff denies to come at our great bidding? What do you infer from thence? What is your opinion of the matter? The circumstance on which this question is founded, took its rise from the old history. Macbeth sent to Macduff to assist in building the castle of Dunsinane. Macduff sent workmen, &c. but did not choose to trust his person in the tyrant's power. From that time he resolved on his death. STEEVENS.

be scann'd.] To scan is to examine nicely. 6 You lack the season of all natures, sleep.] i. e. you stand in need of the time or season of sleep, which all natures require.



The Heath.

Thunder. Enter HECATE, meeting the three


you look

1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate ?

Hec. Have I not reason, beldams, as you are,
Saucy, and over-bold? How did you dare
To trade and traffick 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:
Upon the corner of the moon
There hangs a vaporous drop profound ;)


vaporous drop profound;] This vaporous drop seems to have been meant for the same as the virus lunare of the ancients, being a foam which the moon was supposed to have shed on particular herbs, or other objects, when strongly solicited by enchantment.


I'll catch it ere it come to ground:
And that, distill’d by magick 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:

all know, security Is mortal's chiefest enemy.

Song. [Within.] Come away, come away, &c. Hark, I am call’d; my little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. [Exit. 1 Witch. Come, let's make haste: she'll soon be back again.



Fores. A 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 gracious

Duncan Was pitied of Macbeth:-marry, he was dead:And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late; Whom, you may say, if it please you, Fleance


For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late.
Who cannot want the thought, how inonstrous
It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain,
To kill their gracious father? damned fact !

slights,] Arts; subtle practices.

How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight,
In pious rage, the two delinquents tear,
That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep?
Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too;
For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive,
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 son 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

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 receiv'd
Of the most pious Edward with such grace,
That the malevolence of fortune nothing
Takes from his high respect: Thither Macduff
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 knives;o
Do faithful homage, and receive free honours,
All which we pine for now: And this report
Hath so exasperate the king, that he
Prepares for some attempt of war.

9 Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives;] The construction is—Free our feasts and banquets from bloody knives.

and receire free honours,] Free may be either honours freely bestowed, not purchased by crimes; or honours without slavery, without dread of a tyrant. JOHNSON,

the king,] i. e. Macbeth.



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