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Shoughs, water-rags, and demi-wolves, are cleped With them, they think on? Things without remedy,
Should be without regard: what's done, is done.
Macb. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it;
She'll close, and be herself, whilst our poor malice
The frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer,
Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep
In the affliction of these terrible dreams,
Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie Grapples you to the heart and love of us,
In restless ecstacy. Duncan is in his grave: Who wear our health but sickly in his life,
After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well: Which in his death were perfect.
Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, 2 Mur. I am one, my liege,
Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Can touch him further ! Have so incens’d, that I am reckless, what
Lady M. Come on, I do, to spite the world.
Gentle my lord, sleek o'er .your rugged looks : 1 Mur. And I another,
Be bright and jovial’mong your guests to- night! So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune Macb. So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you! That I would set my life on any chance,
Let your remembrance apply to Banquo; To mend it, or be rid on't.
Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue ! Macb. Both of you
Unsafe the while, that we Know, Banquo was your enemy.
Must lave our honours in these flattering streams, 2 Mur. True, my lord.
And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
Lady M. You must leave this.
Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not eterne.
The shard-borne beetle, with his drowsy hums,
Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done For sundry weighty reasons.
A deed of dreadful note. 2 Mur. Weshall, my lord,
Lady M. What's to be done? Perform what you command us.
Macb. Beinnocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, 1 Mur. Though our lives
Till thou applaud the deed ! Come, sealing night, Macb. Your spirits shine through you. Within this Skarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, hour, at most,
And, with thy bloody and invisible hand,
Cancel, and tear to pieces that great bond,
Whiles night's black agents to their prey do rouse. (To leave no rubs, nor botches, in the work,) Thou marvell’st at my words: but hold thee still! Fleance his son, that keeps him company,
Things, bad begun, make strong themselves by ill : Whose absence is no less material to me,
So pr’ythee, go with me!
SCENE IIT. — The same. A park or lawn, with a gate l'll come to you anon.
leading to the palace. 2 Mur. We are resolv'd, my lord.
Enter three Murderers. Macb. I'll call upon you straight; abide within ! 1 Mur. But who did bid thee join with us? It is concluded :-Banquo, thy soul's flight,
3 Mur, Macbeth.
Our offices, and what we have to do,
1 Mur. Then stand with us! Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court?
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day:
The subject of our watch.
(Exit. 3 Mur. Hark! I hear horses. Lady M. Nought's had, all's spent,
Ban. (Within.] Giveus a light there, ho! Where our desire is got without content:
2 Mur. Then it is he; the rest, 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy,
That are within the note of expectation,
1 Mur. His horses go about.
Enter Banquo and Fleance, a Servant with a torch Who may I rather challenge for unkindness, preceding them.
Than pity for mischance! 2 Mur. A light, a light!
Rosse. His absence, sir, 3 Mur. 'Tis he.
Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your highness 1 Mur. Stand to't!
To grace us with your royal company?
Macb. The table's full.
Len. Here, my lord. What is’t, that moves your high[Dies. Fleunce and Servant escape.
ness? 3 Mur. Who did strike out the light?
Macb. Which of you have done this? 1 Mur. Was't pot the way?
Lords. What, my good lord ? 3 Mur. There's but one down; the son is fled. Macb. Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake 2 Mur. We have lost best half of our affair. Thy gory locks at me! 1 Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is done! Rosse. Gentlemen, rise! his highness is not well.
[Exeunt. Lady M. Sit, worthy friends!-my lord is often thus,
And hath been from his youth: 'pray you, keep seat! SCENF IV.- Aroom of state in the palace. The fit is momentary; upon a thought Abanquet prepared. Enter Macbeth, Lady Macbeth, He will again be well. If'much you note him,
Rosse, Lenox, Lords, and Attendants. You will offend him, and extend his passion. Macb. You know your own degrees, sit down! at first Feed, and regard him not !- Are you a man? Aud last, the hearty welcome!
Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that, Lords. Thanks to your majesty.
Which might appal the devil. Macb. Ourself will mingle with society,
Lady M. O proper stuff!
This is the very painting of your fear:
Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws, and starts,
A woman's story, at a winter's fire,
Authoriz'd by her grandam. Shame itself ! Macb. See, they encounter thee with their hearts' Why do you make such faces? When all's done, thanks.
