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What is't that moves your Highness ?
Macb. “ Which of you have done this?
Macb. “ Thou canst not say I did it: never shake “ Thy goary locks at me.”
Rolle. Gentlemen, rise ; his Highness is not well.
Lady. Sit, worthy friends, my Lord is often thus,
[To Macbeth afde. Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that, Which might appal the devil.
Lady. () proper ftuff!
; [Ande. “ This is the air drawn dagger, which you said “ Led you to Duncan. Oh, these flaws and starts “ (Impostors of true fear) would well become " A woman's story at a winter's fire, " Authoris’d by her grandam. Shame itself! Why do you make such faces ? when all's done, You look but on a stool.
Macb. Pr’ythee fee there !
[Pointing to the Ghofi. ** Why, what care I? if thou canst nod, speak too.If charnel-houses and our graves muít fend Those that we bury back, our monuments Shall be the maws of kites. [The Ghof vanishes.
Lady. What ? quite unmann'd in folly ?
Macb. « Blood hath been shed ere now is th' olden “ Ere human statute purg'd the gen'ral weal; [time, “ Ay, and since too, murthers have been perform’d « Too terrible for th' 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 murthers on their crowns, And push us from our stools. This is more strange Vol. VI.
Than such a murther is.
Lady. My worthy Lord,
Macb. I do forget.
[The Ghost rises again. Macb. Avaunt, and quit my fight! Let the earth hide
Lady. Think of this, good Peers,
Macb. What man dare, I dare :
[The Ghost vanishes. I am a man again. Pray you fit ftill. 1 The Lords rise. Lady. cu have displac'd the mirth, broke the good
“ Ev'n to the disposition that I owe *,
Rolle. What fights, my Lord?
Len. Good night, and better health
[Exeunt Lords. Macb. It will have blood ; they say, blood will have
Lady. Almost at odds with morning, which is which,
Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his perAt our great bidding?
[fon Lady. Did you send to him, Sir ?
Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will send.
Lady. You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
Macb. Come, we'll to sleep; my strange and felf-abufe
SCENE * Which in plain English, is only, You make me just mad.
+ By relations is meant the relation one thing is supposed to bear to another,
I initiate fear, for that fear which attends those who are but newly initiated in ill; and hard use, for use that makes hardy.
SCENE VI. Changes to tbe heath.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting Hecate.
Hec. Have I not reason, beldams, as you are ? - Saucy, and over-bold ! how did you
[Sing within. Come away, come away, &c. 1 Witch. Come, let's make halte, she'll soon be back again.
SCENE VII. Changes to a chamber.
Enter Lenox, and another Lord. Len. My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, Which can interpret farther: only I say Things have been strangely borne. The gracious Duncan Was pitied of Macbeth-marry, he was dead: And the right-valiant Banquo walk's too late. Whom
you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd, For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late. You cannot want the thought, how monitrous too It was for Malcolm, and for Donald Bane, To kill their gracious father, damned fact ! How did it grieve Macbeth ? did he not straight In pious rage the two delinquents tear, That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep? Was not that nobly done ? ay, wisely too; For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive To hear the men deny't. So that, I say, He has borne all things well; and I do think, That had he Duncan's fons under his key, (As, an't please Heav'n, he shall not), they should find What 'twere to kill a father : so should Fleance. But
peace! for from broad words, and 'cause he fail'd His presence at the tyrant's feaft, 1 hear Macduff lives in disgrace. Sir, can you
tell Where he bestows himself ?
Lord. The son of Duncan,
gone to pray the King upon his aid
AU #free, for grateful.