1 Witch. He will not be commanded. Here's another More potent than the first. Apparition of a bloody child rifes. App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! [Thunder. App. Be bloody, bold, and refolute; laugh to fcorn The pow'r of man; for none of woman born Shall harm Macbeth. [Defcends. Macb. Then live, Macduff; what need I fear of thee? But yet I'll make affurance double fure, And take a bond of Fate; thou shalt not live, That I may tell pale-hearted Fear it lyes, And fleep in fpight of thunder. [Thunder. Apparition of a child crowned, with a tree in his hand, rifes. What is this That rifes like the iffue of a King, And wears upon his baby-brow the round And top of fovereignty? All. Liften, but speak not. App. Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care, Who chafes, who frets, or where confpirers are: Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until Great Birnan-wood to Dunfinane's high hill Shall come against him. Macb. That will never be: Who can imprefs the foreft, bid the tree [Defcends. Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet boadments! good! Of Birnan rife, and our high-plac'd Macbeth All. Seek to know no more. [The cauldron finks into the ground. Macb. I will be fatisfy'd. Deny me this, And an eternal curfe fall on you! Let me know Why finks that cauldron ? and what noise is this? [Hautboys. 1 Witch. Shew! 2 Witch. Shew! 3 Witch. Shew! All. Shew his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like fhadows, so depart. [Eight Kings appear and pass over in order, the laft holding a glafs in his hand: with Banquo following them Mach. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; down! Thy crown doth fear mine eye-balls.- And thy air (Thou other gold-bound brow) is like the firft A third is like the former- -filthy hags! Why do you fhew me this?-A fourth-Start, eye! And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glafs, 1 Witch. Ay, Sir, all this is fo. But why Mufic. [The witches dance and vanish. Mach. Where are they? gone?Let this perniciStand aye accurfed in the Kalendar! Come in, without there! Enter Lenox. Len. What's your Grace's will? Macb. Saw you the weyward fifters ? Len. No, my Lord. Macb. Came they not by you? Len. No indeed, my Lord. [ous hour Mach. Infected by the air whereon they ride, And damn'd all thofe that truft them! I did hear Len. Len. 'Tis two or three, my Lord, that bring you word, Macduff is fled to England. Macb. Fled to England? Len. Ay, my good Lord. * Mach. Time, thou anticipat'ft my dread exploits : The flighty purpose never is o'ertook †, Unless the deed go with it. From this moment, The firstlings of my hand. And even now To crown my thoughts with acts, be't thought and done! The caftle of Macduff I will furprise, Seize upon Fife, give to the edge o' th' fword His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate fouls That trace him in his line. No boafting like a fool, But no more fights. Where are these gentlemen? SCENE III. Changes to Macduff's caftle in Fife. Enter Lady Macduff, her Son, and Roffe. L. Macd. What had he done, to make him fly the His flight was madneis; when our actions do not, Roffe. You know not, Whether it was his wifdom, or his fear. L. Macd. Wisdom? to leave his wife, to leave his His manfion, and his titles, in a place [babes, From whence himself does fly? He loves us not, He wants the natʼral 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 wifdom, where the flight So runs against all reason. Roffe. My dearest coufin, *i. e. defeateft. I to'ertock is here used for coming to effect. The expreffion is bad, but the fenfe good; which is, that purposes delayed are generally defeated. I pray you school yourfelf; but for your husband, The fits o' th' feafon. I dare not speak much further; And do not know ourselves: when we hold rumour t Each way, and move. I take my leave of you; Things at the worst will ceafe, or else climb upward L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. L. Macd. Sirrah, your father's dead, [Exit Roffe. And what will you do now? how will you live? L. Macd. What, on worms and flies? Son. On what I get, I mean; and fo do they. L. Macd. Poor Eird! thou'dft never fear the net, nor The pit-fall, nor the gin. [lime, Son. Why fhould I, mother? poor birds, they are not fet for. My father is not dead for all your faying. L. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father? Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband? L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at any market. Son Then you'll buy 'em to fell again. L. Macd. Thou fpeak'ft with all thy wit, and yet faith, With wit enough for thee. Son. Was my father a traitor, mother? L. Macd. Ay, that he was. Son. What is a traitor? L. Macd. Why, one that fwears and lyes. Son. And be all traitors that do fo? L. Macd. Every one that does fo, is a traitor, and must be hang'd. Son. To hold rumour, fignifies to be govern'd by the authority of rumour Son. And muft they all be hang'd, that fwear and lye? L. Macd. Every one. Son. Who muft hang them! L. Macd. Why, the honeft men. Son. Then the lyars and fwearers are fools; for there are lyars and fwearers enow to beat the honeft men, and hang up them. L. Macd. God help thee, poor monkey! But how wilt thou do for a father? Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him: if you would not, it were a good fign that I fhould quickly have a new father. L. Macd. Poor pratler! how thou talk'ft? Enter a Meffenger. Me. Blefs you, fair dame! I am not to you known, Though in your ftate of honour I am perfect; I doubt fome danger does approach you nearly. you will take a home'y man's advice, If Be not found here; hence with your little ones. Which is too nigh your perfon. Heav'n preferve you L. Macd. Whither fhould I fly? I've done no harm. ! [Exit Meffenger. But I remember now, I'm in this earthly world, where to do harm To fay, I'd done no harm? What are thefe faces? Enter Murtherers. Mur. Where is your husband? L. Macd. I hope, in no place fo unfanctified, Where fuch as thou may't find him. Mur. He's a traitor. Son. Thou ly't, thou fhag-ear'd villain. Mur. What, you egg? Young fry of treachery? A a [Stallin him. Son *To do worship, fignified, in the phrafe of that time, to pay fervance. |