Old M. 'Tis unnatural,

[last

Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday
A falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at, and kill'd.
Rosse And Duncan's horses, (a thing most
strange and certain,)

Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
Turn d wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung
out,
[make
Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would
War with mankind.

Old M. 'Tis said they eat each other.
Rosse. They did so; to the amazement of
mine eyes,
Macduff:-

That look'd upon't.

Here comes the good

Ban. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,

As the weird women promis'd; and, I fear,
Thou play'dst most foully for't: yet it was said,
It should not stand in thy posterity;
But that myself should be the root, and father
Of many kings. If there come truth from them,
(As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine,)
Why, by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my oracles as well,
And set me up in hope! But hush; no more.
Senet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as King; Lady
MACBETH, as Queen; LENOX, Rosse, Lords,
Ladies, and attendants.

Macb Here's our chief gues!.
Lady M. If he had been forgotten,

Intend to themselves.

Macb. To night we hold a solemn supper, Sir, And I'll request your presence.

Ban. Let your highness.

Command upon me; to the which, my duties
Are with a most indissoluble tie
For ever knit.

Mach. Ride you this afternoon?
Ban. Ay, my good lord.

Macb. We should have else desir'd your good

advice

[rous,) (Which still hath been both grave and prospeIn this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow. Is't far you ride?

Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time 'Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better,

I must become a borrower of the night,
For a dark hour, or twain.

Macb. Fail not our feast.
Ban. My lord, I will not.

Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd

In England, and in Ireland; not confessing Their cruel parricide, filling their bearers With strange invention: But of that to-morrw; When, therewithal, we shall have cause of

state,

Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: Adieu, Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you?

Ban. Ay, my good lord: our time does call

upon us.

Macb. I wish your horses swift, and sure of foot;

And so I do commend you to their backs.
Farewell-
[Exit BANQUO.
Let every man be master of his time
Till seven at night; to make society
The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself
Till supper-time alone: while then, God be
with you.

[Exeunt Lady MACBETH, Lords, Ladies, &c. Sirrah, a word: Attend those men our pleasure?

Allen. They are, my lord, without the palace gate.

Macb. Bring them before us.-[Exit ATTEN.] To be thus, is nothing;

But to be safely thus:-Our fears in Banquo Stick deep; and in his royaltyt of nature Reigns that, which would be fear'd: 'Tis

much he dares;

mine,

now

Whom I myself struck down: and thence it is, That I to your assistance do make love; Making the business from the common eye, For sundry weighty reasons.

2 Mr. We shall, my lord, Prom what you command us. 1 Mar. Though our lives—— Mac. Yourspirits shine through you. With in this hour, at mo-t,

will advise you where to plant yourselves. Acquaint you with the perfect spy o'the time, The moment on't; for't must be done to-night, And something from the palace: always That I require a clearness: and with him, thought, (To leave no rubs, nor botches, in the work.) Fleance his son, that keeps him company, Whose absence is no less material to me

Than is his father's, must embrace the fate Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart I'll come to you anon.

2 Mur. We are resolv'd, my lord. Macb. I'll call upon you straight; abide within. It is concluded::-

pell'd,§

To pray for that good man, and for his issue, Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave, And beggar'd yours for ever?

1 Mur. We are men, my liege. Macb. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, cleped Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are All by the name of dogs: the valued file Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, The house-keeper, the hunter, every one According to the gift which bounteous nature Hath in him clos'd; whereby he does receive Particular addition,** from the bill That writes them all alike: and so of men. Now, if you have a station in the file, And not in the worst rank of manhood, say it; And I will put that business in your bosoms, Whose execution takes your enemy off; Grapples you to the heart and love of us, Who wear our health but sickly in his life, Which in his death were perfect.

2 Mur. I am one, my liege,

Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have so incens'd, that I am recklesstt what
I do, to spite the world.

1 Mur. And I another,

So weary with disasters, tugg'dit with fortune,
That I would set my life on any chance,
To mend it, or be rid on't.

Macb. Both of you

Know, Banquo was your enemy.

