282 Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are cleped And not in the worst rank of manhood, say it, 2 Mur. I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world 1 Mur. And I another, So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune Macb. Both of you Know, Banquo was your enemy. 2 Mur. True, my lord. Macb. So is he mine, and in such bloody distance, 2 Mur. Weshall, my lord, Perform what you command us. 1 Mur. Though our lives With them, they think on? Things without remedy, The frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, In the affliction of these terrible dreams, In restless ecstacy. Duncan is in his grave: Lady M. Come on, Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks: Must lave our honours in these flattering streams, Lady M. You must leave this. Macb. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Lady M. What's to be done? Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Mach. Your spirits shine through you. Within this Skarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, hour, at most, I will advise you, where to plant yourselves, 2 Mur. We are resolv'd, my l ylord. Macb. I'll call upon you straight; abide within! It is concluded:-Banquo, thy soul's flight, If it find heaven, must find it out to-night. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. Another room. Enter Lady MACBETH and a Servant. Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court? Lady M. Say to the king, I would attend his leisure Serv. Madam, I will. Lady M. Nought's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content: 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy, Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy. Enter MACBETH. How now, my lord? why do you keep alone, [Exit. And, with thy bloody and invisible hand, Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, To the direction just. 1 Mur. Then stand with us! The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day: To gain the timely inn; and near approaches 3 Mur. Hark! I hear horses. Ban. [Within.] Give us a light there, ho! 1 Mur. His horses go about. 3 Mur. Almost a mile: but he does usually, So all men do, from hence to the palace gate Using those thoughts, which should indeed have died Make it their walk, Enter BANQUO and FLEANCE, a Servant with a torch | Who may I rather challenge for unkindness, preceding them. 2 Mur. Alight, a light! 8 Mur. 'Tis he. SCENF IV. - A room of state in the palace. A banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, Lady MACBETH, ROSSE, LENOX, Lords, and Attendants. Macb. You know your own degrees, sit down! at first And last, the hearty welcome! Lords. Thanks to your majesty. Macb. Ourself will mingle with society, Our hostess keeps her state; but, in best time, Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends; For my heart speaks, they are welcome. Enter first Murderer, to the door. Than pity for mischance! Rosse. His absence, sir, Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your highness To grace us with your royal company? Macb. The table's full. Len. Here's a place reserv'd, sir. Len. Here, my lord. What is't, that moves your highness? Macb. Which of you have done this? Lords. What, my goodlord? Macb. Thou canst 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 will 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: Macb. See, they encounter thee with their hearts' Why do you make such faces? When all's done, thanks. Both sides are even. Here I'll sit i'the midst. Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within. Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him. Macb. Thou art the best o'the cut-throats: yet he's good, That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it, Mur. Most royal sir, Fleance is 'scap'd. You look but on a stool. Macb. Pr'ythee, see there! behold! look! lo! how say you? Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too!- Lady M. Fye, for shame! Macb.Blood hath been shed ere now,i'the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Macb Then comes my fit again. I had else been per- That, when the brains were out, the man would die, fect: And health on both! Len. May it please your highness sit? I And there an end: but now they rise again, Lady M. My worthy lord, 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!drink to the general joy of the whole table, Ghost rises. And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss. 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, [The ghost of Banquo rises, and sits in Muc-But as a thing of custom! 'tis no other; Macb. What man dare, I dare. 284 The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, [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. Mach. Can such things be, And overcome us, like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder? You make me strange When now I think, you can behold such sights, When mine are blanch'd with fear. Rosse. What sights, my lord? Song. [Within.] Come away, come away, etc. SCEN 1 To Da S 1 Witch. Come, let's make haste! she'll soon be back again. [Exeunt. Fi In Lady M. I pray you, speak not! he grows worse and Hark, I am call'd; my little spirit, see, worse; Question enrages him: at once, good night! Stand not upon the order of your going, Len. Good night, and better health 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. Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person, At our great bidding? Lady M. Did you send to him, sir? Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will send. abuse SCENE V. The heath. Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. SCENE VI.- Fores. A room in the palace. Len. My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, can Was pitied of Macbeth: - - marry, he was dead. Lord. The son of Duncan, From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights, Len. Sent he to Macduff? Lord. He did and with an absolute, Sir, not I, The cloudy messenger turns me his back, And hums, as who should say, You'll rue the time, That clogs me with this answer. Len. And that well might boiling. Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 1 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. 2 Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whin'd. 3 Witch. Harper cries: 'Tis time, 'tis time. 1 Witch. Round about the cauldron go; In the poison'd entrails throw!— 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, All. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire, burn, and, cauldron, 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 pains; And every one shall share i'the gains. And now about the cauldron sing, Like elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all, that you put in! SONG. Black spirits and white, Red spirits and grey; 2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes: — Open, locks, whoever knocks! Enter MACBeth. [Descends. Macb. Then live, Macduff! What need I fear of thee? 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! 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. That will never be; Who can impress the forest, bid the tree [Descends. Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements! good! Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth Macb. How now, you secret, black, and midnight Can tell so much,) shall Banquo's issue ever hags? What is't you do? All. A deed without a name. Macb. I conjure you, by that which you profess, (Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me! Though you untie the winds, and let them fight Reign in this kingdom? All. Seek to know no more! Macb. I will be satisfied: deny me this, [Hautboys. 286 1 Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show! 3 Witch. Show! Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. Eight Kings appear, and pass over the stage in order; [Music. The Witches dance, and vanish. Macb.Where are they? Gone?-Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar! — Enter LENOX. Len. What's your grace's will? Macb. Saw you the weird sisters? Len. No, my lord. 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 Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word, Macb. Fled to England? Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits. Unless the deed go with it. From this moment To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and The castle of Macduff I will surprise, His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls, [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Fife. Aroom in Macduff's castle. Enter Lady MACDUFF, her Son, and Rosse. L.Maed.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 not, Rosse. You know not, Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear. All is the fear, and nothing is the love; I pray you, school yourself! But, for your husband, Each way, and move. - I take my leave of you: L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. L Macd. Sirrah, your father's dead; The pit-fall, nor the gin. Strik I Like Ma Wh As I WH Thi W He Y To To Son. Why should I, 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 Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband? L. Macd. Thou speak'st with all thy wit; and yet With wit enough for thee. Son. Was my father a traitor, mother? L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies. L. 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. Poor prattler! how thou talk'st! If you will take a homely man's advice, L. Macd. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his To do worse to you, were fell cruelty, His mansion, and his titles, in a place, |