You look but on a stool. Both sides are even. Here I'll sit i'the midst.
Macb. Pr'ythee, see there! behold! look! lo! how Be large in mirth! anon, we'll drink a measure
say you? – The table round.— There's blood upon thy face. Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too!Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.
If charnel-houses and our graves must send Mucb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within. Those, that we bury, back, our monuments Is he dispatch'd ?
Shall be the maws of kites. (Ghost disappears. Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him. Lady M. What! quite unmann'd in folly? Macb. Thou art the best o'the cut-throats: yet he's Macb. If I stand here, I saw him. good,
Lady M. Fye, for shame! That did the like for Fleance : if thou didst it, Macb.Blood hath been shed ere now,i'the olden time, Thou art the nonpareil.
Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Mur. Most royal sir,
Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Fleance is 'scap'd.
Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, Macb Then comes my fit again. I had else been per- That, when the brains were out, the man would die, fect:
And there an end : but now they rise again, Whole, as tbe marble, founded, as the rock,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, As broad, and general, as the casing air:
And push us from our stools. This is more strange, But now, I am cabin’d, cribb’d, confin'd, bound in Than such a murder is. To saucy doubts and fears. But Pangno's safe? Lady M. My worthy lord, Mur. Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides, Your noble friends do lack you, With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
Macb. I do forget. The least a death to nature.
Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends! Macb. Thanks for that!.
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing There the grown serpent lies; the worm, that's fled, To those, that know me.Come, love and health to all! Hath nature, that in time will venom breed,
Then I'll sit down. — Give me some wine, fill full !No teeth for the present.-Get thee gone! to-morrow I drink to the general joy of the whole table, We'll hear, ourselves again. (Exit Murderer.
Ghost rises. Lady M. My royal lord,
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss. You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold,
Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst, That is not often vouch’d, while 'tis a making, And all to all. 'Tis given with welcome. To feed, were best at home; Lords. Our duties, and the pledge. From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony;
Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth Meeting were bare without it.
hide thee! Mucb. sweet remembrancer!
Thy bones are narrowless, thy blood is cold; Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes, And health onbooth!
Which thou dost glare with! Len. May it please your highness sit?
Lady M. Think of this, good peers,
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger,
And at the pit of Acheron
Will come to know his destiny.
Your vessels and your spells provide, If trembling I inhibit thee, protest me
Your charms, and every thing beside: The baby of a girl! Hence, horrible shadow! I am for the air; this night I'll spend
(Ghost disappears. Unto a dismal, fatal end. Unreal mockery, hence !-- Why, so: being gone,
Great business must be wrought ere noon : I am a man again. -- Pray you, sit still.
Upon the corner of the moon Lady M. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the There hangs a vaporous drop profound; good meeting,
I'll catch it, ere it come to ground: With most admir'd disorder.
And that, distill’d by magic slights, Macb. Can such things be,
Shall raise such artificial sprights, And overcome us, like a summer's cloud,
As, by the strength of their illusion, Without our special wonder? You make me strange
Shall draw him on to his confusion. Even to the disposition, that I owe,
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear When now I think, you can behold such sights, His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear: And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
And you all know, security When mipe are blanch'd with fear.
Is mortals' chiefest enemy. Rosse. What sights, my lord?
Song. (Within.] Come away, come away, Lady M. I pray you, speak not! he grows worse and Hark, I am call’d; my little spirit, see, worse ;
Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. (Exit. Question enrages him: at once, good night!
1 Witch. Come, let's make haste! she'll soon be back Stand not upon the order of your going,
(Exeunt. But go at once!
SCENE VI. — Fores. A room in the palace. Len. Good night, and better health
Enter Lexox and another Lord. Attend his majesty!
Len. My former speeches have but hit your thonghts, Lady M. A kind good night to all!
Which can interpret further: only, I say, (Exeunt Lords and Attendants. Things have been strangely borne. The gracious DanMacb. It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood.
Was pitied of Macbeth:— marry, he was dead. –
Whom, you may say, if it please you, Fleance kill'd,
To kill their gracious father? damped fact ! Macb. How say'st thon, that Macduff denies his How it did grieve Macbeth! Did he not straight, person,
In pious rage, the two delinquents tear, At our great bidding?
