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But now, I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound in Lady M.
Fye, for shame! To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe? Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden var. Ay, my good lord : safe in a ditch he bides,
time, With twenty trenched gashes on his head ;
Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal ; The least a death to nature.
Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Macb.
Thanks for that : Too terrible for the ear : the times have been, There the grown serpent lies; the worm, that's fled, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
And there an end: but now, they rise again, No teeth for the present. - Get thee gone; to With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools : This is more strange We'll hear, ourselves again. [Erit Murderer. Than such a murder is. Lady M. My royal lord,
My worthy lord,
I do forget : 'Tis given with welcome: To feed, were best at Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends ; home;
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony, To those that know me. Come, love and health to Meeting were bare without it. Hucb.
Sweet remembrancer! Then I'll sit down : - Give me some wine, fill Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
full : And health on both !
I drink to the general joy of the whole table,
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss ; Macb. Here had we now our country's honour Would he were here ! to all, and him, we thirst, roof'd,
And all to all.
Macb. Avaunt ! and quit my sight! Let the Than pity for mischance !
earth hide thee! Rosse.
His absence, sir, Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your Thou hast no speculation in those eyes highness
Which thou dost glare with! To grace us with your royal company?
Think of this, good peers, Macb. The table's full.
But as a thing of custom : 'tis no other ; Lent. Here's a place reserv'd, sir.
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. Macb. Where?
Macb. What man dare, I dare : Len.
Here, my lord. What is't that Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, moves your highness ?
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, Macb. Which of you have done this?
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Lords.
What, my good lord ? Shall never tremble: Or, be alive again, Mach. Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake And dare me to the desert with thy sword; Thy gory locks at me.
If trembling I inhibit thee, protest me Rosse. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well. The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow ! Lady H. Sit, worthy friends : — my lord is often
[Ghost disappears. thus,
Unreal mockery, hence!-- Why, so ;-being gone, And hath been from his youth : 'pray you, keep I am a man again. — Pray you, sit still. seat ;
Lady M. You have displac'd the mirth, broke The fit is momentary ; upon a thought
the good meeting, He will again be well; If much you note him, With most admir'd disorder. You shall offend him, and extend his passion ;
Can such things be, Fed, and regard himn not. — Are you a man? And overcome as like a summer's cloud,
Macb. Ay, and å bold one, that dare look on that Without our special wonder? You make me strange Which might appal the devil.
Even to the disposition that I owe, Lady M.
O proper stuff! When now I think you can behold such sights, This is the very painting of your fear :
And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
What sights, my lord ? (Impostors to true fear) would well become
Lady M. I pray you, speak not ; he grows worse A woman's story, at a winter's fire,
and worse ; Authoriz’d by her grandam. Shame itself ! Question enrages him : at once, good night :Why do you make such faces? When all's done, Stand not upon the order of your going, You look but on a stool.
But go at once. Macb. Pry'thee, see there! behold! look! lo! Len.
Good night, and better health how say you?
Attend his majesty! Why, what care 1? If thou canst nod, speak too.
A kind good night to all ! If charnel-houses, and our graves, must send
(Exeunt Lords and Attendants. Those that we bury, back, our monuments
Macb. It will have blood; they say, blood will Stall be the maws of kites. (Ghost disappears.
have blood : Lody M. What! quite unmann'd in folly? Stones have been known to move, and trees to Hach. If I stand here, I saw him.
Augurs, and understood relations, have
Hark, I am call'd; my little spirit, see, By magot-pies,and choughs, and rooks, brought forth Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. (Ent. The secret'st man of blood. – What is the night? 1 Witch. Come, let's make laste : she'll soon be Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, which
(Eseunt. is which. Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his SCENE VI. — Fores.' A Room in the Palace. person,
Enter Lenox, and another Lord.
