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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, i'the olden
Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal ;
Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd
Too terrible for the 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 murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools ! This is more strange
Than such a murder is.
Lady. My worthy lord, Your 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 :
(Seyton pours out the Wine, and presents it
to the King. I drink to the 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.
Banquo's Ghost appears.
Avaunt! and 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. 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, then protest me
The baby of a girl.—Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence !— [Exit Ghost.] Why, so;
being gone, I am a man again. Lady. 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 is blanch'd with fear.
Rosse. What sights, my lord?
Lady, I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and
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. A kind good night to all!
[Exeunt all but the King and Queen, 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 maggot pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought
forth The secret'st man of blood. What is the night? Lady. Almost at odds with morning, which is
Macb. How, say'st thou, that Macduff denies his
person, At our great bidding?
Lady. Did you send to him, sir ?
Macb. 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,
(And by times 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
Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
Lady. You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
Macb. Come, we'll to sleep: My strange and self-
Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use :
We are yet but young in deed.
The open Country.
Thunder and Lightning.
Enter the Three Witches, meeting Hecate.
1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate? you look an-
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 close contriver of all harms,
Was never call'd to bear my part,
Or show the glory of our art?
But make amends now: Get
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.
[Exeunt the Three Witches.
Spirits descend in Hecate's Chair.
1 Spir. Hecate, Hecate, Hecate! O, come away!
Hec. Hark! I am call'd ;—my little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and waits for me.
2 Spir. Hecate, Hecate, Hecate! O, come away !
Hec. I come, I come, with all the speed I may.Where's Stadlin?
3 Spir. Here;-
Hec. Where's Puckle?
4 Spir. Here;-
5 Spir. And Hoppo too, and Hellwaine too ;
6 Spir. We want but you, we want but you.
Enter the Chorus of Witches.
Chor. Come away,
make the count.
Hec. With new fall'n dew,
From churchyard yew,
1 will but 'noint, and then I mount.
1 Spir. Why thou stay'st so long, I muse.
Hec. Tell me, Spirit, tell what news ?
2 Spir. All goes fair for our delight.
Hec. Now I'm furnish'd for the flight.
[hecate places herself in her Chair. Now I
and now I fly, Malkin, my sweet spirit, and I. O, what a dainty pleasure's this,
To sail in the air,
While the moon shines fair,
To sing, to toy, to dance and kiss !
Over woods, high rocks, and mountains,
Over seas, our mistress' fountains,
Over steeples, towers, and turrets,
We fly by night 'mongst troops of spirits.
Chor. We fly by night 'mongst troops of spirits.
[hecate and the Spirits ascend, the Witches
A Cave :—in the Middle, a Cauldron boiling.
The Three Witches discovered.
1 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. 2 Witch. Thrice: and once the hedge-pig whin'd. 3 Witch. Harper cries;—'tis time, 'tis time.
1 Witch. Round about the cauldron go ; In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under the cold stone,
Days and nights hast thirty-one;
Swelter'd venom, sleeping got,
Boil thou first i'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;