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:

And play the humble host.
Our hostess keeps her state; but, in best time,
We will require her welcome.

Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all ourfriends;
For my heart speaks, they are welcome.

Enter first Murderer, to the door.

Macb. See, they encounter thee with their hearts'

thanks:

Both sides are even: Here I'll sit i' the midst :
Be large in mirth; anon, we'll drink a measure
The table round. - There's blood upon thy face.
Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.

Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within.
Is he despatch'd?

Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.
Mach. Thou art the best o' the cut-throats: Yet he's

good,

That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,
Thou art the nonpareil.
Mur. Most royal sir,

Fleance is 'scap'd.

Macb. Then comes my fit again: I had else been

perfect;

Whole as the marble, founded as the rock;
As broad, and general, as the casing air;
But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?
Mur. Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
The least a death to nature.

Macb. Thanks for that:

There the grown serpent lies; the worm, 2 that's fled,
Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
No teeth for the present.-Get thee gone; to-morrow
We'll hear, ourselves again.

Lady M. My royal lord,

[Exit Murderer.

You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold, 3
That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a making,

[9] i.e. continues in her chair of state at the head of the table. STEEV.
[1] The author might mean, It is better that Banquo's blood were on thy

face, than he in this room. JOHNSON.

[2] This term, in our author's time, was applied to all of the serpent kind.

MAL.

[3] The meaning is, that which is not given cheerfully, cannot be called a

sit

'Tis given with welcome: To feed, were best at home; From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony;

Meeting were bare without it.

Macb. Sweet remembrancer!

Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!

Len. May it please your highness sit ?

[The Ghost of BANQUO rises, and sits in

MACBETH's place.

Macb. Here had we now our country's honour roof'd, Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present; Whom may I rather challenge for unkindness,

Than pity for mischance!

Rosse. His absence, sir,

Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your highness
To grace us with your royal company ?

Mach. The table's full.

Len. Here's a place reserv'd, sir.

Macb. Where?

Len. Here, my lord. What is't that moves your highness?
Macb. Which of you have done this?

Lords. What, my good lord?

Macb. Thou can'st not say, I did it: never shake

Thy gory locks at me.

Rosse. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well.
Lady M. Sit, worthy friends :- my lord is often thus,
And hath been from his youth: 'pray you, keep seat;
The fit is momentary; upon a thought
He will again be well: If much you note him,
You shall offend him, and extend his passion ;
Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?
Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that

Which might appal the devil.

Lady M. O proper stuff!
This is the very painting of your fear :
This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said,
Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws, and starts,
(Impostors to true fear,) would well become
A woman's story, at a winter's fire,

Authoriz'd by her grandam. Shame itself!
Why do you make such faces? When all's done,
You look but on a stool.

Macb. Pr'ythee, see there! behold! look! lo! how

say you?

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Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.-
If charnel-houses, and our graves, must send
Those that we bury, back, our monuments
Shall be the maws of kites.

[Ghost disappears.

Lady M. What! quite unmann'd in folly?
Mach. If I stand here, I saw him.
Lady M. Fie, for shame !

Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden time,

Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal ;5
Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd
Too terrible for the ear: the times have been,
That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
And there an end; but now, they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools: This is more strange
Than such a murder is.

Lady M. My worthy lord,
Your noble friends do lack you.
Mach. I do forget:-

Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends;
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
To those that know me. Come, love and health to all;
Then I'll sit down :-Give me some wine, fill full :-
I drink to the general joy of the whole table.

Ghost rises.

And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss;
Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,"
And all to all. 8

Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.

Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth

hide thee!

Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with !

Lady M. Think of this, good peers,
But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
Macb. What man dare, I dare:

[5] The gentle weal, is, the peaceable community, the state made quiet and
safe by human statutes.-"Mollia securæ peragebant otia gentes." JOHNS.
[6] To muse anciently signified to wonder, to be in amaze. STEEV.
[7] We thirst, I suppose, means we desire to drink.
M. MASON.
[8] i. e. All good wishes to all: such as he had named above, love, health,
and joy. WARB.

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Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger,
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble: Or, be alive again,
And dare me to the desert with thy sword
If trembling I inhibit thee, protest me
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow !

[Ghost disappears.

Unreal mockery, hence!-Why, so ;-being gone,
I am a man again. - Pray you, sit still.

Lady M. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the

good meeting,

With most admir'd disorder.

Macb. Can such things be,

And overcome us like a summer's cloud,

Without our special wonder? You make me strange
Even to the disposition that I owe,

When now I think you can behold such sights,

And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,

When mine are blanch'd with fear.

Rosse. 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.

Len. Good night, and better health
Attend his majesty!

Lady M. 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.

[9] To inhibit is to forbid. STEEV.

[1] Perhaps we should read auguries, i. e. prognostications by means of omens and prodigies. "These, (says he) together with the connection of events with causes, have been instrumental in divulging the most secres murders." In Cotgrave's Dict. a magpie is called magatapie. Magot-pie is the original name of the bird; Magot being the familiar appellation given to pies, as we say Robin to a redbreast, Tom to a titmouse, Philip to a sparrow, &c. The modern mag is the abbreviation of the ancient Maget, a word which we had from the French. STEEV.

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Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person,
At our great bidding ??

Lady M. Did you send to him, sir?
Mach. 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.3
Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, sleep.4
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.

SCENE V.

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[Exeunt.

The Heath. Thunder. Enter HECATE, meeting the three Witches.
1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate ?5 you look angerly.
Hec. Have I not reason, beldams, as you are,

Saucy, 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?

[2] Macbeth here asks a question, which the recollection of a momenten. ables him to answer. Of this forgetfulness, natural to a mind oppressed, there is a beautiful instance in the sacred song of Deborah and Barak-"She asked her wise women counsel, yea, she returned answer to herself." STEEV. What Macbeth means to say is this: What do you think of this circumstance, that Macduff denies to come at our great bidding? What do you infer from thence? What is your opinion of the matter?

[3] To scan is to examine nicely. STEEV.

STEEV.

[4] I take the meaning to be, "You want sleep, which seasons, or gives the relish to, all nature. "Indiget somni vite condimenti." JOHNS.

[5] Shakspeare has been censured for introducing Hecate among the vulgar witches, and, consequently, for confounding ancient with modern supersti tions. But the Gothic and Pagan fictions were now frequently blended and incorporated. The Lady of the Lake floated in the suite of Neptune before Queen Elizabeth at Kenilworth; Ariel assumes the semblance of a seanymph, and Hecate, by an easy association, conducts the rites of the weird sisters in Macbeth. T. WARTON.