Did you send to him, sir ? Len. My former speeches have but hit your Macb. I hear it by the way ; but I will send :
thoughts, There's not a one of them, but in his house Which can interpret further : only, I say, I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow,
Things have been strangely borne: The gracious (Betimes I will,) unto the weird sisters :
Duncan More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, Was pitied of Macbeth : - marry, he was dead : By the worst means, the worst: for mine own And the right-valiant Banquo walked too late ; good,
Whom, you may say, if it please you, Flcance killid, All causes shall give way; I am in blood
For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late. Stept in so far, that, should I wade no more, Who'cannot want the thought, low monstrous Returning were as tedious as go o'er :
It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain, Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; To kill their gracious father ? damned fact ! Which must be acted, ere they may be scann'd. How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight, Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, In pious rage, the two delinquents tear, sleep.
That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep: Macb. Come, we'll to sleep: My strange and Was not that nobly done ? Ay, and wisely too ; self-abuse
For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive, Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use :
To hear the men deny it. So that, I say,
That, had he Duncan's son under his key,
find Enter Hecate, meeting the three Witches.
What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. 1 Wilch. Why, how now, Hecate ? you look | But, peace ! --for from broad words, and 'cause he angerly.
Where he bestows himself?
The son of Duncan, And I, the mistress of your charms,
From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, The close contriver of all harms,
Lives in the English court; and is receiv'd Was never call'd to bear my part,
Of the most pious Edward with such grace, Or show the glory of our art?
That the malevolence of fortune nothing And, which is worse, all you have done,
Takes from his high respect : Thither Macduff Hath been but for a wayward son,
Is gone to pray the holy king, on his aid Spiteful, and wrathful ; who, as others do,
To wake Northumberland, and warlike Siward : Loves for his own ends, not for you.
That, by the help of these, (with Him above But make amends now : Get you gone,
To ratify the work,) we may again And at the pit of Acheron
Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights ; Meet me i' the morning ; thither he
Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives; Will come to know his destiny.
Do faithful homage, and receive free honours, Your vessels, and your spells, provide,
All which we pine for now : And this report Your charms, and every thing beside :
Hath so exasperate the king, that he I am for the air ; this night I'll spend
Prepares for some attempt of war. Unto a dismal-fatal end.
Sent he to Macduff? Great business must be wrought ere noon :
Lord. He did : and with an absolute, Sir, not I, Upon the corner of the moon
The cloudy messenger turns me his back, There hangs a vaporous drop profound;
And hums; as who should say, You'll rue the time I'll catch it ere it come to ground:
That clogs me with this answer. And that, distill’d by magick slights,
And that well might Shall raise such artificial sprights,
Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance As, by the strength of their illusion,
His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel Shall draw him on to his confusion :
Fly to the court of England, and unfold He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His message ere he come; that a swift blessing His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear:
May soon return to this our suffering country, And you all know, security
Under a hand accurs'd! Is mortal's chiefest enemy.
My prayers with him! Song. [Within.] Come away, comc away, &c.
SCENE I. - A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caul Macb. I conjure you, by that which you profess, dron boiling Thunder.
(Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me:
Though you untie the winds, and let them fight Enter the three Witches.
Against the churches : though the yesty waves 1 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. Confound and swallow navigation up; 2 Wich. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whin'd. Though bladed corn be lodg’d, and trees blown 3 Witch. Harper cries :- "Tis time, 'tis time.
down; I Fitch. Round about the cauldron go; Though castles topple on their warders' heads ; In the poison's entrails throw.
Though palaces, and pyramids, do slope Toad, that under coldest stone,
Their heads to their foundations; though the treaDays and nights hast thirty-one Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Of nature's germins tumble all together, Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!
Even till destruction sicken, answer me A. Double, double toil and trouble ;
To what I ask you. Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.
1 Witch. Speak. ? Fuck. Fillet of a fenny snake,
Demand. In the cauldron boil and bake :
We'll answer. Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
1 Witch. Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
mouths, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Or from our masters'? Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,
Call them, let me see them. For a charm of powerful trouble ;
1 Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Her nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten A. Double, double toil and trouble ;
From the murderer's gibbet throw Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.
Into the flame. 9 Fitek. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf;
Come, high, or low; Witches' mummy; maw, and gulf,
Thyself, and office, deftly show. or the rarin'd salt-sea shark; Root of hemlock, diggd i' the dark;
Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head rises. Liser of blaspheming Jew;
Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power, Gall of goat, and slips of yew,
He knows thy thought ; Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse ;
Hear his speech, but say thou nought. Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
Amp. Macbeth ! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Finger of birth-strangled babe,
Macduff"; Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
Beware the thane of Fife.