That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep? Lady M. Did you send to him, sir?
Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too ; Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will send. For ’twould have anger'd any heart alive, There's not a one of them, but in his house
To hear the men deny it. So that, I say, I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow,
He has borne all things well: and I do think, (Betimes I will,) anto the weird sisters:
That, had he Duncan's sons under his key,
But,peace!—for from broad words,and 'cause he fail'd
Macduff lives in disgrace. Sir, can you tell
of the most pious Edward with such grace, Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use:
That the malevolence of fortune nothing We are yet but young in deed.
(Exeunt. Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduff SCENE V. - The heath.
Is gone to pray the holy king, on his aid
1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate? you look angerly. That, by the help of these, (with Him above
Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights,
Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives, In riddles, and affairs of death;
Do faithful homage, and receive free honours, And I, the mistress of your charms,
All which we pine for now. And this report The close contriver of all harms,
Hath so exasperate the king, that he Was never call’d to bear my part,
Prepares for some attempt of war. Or show the glory of our art?
Len. Sent he to Macduff? And, which is worse, all, you have done,
Lord. He did: and with an absolute, Sir, not I, Hath been but for a wayward son,
The cloudy messenger torns me his back, Spiteful, and wrathful; who, as others do,
And hums, as who should say, You'll rue the time, Loves for his own ends, not for you.
That clogs me with this answer. But make amends now! Get yon gone,
Len. And that well might
Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance Against the churches; though the yesty waves
Confound and swallow navigation up;
Though bladed corn be lodg’d,and trees blown down ; His message, ere hé come; that a swift blessing Though castles topple on their warders' heads; May soon return to this our suffering country Though palaces, and pyramids, do slope Under a hand accurs'd!
Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure Lord. My prayers with him!
[Exeunt. Of nature's germins tumble all together,
Even till destruction sicken: answer me
To what I ask you !
1 Witch. Speak! SCENE I. A dark cave, In the middle, a cauldron 2 Witch. Demand! boiling.
3 Witch. We'll answer. Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
1. Witch. Say, if thou’dst rather hear it from our 1 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
mouths, 2 Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whin'd. Or from our masters'. 8 Witch. Harper cries: 'Tis time, 'tis time. Macb. Call them, let me see them! i Witch. Round about the cauldron go;
1 Wich. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten In the poison'd entrails throw!
Her nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten Toad, that under coldest stone,
From the murderer's gibbet, throw Days and nights hast thirty-one
Into the flame! Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
All. Come high, or low; Boil thou first i'the charmed pot!
Thyself, and office, deftly, show. All. Double, double toil and trouble!
Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head rises. Fire, burn, and, cauldron, bubble.
Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power, 2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake,
1 Witch. He knows thy thought ;. In the cauldron boiland bake!
Hear his speech, but say thoa nought. Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
App.Macbeth! Macbeth ! Macbeth ! beware Macduff! Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Beware the thane of Fife !- Dismiss me!- Enough! Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Descends. Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,
Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution For a charm of powerful trouble,
thanks! Like a hell-broth boil and bubble!
Thou hast harp'd my fear aright. But one word All. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble
1 Witch. He will not be commanded. Here's another, 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, More potent than the first. Witches' mummy, maw, and gulf,
Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises. Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,
App. Macbeth ! Macbeth! Macbeth! Root of hemlock, digg'd i'the dark,
Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee. Liver of blaspheming Jew,
App. Be bloody, bold, Gall of goat, and slips of yew,
And resolute! laugh to scorn the power of man, Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse,
For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth. Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips,
[Descends. Finger of birth-strangled babe,
Macb. Then live, Macduff! What need I fear of thee? Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
But yet I'll make assurance double sure, Make the gruel thick and slab !
And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live; Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
That I may tell pale-hearted Fear, it lies, For the ingredients of our cauldron.
And sleep in spite of thunder.- What is this, All. Double, double toil and trouble;
Thunder. An Apparition of a child crowned, with Fire, burn, and, cauldron, bubble!
a tree in his hand, rises. 2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood,
That rises, like the issue of a king, Then the charm is firm and good.
And wears upon his baby brow the round
App. Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care And now about the cauldron sing,
Whochafes, who frets, or where conspirers are : Like elves and fairies in a ring,
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until
Great Birnam woc to high Dansinane hill
(Descends. Black spirits and white,
Macb. That will never be;
Who can impress the forest, bid the tree
Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements ! good!
Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood 2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs, Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth Something wicked this way comes :
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 at Macb. How now, you secret, black, and midnight Cantell so much,) shall Banquo's issue ever hags?
Reigo in this kingdom?
All, Seek to know no more!
Macb. I will be satisfied : deny me this, Much. Icónjure you, by that which you profess, And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know! (Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me!
Why sinks that cauldron ? and what noise is this? Though you untie the winds, and let them fight
1 Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show! 3 Witch. Show!Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart!
All is the lear, and nothing is the love; Come like shadows, so depart!
As little is the wisdom, where the flight Eight Kings appear, and pass over the stage in order; So runs against all reason. the last with a glass in his hand; Banquo following: Rosse. My dearest coz’, Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo : down! I pray you, school yourself! But, for your husband, Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls. — And thy hair, He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first. The fits o'the season. I dare not speak much further : A third is like the former: - Filthy hags!
But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, Why do yon show me this ?-A fourth ?-Start, eyes! And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? From what we fear, yet know not, what we fear, Another yet? — A seventh?— I'll see no more:- But float upon a wild and violent sea, And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass, Each way, and move. — I take my leave of you: Which shows me many more; and some I see, Shall not be long but I'll be here again. That two-fold balls and treble sceptres carry; Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward Horrible sight! Ay, now, I see, 'tis true;
To what they were before. - My pretty cousin, For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, Blessing upon you! And points at them for his. What, is this so? L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. 1 Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so. But why
Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?-.
It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort: Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprights,
I take my leave at once.
(Exit Rosse. And show the best of our delights!
L Macd. Sirrah, your father's dead; I'll charm the air to give a sound, .
And what will you do now? How will you live? While you perform your antique round:
Son. As birds do, mother That this great king may kindly say,
L. Macd. What, with worms and flies? Our duties did his welcome pay.
Son. With what I get, I mean ; and so do they. [ Music. The Witches dance, and vanish. L. Macd. Poor bird! thou’dst never fear the net, Macb.Where are they? Gone?Let this pernicious nor lime, hour
The pit-fall, nor the gin. Stand aye accursed in the calendar!.
Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are Come in, without there!
not set for. Enter Lexox.
My father is not dead, for all your saying; Len. What's your grace's will?
L. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a Macb. Saw you the weird sisters?
father? Len. No, my lord.
Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband ? Macb. Came they not by you?
L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at any market. Len. No, indeed, my lord.
Son. Then you'll buy’em to sell again.
Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word, 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.
L. Macd. Every one, that does so, is a traitor, and
Son. And must they all be hanged, that swear and lie? The firstlings of my hand. And even now
L. Macd. Every one. To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and Son. Who must hang them? done :
L. Macd. Why, the honest men. The castle of Macduff I will surprise,
Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools; for there Seize upon Fife, give to the edge o'the sword are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men, His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls, and hang up them. That trace his line. No boasting like a fool;
L. Macd. Now God help thee, poor monkey! This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool:
But how wilt thou do for a father? But no more sights! Where are these gentlemen ? Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him: if you Come, bring me where they are!
(Exeunt. would not, it were a good sign, that I should quickly SCENEN. -Fife. A room in Macduff's castle. have a new father.
Enter Lady MacDUFF, her Son, und Rosse. L. Macd. Poor prattler! how thou talk'st! L.Mucd.What had he done,to make him fy the land?
Enter a Messenger. Rosse. You must have patience, madam.
Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, L. Macd. He had none;
Though in your state of honour I am perfect. His flight was madness. When our actions do not, I doubt, some danger does approach you nearly. Our fears do makeu's traitors.
If you will take a homely man's advice, Rosse. You know not,
Be not found here! hence, with your little ones! Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear.
To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage; L. Macd. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his To do worse to you, were fell cruelty, babes,
Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you! His mansion, and his titles, in a place,
I dare abide no longer.
(Exit Messenger. From whence himself doth fly? He loves us not, L. Macd. Whither should I fly? He wants tlie natural touch; for the poor wren,
I have done no harm. But I remember now, The most diminutive of birds, will fight,
I am in this earthly world, where to do harm,