2 Mur True, my lord.

Maeb. So is he mine: and in such bloody distance,

That every minute of his being thrusts could Against my near'st of life: And though With bare-fac'd power sweep him from my sight,

And bid my will avouch it; yet I must not,

Challenge me to extremities. Proved. Deluded.
Are you so obedient to the precepts of the Gospel.
Wolf dogs.
Called.
Title, descripcion.
Carles.
Worried
Mortal exify.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II-Th same.-Another Room. Enter Lady MACBETH, and a SERVANT. Lady M Is Banquo gone from court? Serv. Ay, madam, but returns again to-night, Lady M. Say to the king, I would attend his For a few words.

[leisure [Exit.

Serv. Madam I will. Lady M. Nought's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content: lis safer to be that which we destroy, Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy. Enter MACBETH.

How now, my lord? why do you keep alone, Of sorriest fancies your companions making? Using those thoughts, which should muted have died [remedy With them they think on? Things without Should be without regard: what's done, is

[hums,

The shard borne beetle, with his drows
Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall
A deed of dreaful note
[be done

Lady M. What's to be done? Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, night, Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling! Skarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And, with thy bloody and invisible hand, Cancel, and tear to pieces, that great bond, Which keeps me pale !-Light thick ns, and the crow

Makes wing to the rooky wood:
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;
While's night's black agents to their prey do
[still

rouse.

Thou marv'llest at my words; but hold thee Things, bad begun, make strong themselves by

ill:

SCENE III-The same-4 Park o Lawn, with a gate eading to the alace.

Enter tree MURDERERS.

1 Mur. But who did bid thee join with us? 3 Mur. Macbeth.

2 Mur He needs not our mistrust: since he deliver

Our offices, and what we have to do,
To the direction just.

1 Mur. Then stand with us.

[day:

The west yet glimmers with some streaks of
Now spurs the lated traveller apace,
To gain the timely inn; and near approaches
The subject of our watch.

3 Mur. Hark! I hear horses.

Ban. [Within] Giv us a light there, ho!
2 Mur. Then it is be; the rest
That are withit e note of expectation,¶
Already are i'the court.

1 Mur. His horses go abont.

3 Mur Almost a mile: but he does usually, So all men do, from hence to the palace gate

Make it their walk.

Enter BANQUO and FLEANCE, a ervant with a torch preceeding them.

Mur A light, a light!

3 Mur. 'Ti he

1 Mur. Stand to't.

Ban. It will be rain to-night.

3 Mur. Let it come down.

Both sides are even: Here I'll sit 'i the midst : Be large in mirth; anon, we'll drink a measure The table round --There's blood upon thy face.

ur 'Tis Banquos's then.

Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he withIs he despatch'd?

[in . My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.

Macb. Thou art the best o'the cut-throa s:

Yet he's good,

That did the like for Fleance; if thou didst it, Thou art the nonpareil.

Mur Most royal Sir, Fleance is 'scap'd

Mach. Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect;

Whole as the marble, founded as the rock;
As broad, and general as the casing air: in
But now, I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound
To saucy doubts and fears But Banquo's safe?
Mur. Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he
bid s,

With twenty trenched ashes on his head;
The least a death to ature.

Len. May it please your highness sit? [The Ghost of BANQUO rises, and sits in MACBETH's place.

Macb. Here had we now our country's bonour roof'd, sent;

Were the grac'd person of our Banquo pre

*Contiones in her chair of state.

often thus,

scat;

And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep
The fit is momentry; upon a though*
He will again be well: If much you note him,
You shall offend him, and extend his passion;t
Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man
Micb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on
Which might appal the devil.
[that
Lady M. O proper stuff!
This is the very painting of your fear:
This is the air drawn dagger, which, you said,
Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws, and

starts,

(Impostors to true fear.) would well become
A woman's story. at a winters fire,
Authoriz d by her grandam Shame itself!
Why do you make such faces? When all's
You look but on a stool.

done, Macb. Pr'ythee, see there! behold! look! lo! how say you?· too. Why, what care I? If thou canst not, speak If charnel-houses, and our graves, must send Those that we bury, back, our monuments Shall be the maws of kites. Ghost disappears. Lady M hat quite unmann d in folly? Macb..If I stand here, I saw him. Lady Fie, for shame!

Macb 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 per

form'd

Too terrible for the ear: the times have been. That, when the brains were out man would 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 Than such a murder is.

Lady M My worthy lord, Your oble friends do lack you.

Macb. I do forget

[strange

Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends; I have a strange infirinity, 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 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.

*As quick as thought.

