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What sights, my lord ? LADY M. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse
and worse ;
Question enrages him. At once, good night:
Good night; and better health
A kind good night to all ! [Exeunt all but MACBETH and Lady M. Mace. 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 forth The secret'st man of blood. What is the night? 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? 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 betimes I will, to 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 : Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
My strange and
A Heath, Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting HECATE. FIRST Witch. Why, how now, Hecate!
look angerly. Hec. Have I not reason, beldams as you are, Saucy and overbold? How did
han: nn'd s, slee ge a
Your charms and every thing beside.
[Music and a song within : 'Come away,
come away,' etc. Hark! I am call’d; my little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. [Exit. FIRST WITCH. Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again.
Forres. The palace.
Enter LENNOX and another Lord.
And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late;
find What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. But, peace! for from broad words and 'cause he
The son of Duncan,
his aid To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward :
That, by the help of these—with Him above
Sent he to Macduff?
And that well might Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel Fly to the court of England and unfold His message ere he come, that a swift blessing May soon return to this our suffering country Under a hand accursed !
LORD. I'll send my prayers with him. [Exeunt.
ACT THE FOURTH.
In the middle, a boiling cauldron.