Dismiss me : Make the gruel thick and slab :
[Descends. Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, For the ingredients of our cauldron.
thanks ; All. Double, double toil and trouble ;
Thou hast harp'd my fear aright: But one word Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble. 2 Wack. Cool it with a baboon's blood,
1 Witch. He will not be commanded : Here's Then the charm is firm and good.
another, Enter HECATE, and the other three Witches.
More potent than the first. Hec. O, well done! I commend your pains ; Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises. And every one shall share i' the gains.
App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth ! And now about the cauldron sing,
Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee. Like elves and fairies in a ring,
Be bloody, bold,
[Descends. Black spirits and white
Mucb. Then live, Macduff'; What need I fear Red spirits and grey ;
But yet I'll make assurance double sure,
And take a bond of fate : thou shalt not live; 2 Fitch. By the pricking of my thumbs,
That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, Something wicked this way comes: —
And sleep in spite of thunder. What is this, Open, locks, whoever knocks.
Thunder. An Apparition of a Child crowned, with Enter MACBETH.
a Tree in his Hand, rises. Macó. How now, you secret, black, and mid- That rises like the issue of a king ; night hags?
And wears upon his baby brow the round
And top of sovereignty?
Listen, but speak not.
App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care Macb.
Fled to England
? Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are : Len. Ay, my good lord. Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until
Macb. T'ime, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits : Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Shall come against him.
(Descends. Unless the deed go with it: From this moment, Macb. That will never be;
The very firstlings of my heart shall be Who can impress the forest; bid the tree
The firstlings of my hand. And even now, Unfix his earth-bound root ? sweet bodements! good! To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood
done: Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth The castle of Macduff I will surprise ; Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o'the sword To time, and mortal custom. — Yet my heart His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls Throbs to know one thing ; Tell me, (if your art That trace his line. No boasting like a fool; Can tell so much,) shall Banquo's issue ever This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool : Reign in this kingdom ?
But no more sights ! - Where are these gentlemen ? All.
Seek to know no more. Come, bring me where they are. (Exeunt. Macb. I will be satisfied : deny me this, And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know: SCENE II. Fife. ' A Room in Macduff's Why sinks that cauldron! and what noise is this ?
[Hautboys. 1 Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show! 3 Witch. Show!
Enter Lady MacDUFF, her Son, and Rosse. All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;
Lady Macd. What had he done, to make him fly Come like shadows, so depart.
the land ?
Rosse. You must have patience, madam. Eight Kings appear, and pass over the Stage in
He had none : order ; the last with a Glass in his Hand; Banquo His flight was madness : When our actions do not, following
Our fears do make us traitors.
You know not, down! Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls:- And thy hair,
L. Jacd. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first:
his babes, A third is like the former : - Filthy hags!
His mansion, and his titles, in a place Why do you show me this ? - A fourth? Start, From whence himself does fly? He loves us not; eyes !
He wants the natural touch : for the poor wren, What! will the line stretch out to the crack of The most diminutive of birds, will fight, doom?
Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
All is the fear, and nothing is the love;
So runs against all reason. That two-fold balls and treble scepters carry :
My dearest coz, Horrible sight! Ay, now, I see, 'tis true; I pray you, school yourself : But, for your husFor the blood-bolted Banquo smiles upon me,
band, And points at them for his. What, is this so? He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows 1 Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so :
The fits o'the season. I dare not speak much further : Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprights,
And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour And show the best of our delights ;
From what we fear; yet know not what we fear; I'll charm the air to give a sound,
But float upon a wild and violent sea, While you perform your antique round:
Each way, and move. - I take my leave of you : That this great king may kindly say,
Shall not be long but I'll be here again : Our duties did his welcome pay.
Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward [Musick. The Witches dance, and vanish. To what they were before. - My pretty cousin, Maco. "Where are they? Gone? — Let this per- Blessing upon you ! nicious hour
L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. Stand aye accursed in the calendar !
Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, Come in, without there!
