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Lords. What, my good lors? Mach. Thou can’st not say, I did it: nerer shake Thv 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 Ile will again be well: If much you note him, You shall offend him, and extend his passion;* Feed, and regard him not.-Are you a man?
Alach. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on tha:
Lady M. What! quite unmann'd in folly?
Fie, for shame! Mach. 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 performid Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, That when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end: but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, • Prolong his suffering.
+ Sudden gusts
And pusi us from our stools: This more strange
My worthy lord,
I do forget:-
all; Then I'll sit down:-Give me some wine, fill full:I drink to the general joy of the whole table,
Our duties, and the pledge. Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth
Think of this, good peers,
Macb. What man dare, I dare:
the good meeting, (Vith most admir'd disorder. Macb.
Can such things be, * Wonder.
tie. All good wiskos to all Forbid.
And orercome* us like a summer's cloud,
What sights, my lord?
Question enrages him: at once, good night:
Good night and better health
A kind good night to all!
[Exeunt Lords and Attendants. Much. 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-piest and choughs, and rooks, brought
forth The secret'st man of blood.
THE POWER OF WITCHES. 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 Against the churches; though the yesty waves Confound and swallow navigation up; Though bladed corn be lodg’d|| and trees blown
down; Though castles topp!e fi on their warders' heads; Though palaces, and pyramids, do slope Their heads to their foundations; thongh the treasure Of nature's germins** tumble all together, * Pass over.'
+ Possess. # Magpies. § Frothy || Laid flat by wind or rain. I Tuinble. ** Seeds which have begun to sprout.
Even till destruction sicken, answer me
MALCOLM'S CHARACTER OF HIMSELF.
O Scotland! Scotland!
Fit to govern!
Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, bath from my soul Wip'd the black scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts To thy good truth and horour. Dev'lish Macbeth By many of these trains hath sought to win me Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me From over-credulous haste:* But God above Deal between thee and me! for even now I put myself to thy direction, and Unspeak mine own detraction: here abjure 'The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
* Over-hasty credulity
For strangers to my nature. I am yet
AN OPPRESSED COUNTRY.
Alas, poor country; Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot Be call'd our mother, but our grave: where nothing, But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile; Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks that rent the
'Would I could answer
What concern they?
No mind, that's honest,
If it be mine,
ever, Which shall possess them with the heavest sound, That ever yet they heard. * Common distress of mind.
Catch. * A grief that has a single owner.