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What is't that moves your Highness ?

Macb. “ Which of you have done this?
Lords. What, my good Lord ?

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,
And hath been from his youth. Pray you keep seat.
The fit is momentary, on a thought
He 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?

[To Macbeth afde. Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that, Which might appal the devil.

Lady. () proper ftuff!
* This is the very painting of


; [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 !
Behold ! look! lo! How say you?

[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. If I stand here, I saw him.-
Lady. Fie, for shame!

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,
You noble friends do lack you.

Macb. I do forget.
Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends ;
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
To those that know me. Come, love and health to all !
Then I'll sit down : give me some wine, fill full-
I drink to th' general joy of the whole table,
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss ;
Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,
And all to all.
Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.

[The Ghost rises again. Macb. Avaunt, and quit my fight! Let the earth hide

thee !
“ Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
“ Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
“ Which thou doft glare with.”

Lady. Think of this, good Peers,
But as a thing of custom ; 'tis no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

Macb. What man dare, I dare :
Approach thou like the rugged Ruflian bear,
The arm’d rhinoceros, or Hyrcanian tyger ;
66 Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
« Shall never tremble : or be alive again,
" And dare me to the desart with thy sword ;
có If trembling I inhibit *, then proteft me
“ The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!
6 Unreal mock’ry, hence! Why so,-being gone,

[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

With mori aurre a disorder. Can't such things be,
And overcome t us like a summer's cloud,
Without our special wonder ?
Macb. You make me strange

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* inhibit, for refuse.
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“ Ev'n to the disposition that I owe *,
“ Now when I think you can behold such fights,
“ And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
" When mine is blanch'd with fear.".

Rolle. What fights, my Lord?
Lady. I pray you speak not; he grows 'worse and
Question enrages him : at once good night, (worse ;
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.

Len. Good night, and better health
Attend his Majeity!
Lady. Good night to all.

[Exeunt Lords. Macb. It will have blood ; they say, blood will have

Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak;
Augurs, that understood relations t, have
By magpies, and by choughs, and rooks, Srought forth
The secret'ít man of blood. What is the night?

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.
There's not a Thane of them, but in his house
I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow
(Betimes I will) unto the weyward fifters :
More shall they speak : for now I'm bent to know,
By- the worst means, the worst, for mine own good.
All causes shall give way; I am in blood
Stept in so far, that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as going o’er.
Strange things I have in head, that will to hand;
Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.

Lady. You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

Macb. Come, we'll to sleep; my strange and felf-abufe
Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use $ :
We're but

in deed.

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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.

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SCENE VI. Changes to tbe heath.


Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting Hecate.
1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecat’? you look angrily.

Hec. Have I not reason, beldams, as you are ? - Saucy, and over-bold ! how did you

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 call'd to bear my part,
Or shew the glory of our art?
And, which is worse, all yon have done
Hath been but for a wayward son ;
Spightful and wrathful, who, as others do,
Loves for his owo ends, not for

But make amends now ; get you gone,
And at the pit of Acheron
Meet me i'th' morning : thither he
Will come to know his deftiny ;
Your vessels and your spells provide,
Your charms and every thing beside.
I am for th' air : this night I'll spend
Unto a dismal fatal end.
Great business must be wrought ere noon:
Upon the corner of the moon
There hangs a vap'rous drop, profound;
l'll catch it ere it come to ground;
And that diftill'd by magic fleights,
Shall raise such artificial sprights,
As, by the strength of their illufion,
Shall draw him on to his confusion.
He shall fpurn fate, [corn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear:
And you all know, Security
Is mortal's chiefest enemy. [Music and a song.
Hark, I am call'd; my little spirit, fee,
Sits in the foggy cloud, and stays for me.

[Sing within. Come away, come away, &c. 1 Witch. Come, let's make halte, she'll soon be back again.


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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,
From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth,
Lives in the English court; and is receiv'd
Of the most pious Edward with such grace,
That the malevolence of fortune nothing
Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduff

gone to pray the King upon his aid
To wake Northumberland, and warlike Siward ;
That by the help of these (with him above
To ratify the work) we may again
Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights ;
Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives;
Do faithful homage, and receive free t honours ;
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AU #free, for grateful.

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