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Scene V.The Heath. Thunder. Enter Hecate, meeting the three Witches. Ist Witch. Why, how now, Hecate? 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 called to bear my part, Or shew 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 everything beside :

I am for the air; this night I'll spend
Unto a dismal and a fatal end.
Great business must be wrought ere noon:
Upon the corner of the moon
There hangs a vaporous drop profound;
I'll catch ere it come to ground:
And that, distilled by magic sleights,
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 :
And you all know, security
Is mortals' chiefest enemy.

SONG (within). Come away, come away, &c.

Hark, I am called; my little spirit, see,
Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. (Exit.
Ist Witch. Come, let's make haste; she 'll soon
be back again.


Scene VI.—Fores. A Room in the Palace.

Lord. The son of Duncan,

From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, Enter Lenox and another Lord.

Lives in the English court; and is received Len. My former speeches have but hit your Of the most pious Edward with such grace, thoughts,

That the malevolence of fortune nothing Which can interpret further: only, I say, Takes from his high respect: thither Macduff Things have been strangely borne. The gracious

is gone Duncan

To pray the holy king, upon his aid, Was pitied of Macbeth :—marry, he was dead : To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward : And the right-valiant Banquo walked too late ; That, by the help of these (with Him above Whom, you may say, if it please you, Fleance To ratify the work), we may again killed,

Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights ; For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late. Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives ; Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous Do faithful homage, and receive free honours; It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain

All which we pine for now: and this report To kill their gracious father? damnéd fact ! Hath so exasperate the King, that he How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight, Prepares for some attempt of war. In pious rage, the two delinquents tear,

Len. Sent he to Macduff? That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of Lord. He did: and with an absolute “ Sir, sleep?

not I,” Was not that nobly done ? Ay, and wisely too; The cloudy messenger turns me his back, For 't would have angered any heart alive, And hums; as who should say, “You 'll rue the To hear the men deny it. So that, I say, He has borne all things well: and I do think, That clogs me with this answer.” That, had he Duncan's sons under his key

Len. And that well might (As, an't please heaven, he shall not), theyA dvise him to a caution, to hold what distance should find

His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel What 't were to kill a father: so should Fleance. Fly to the court of England, and unfold But peace !—for from broad words, and 'cause His message ere he come; that a swift blessing he failed

May soon return to this our suffering country His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear Under a hand accursed ! Macduff lives in disgrace: sir, can you tell

Lord. I'll send my prayers with him! Where he bestows himself?



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SCENE I.-A dark Cave. In the middle,

a Cauldron boiling. Thunder.

Enter the three Witches.
1st Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed.
2nd Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whined.
3rd Witch. Harper cries :'Tis time, 'tis time.
1st Witch. Round about the cauldron go;

In the poisoned entrails throw.-
Toad, that under the cold stone,
Days and nights hast thirty-one
Sweltered venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i'the charméd pot!
Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 2nd Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake,

In the cauldron boil and bake:
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,

Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Aul. Double, double toil and trouble ;

Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3rd Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf;

Witch's mummy; maw and gulf
Of the ravined salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock, digged i’ the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Slivered in the moon's eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe,
Ditch-delivered by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chawdron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.
Double, double toil and trouble ;

Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 2nd Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood,

Then the charm is firm and good.

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Enter Hecate, and the other three Witches.

Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution,

thanks ; Hec. O, well done! I commend your pains;

| Thou hast harped my fear aright:- But one word And every one shall share i'the gains.

more : And now about the cauldron sing,

1st Witch. He will not be commanded. Here's Like elves and fairies in a ring,

another, Enchanting all that you put in.

More potent than the first.
Black spirits and white,

Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises.
Red spirits and grey;

App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth !-
Mingle, mingle, mingle,

Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.
You that mingle may.

App. Be bloody, bold, 2nd Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs,

And resolute; laugh to scorn the power of man;

For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth. Something wicked this way comes :

[Descends. Open locks, whoever knocks.

Macb. Then live, Macduff: What need I fear Enter Macbetu.

of thee? Macb. How now, you secret, black, and mid But yet I 'll make assurance double sure, night hags?

And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live; What is 't you do?

That I may tell pale-hearted fear, it lies, AU. A deed without a name.

And sleep in spite of thunder.—What is this, Macb. I conjure you, by that which you profess

Thunder. An Apparition of a Child crowned, with (Howe'er you come to know it), answer me: Though you untie the winds, and let them fight

a tree in his hand, rises. Against the churches; though the yesty waves That rises like the issue of a king; Confound and swallow navigation up;

And wears upon his baby brow the round Though bladed corn be lodged, and trees blown And top of sovereignty? down;

All. Listen, but speak not to't. Though castles topple on their warders' heads ; App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care Though palaces and pyramids do slope

Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirere are: Their heads to their foundations; though the Macbeth shall never vanquished be, until treasure

Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill Of Nature's germins tumble all together,

Shall come against him.

