your Highness ? Macb. Which of you have done this? Lords. What, my good Lord? Macb. Thou canst not say I did it: never Thy gory locks at me. Rosse. shake Gentlemen, risc; his Highness is not well, Lady M. Sit, worthy friends: often thus, my lord is And hath been from his youth: 'pray you, keep seat; The fit is momentary; upon a thought that Which might appal the devil. Lady M. O proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear: This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said, Shame itself! Why do make such faces? When all's done, Mach. Pr'ythee, see there! behold! look! lo! how say you? Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too. If charnel-houses, and our graves, must send Those Those that we bury, back, our monuments Lady M. What! quite unmann'd in folly? Macb If I stand here, I saw him. Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now olden time, i' the Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal: die, And there an end: but now, they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools: This is more strange Than such a murder is. Lady M. My worthy Lord, Your noble friends do lack you. Macb. I do forget: Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends; Then I'll sit down: Come, love and health to all; Give me some wine, fill full: I drink to the general joy of the whole table, Ghost rises. 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. Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; 4 Thou hast no speculation in those cyes Lady M. Think of this, good Peers, Macb. What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, gone, I am a man again. Pray you, sit still. Lady M. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admir'd disorder. Macb. Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder? You make me strange Even to the disposition that I owe, When now I think you can behold such sights, And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, When mine are blanch'd with fear. Rosse. What sights, my Lord? Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse? Question enrages him: at once, good night: But go at once. Len. Good night, and better health Attend his Majesty! Lady M. A kind good night to all! [Exeunt Lords, and Attendants, Macb. 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 - pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought Mach. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person, At our great bidding? Lady M. Did you send to him, Sir? Mach. I hear it by the way; but I will send: There's not a one of them, but in his house I keep a servant fec'd. I will to-morrow, Betimes I will,) unto the weird sisters: More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, By the worst means, the worst: for mine own good, All causes shall give way; I am in blood Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; sleep. Macb. Come, we'll to sleep: My strange and self-abuse Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use: We are yet but young in deed. [Exeunt. SCENE V. The Heath. Thunder. Enter HECATE, meeting the three Witches. 1. Witch. Why, how now, Hecate? you look angerly. Hec. Have I not reason: beldams, as you are, Saucy, and overbold? How did you dare To trade and traffick with Macbeth, In riddles, and affairs of death; And, which is worse, all you have done Spiteful, and wrathful; who, as others do, Meet me i'the morning; thither he Your vessels, and your spells, provide, Great business must be wrought ere noon: There hangs a vaporous drop profound; |