4 Sudden gu-ts.

↑ Prolong his suffering. 6 Wonder.

All good wishes to all.

Macb. Avaunt! ana quit my sight! Let the

earth hide thee!

Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with!

Lady M. 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 Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble: Or, be alive again, And dare me to the desert with thy sword; If trembling I inhibit thee, protest me The baby of a girl. Hience, horrible shadow! Ghost disappears. Unreal mockery, hence!-Why, so;-being gone,

I am a man again.-Pray you, sit still. Lady. You have displac'd the mirth,broke the good meeting

With most admir'd disorder.

Macb. Can such things be,

And overcomet 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 hecks,
When mine are blanched with fear,
Rosse. What sights, my lord?

Lady M. pray you, speak not; he grows
worse and worse;

Question enrages him : at once, good night :-
Stand not upon the order of your going,
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: [speak; Stones have been known to move, and trees to Augurs, and understood relations, have By Magot-pies and choughs, and rooks. brought forth night? The secret'st man of blood-What is the Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person,

At our great bidding?

Lady M Did you send to him, Sir?

know,

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 fee'd I will to-morrow, (Betimes I will,) unto the weird sisters: More shall they speak; for now I am bent to [good, By the worst means, the worst: for mine own All causes shall give way; I am in blood Stepped in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er : Which must be acted,ere they may be scann'd Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; Lady M. You lack the season of all natures. 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.

* Forbid.

1 Possess.

An individual

† Pass over.

Exeunt.

Magpies. Examined nicely

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 traffic with Macbeth,
In riddles, and affairs of death:
And I, the mistress of your charms,
The closc contriver of all harms,
Was never call'd to bear my part,
Or show the glory of our art?
And, which is worse, all you have done
Hath been but for a wayward son,
Spiteful, and wrathful: who, as others do,
Loves for his own ends, not for you.
But make amends now: Get you gone,
And at the pit of Acheron,

Meet me i'the morning; thither he
Will come to know his destiny.
Your vessels, and your spells, provide,
Your charms, and every thing beside:
I am for the 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 vapourous drop profound ;*
I'll catch it ere it come to ground:
And that, distill'd by magic slights,
Shall raise such artificial sprights,
As, by the strength of their illusion,
Shall draw him on to his confusion:

He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear:
And you all know, security

Is mortal's chiefest enemy,

Song. [Within.] Come away, come away, &c. Hark, I am call'd; my little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. [Exit. 1 Witch. Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI-Fores.-A Room in the Palace.
Enter LENOx and another LORD.
Len. My former speeches have but hit your
thoughts,

Which can interpret further: only, I say, Things have been strangely borne: The gra[dead:cious Duncan

Was pitied of Macbeth-marry, he was
And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late;
Whom, you may say, if it please you, Fleance
kill'd,

For Fleance filed. Men must not walk too late.
Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous
It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain,
To kill their gracious father? damned fact!
How it did 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, and wisely too; For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive, To hear the men deny it. So that, I say, He has borne all things well: and I do think, That, had he Duncan's sons under his key, (As, an't please heaven, 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 feast, I hear,

I. c. A drop that has deep or bidden qualities,

Macduff lives in disgrace: Sir, can you tell Where he bestows himself?

Lerd. The son of Duncan, From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, Lives in the English court; and is r seiv'd Of the most pious Edward with such grace, That the malevolence of fortune nothing Takes from his high respect: Thither Macduff Is gone to pray the holy king, on his aid To wake Northumberland, and warlike Si

ward:

ACT IV.

[Exeunt

SCENE I-A dork Cave.-In the middle, a Cauldron boiling.

Thunder. Enter the three WITCHES.

1 W. teh. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. 2 Watch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whin'd.

Witch. Harper cries:-Tis time, 'tis time.
1 Witch. Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.-
Toad, that under coldest stone,
Days and nights hath thirty-one
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first 'the charmed pot!

All. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.
2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog.
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

All. Do ble, double toil and trouble:
Fir, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.

3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf;
Witches' mummy; maw, and gulf,
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock, d gg'd i'the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew,
Silver'd in the moon's eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartars lips;

Honours freely bestowed. For exasperated. This word is employed to signify that the animal was hot and sweating with venom, although sleeping under a

cold stone.

The throat.

Ravens.