Descends. Even till destruction sicken, answer me

Macb. That will never be: To what I ask you.

Who can impress the forest ; bid the tree Ist Witch. Speak.

Unfix his earth-bound root? sweet bodements ! 2nd Witch. Demand.

good! 3rd Witch.

We'll answer. Rebellious head, rise never till the wood 1st Witch. Say, if thou ’dst rather hear it from Of Birnam rise; and our high-placed Macbeth our mouths,

Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath Or from our masters'?

To time and mortal custom.—Yet my heart Macb. Call them; let me see them. Throbs to know one thing: tell me (if your art

1st Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten Can tell so much), shall Banquo's issue ever Her nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten

Reign in this kingdom? From the murderer's gibbet, throw

AU. Seek to know no more. Into the flame.

Macb. I will be satisfied : deny me this, AU. Come, high or low;

And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know :Thyself and office deftly shew.

Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this? 1st Witch.

[Hautboys. Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head rises.

2nd Witch, Shew! Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power,—

3rd Witch. ) 1st Witch. He knows thy thought; All. Shew his eyes, and grieve his heart; Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

Come like shadows, so depart.
App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware

Eight Kings appear, and pass over the Stage in Beware the thane of Fife.- Dismiss me:-Enough. I order; the last with a glass in his hand; Banquo

[Descends. following:

But no more sights!—Where are these gentlemen? Come, bring me where they are. [Exeunt.

Scene II.-Fife. A Room in Macduff's Castle.

Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo;

down! Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls :—and thy air, Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first: A third is like the former :-Filthy hags! Why do you shew me this ?—A fourth ?—Start,

eyes! What! will the line stretch out to the crack of

Another yet?-A seventh ?-I'll see no more :-
And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass
Which shews me many more; and some I see
That twofold balls and treble sceptres carry :
Horrible sight!--Ay, now I see 't is true;
For the blood-boltered Banquo smiles upon me,
And points at them for his.—What, is this so?

Isi Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so: but why
Stands Macbeth thus amazédly?
Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprights,
And shew the best of our delights;
I'll charm the air to give a sound,
While you perform your antique round:
That this great king inay kindly say,
Our duties did his welcome pay.

[Music. The Witches dance, and vanish. Macú. Where are they? Gone? Let this per

nicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar !Come in, without there!

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 damned all those that trust them!—I did hear The galloping of horse: Who was 't came by? Len 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you

word, Macduff is fled to England. Macó. Fled to England ? Len. Ay, my good lord. Macb. Time, thou anticipat’st my dread exploits: The flighty purpose never is o’ertook, Unless the deed go with it: from this moment, The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now, To crown iny thoughts with acts, be it thought

and done : The castle of Macduff I will surprise ; Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o'the sword His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls That trace him in his line. No boasting like a

fool; This deed I'll do before this purpose cool :

Enter Lady Macduff, her Son, and Rosse.
Lady Macd. What had he done, to make him

fy the land?
Rosse. You must have patience, madam.

L. Macd. He had none :
His flight was madness: When our actions do not,
Our fears do make us traitors.

Rosse. You know not Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear. L. Macd. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave

his babes, His mansion, and his titles, in a place From whence himself does fly? He loves us not; He wants the natural touch: for the poor wren, The most diminutive of birds, will fight (Her young ones in her nest) against the owl. All is the fear, and nothing is the love; As little is the wisdom, where the flight So runs against all reason.

Rosse. My dearest coz, I pray you, school yourself: but, for your husband, He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows The fits o'the season. I dare not speak much

furiher: But cruel are the times when we are traitors, And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour From what we fear, yet know not what we fear; But float upon a wild and violent sea, Each way, and move.--I take my leave of you: Shall not be long but I'll be here again : Things at the worst will cease, or else climb up

ward To what they were before.—My pretty cousin, Blessing upon you! L. Macd. Fathered he is, and yet he 's father

less. Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort: I take my leave at once. [Exit Rosse.

L. Macd. Sirrah, your father's dead : And what will you do now? how will you live?

So.. As birds do, mother.
L. Macd. What, with worms and flies ?
Son. With what I get, I mean; and so do they.
L. Macd. Poor bird! thou 'ust never fear the

net, nor lime, The pit-fall, nor the gin. Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they

are not set for. My father is not dead, for all your saying.

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