Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown down ; Though caftles topple on their warders' heads; Though palaces, and pyramids, do flope Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure Of nature's germins tumble all together, Even 'till destruction ficken, answer me To what I ask you. 1. W. Speak. 2. W. Demand. 3. W. We'll answer. 1. W. Say, if thou'dft rather hear it from our mouths, Or from our masters'? MAC. Call them, let me fee them. 1. W. Pour in fow's blood, that hath eaten all. Come, high, or low; Thyfelf, and office, deftly fhow. Thunder. Apparition of an arm'd Head rises. MAC. Tell me, thou unknown power, 1. W. He knows thy thought; Hear his fpeech, but fay thou nought. App. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth, beware Macduff; Beware the thane of Fife. Difmifs me: Enough. [defcends. MAC. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks; Thou haft harp'd my fear aright: But one word more. 1. W. He will not be commar led: Here's another, More potent than the first. Thunder. Apparition of a bloody Child rises. App. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth, MAC. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee. 5 Germaine, App. Be bloody, bold, and resolute: laugh to scorn The power of man; for none of woman born Shall harm Macbeth. [defcends. MAC'. Then live, Macduff; What need I fear of thee? But yet I'll make affurance double fure, And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live ; That I may tell pale-hearted fear, it lies, And fleep in fpight of thunder. What is this, Thunder. Apparition of a Child crown'd, with a Tree in his Hand, rises. That rises like the iffue of a king; And wears upon his baby brow the round And top of fovereignty? all. Liften, but fpeak not. App. Be lion-mettl'd, proud; and take no care Shall come against him. MAC'. That will never be : Who can imprefs the foreft; bid the tree [defcends. Unfix his earth-bound root? sweet boadments! good!_ all.. Seek to know no more. MAC. I will be fatiffy'd: deny me this, And an eternal curfe fall on you: let me know: 18 high Dunfinane 23 dead [Thunder; and the Cauldron finks. Horrid Musick. Why finks that cauldron ? and what noise is this? 1. W. Shew. 2. W. Shew. 3. W. Shew. all. Shew his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like fhadows, fo depart. Eight Kings appear, and pass over in Order; the laft, with a Glass in his Hand: Banquo following. Mac". Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; down; Thy crown does fear mine eye-balls : — And thy hair, Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the firft: A third, is like the former: (Filthy hags, - Start, eyes! What, will the line ftretch out to the crack of doom? Another yet? A feventh? I'll fee no more: And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass, Which fhews me many more; and fome I see, That twofold balls and treble scepters carry : Horrible fight! May, now, I fee, 'tis true; For the blood-bolter'd Banquo fmiles upon me, And points at them for his. What, is this for 1. W. Ay, fir, all this is fo: But why [Musick. The Witches dance, and vanish. MAC. Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious Stand aye accurfed in the kalendar! Come in, without there! [hour Enter LENOX. LEN. What's your grace's will? MAC. Came they not by you? LEN. No, indeed, my lord. MAC. Infected be the air whereon they ride; And damn'd, all those that truft them! I did hear MAC. Fled to England? LEN. Ay, my good lord. MAC. Time, thou anticipat'ft my dread exploits : The flighty purpose never is o'er-took, Unless the deed go with it: From this moment, The very firftlings of my heart fhall be The firftlings of my hand. And even now To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought, and done: Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o'the sword That trace him in his line. No boasting, like a fool; But no more fights. Where are these gentlemen? [Exeunt. SCENE II. Fife. A Room in Macduff's Castle. L. Md. He had none : 1 His flight was madness: When our actions do not, Ros. You know not, Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear. L. Md. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes, His manfion, and his titles, in a place From whence himself does fly? He loves us not; Ros. My dearest coz', I pray you, school yourself: But, for your husband, The fits o'the feason. I dare not speak much further: And do not know ourfelves; when we hold rumour And move each way. I take my leave of you: Things at the worft will ceafe, or else climb upward L. Md. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. Ros. I am fo much a fool, fhould I stay longer, It would be my difgrace, and your difcomfort: I take my leave at once. L. Md. Sirrah, your father's dead; And what will you do now? How will 22 Each way, and move. [Exit Rosse. |