It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort:
(Exit Rossi Enter LENOX.
L. Macd. Sirrah, your father's dead; Len.
What's your grace's will ? And what will you do now? How will you live? Macb. Saw you the weird sisters ?
Son. As birds do, mother.
What, with worms and flies? Macb. Came they not by you?
Son. With what I get, I mean; and so do they. Len.
No, indeed, my
lord. L. Macd. Poor bird! thou’dst never fear the net, Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ridt;
nor lime, And damn'd, all those that trust them! - I did | The pit-fall, nor the gin. hear
Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they The galloping of horse : Who was't came by?
are not set for. Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you My father is not dead, for all your saying: word,
1. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for Macduff is fled to England.
a father ?
Se. Nay, how will you do for a husband ? Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good men, L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at any
Bestride our down-fall'n birthdom : Each new morn, market.
New widows howl ; new orphans cry; new sorrows Forn. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.
Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds 1. Macd. Thou speak'st with all thy wit; and As if it felt with Scotland, and yell'd out yet i'faith,
Like syllable of do!our. Tith wit enough for thee.
What I believe, I'll wail ; Son. Was my father a traitor, mother ?
What know, believe ; and, what I can redress, L. Macd. Ay, that he was.
As I shall find the time to friend, I will. San. What is a traitor ?
What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance. L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies. This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, Son. And be all traitors that do so ?
Was once thought honest ; you have lov'd him well; L. Maed. Every one that does so, is a traitor, He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young, but and must be hanged.
something San. And must they all be hanged that swear and You may deserve of him through me; and wisdom lie?
To offer up a weak, poor innocent lamb, L. Mecd. Every one.
To appease an angry God. Sa. Who must hang them?
Macd. I am not treacherous. L. Macd. Why, the honest men.
But Macbeth is. San. Then the liars and swearers are fools : for A good and virtuous nature may recoil, there are liars and swearers enough to beat the In an imperial charge. But 'crave your pardon ; juonest men, and hang up them.
That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose : L. Maed. Now God help thee, poor monkey! Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell : But how wilt thou do for a father?
Though all things foul would wear the brows of Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him: if
grace, Fan would not, it were a good sign that I should Yet grace must still look so. quickly have a new father.
I have lost my hopes. L Maed. Poor prattler! how thou talkest. Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did find my
doubts. Enter a Messenger.
Why in that rawness left you wife, and child, Ness. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you (Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,) known,
Without leave-taking ? - I pray you, Though in your state of honour I am perfect. Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, I doubt
, some danger does approach you nearly : But mine own safeties : – You may be rightly just, If you will take a homely man's advice,
Whatever I shall think. Be not found here; hence, with your little ones. Macd.
Bleed, bleed, poor country! To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage; Great tyranny, lay thou thy hasis sure, To do worse to you, were fell cruelty,
For goodness dares not check thee! wear thou thy Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you!
Whither should I fly? I would not be the villain that thou think'st
For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp, I am in this earthly world; where, to do harm, And the rich East to boot. Is citen laudable; to do good, sometime,
Be not offended Accounted dangerous folly: Why then, alas ! I speak not as in absolute fear of you. Do I put up that womanly defence,
I think, our country sinks beneath the yoke ; To say, I have done no harm? What are these It weeps, it bleeds: and each new day a gash faces?
Is added to her wounds: I think, withal,
There would be hands uplifted in my right;
And here, from gracious England, have I offer Hur. Where is your husband ?
Of goodly thousands : But, for all this,
Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country
He's a traitor. Shall have more vices than it had before ; ša. Thou ly'st, thou shag-ear'd villain. More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever, What, you egg? (Stabbing him. By him that shall succeed.
What should he be? dur. He has kill'd me, mother : Mal. It is myself I mean: in whom I know
[Dies. All the particulars of vice so grafted,
Esteem him as a lamb, being compar'd
Not in the legions Enter Marcoux and Macduff.
Of horrid hell, can come a devil more damn d
In evils, to top Macbeth. Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade, and Mal.
I grant him bloody,
Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin
I due abide no longer.
Young fry of treachery?
Run away, I pray you.
there our sad bosoms empty. Macd.