died With them they think on? Things without remedy, Should be without regard: what's done, is done. The frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In restless ecstacy. Duncan is in his grave; Lady M. Come on; Must lave our honours in these flattering streams; And make our faces vizards to our hearts, Disguising what they are. Lady M. You must leave this. Macb. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou know'st, that Banquo, and his Fleance, live. Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not Which keeps me pale !-Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; SCENE III.-The same. A park or lawn, with a gate leading to the palace. Enter three Murderers. 1 Mur. But who did bid thee join with us? 3 Mur. Macbeth. 2 Mur. He needs not our mistrust; since he delivers Our offices, and what we have to do, 1 Mur. Then stand with us. The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day: 3 Mur. Hark! I hear horses. Ban. [Within. Give us a light there, ho! 1 Mur. His horses go about. 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 Servant with a torch preceding them. 2 Mur. A light, a light! 3 Mur. 'Tis he. 1 Mur. Stand to't. Ban. It will be rain to-night. 1 Mur. Let it come down. [Assaults Banquo. Ban. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly; Thou may'st revenge.-O slave! [Dies. Fleance and Servant escape. 3 Mur. There's but one down; the son is fled. SCENE IV.-A room of state in the palace. A banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, Lady MACBETH, ROSSE, LENOX, Lords, and Attendants. Mach. You know your own degrees, sit down; at first And last, the hearty welcome. Lords. Thanks to your majesty. And play the humble host. Our hostess keeps her state; but, in best time, We will require her welcome. Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends: For my heart speaks, they are welcome. Enter first Murderer, to the door. Mach. See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks : 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. Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then. Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within. Is he despatch'd? Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him. Macb. Thou art the best o'the cut-throats: 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; With twenty trenched gashes on his head; Mach. Thanks for that: There the grown serpent lies; the worm, that's fled, Hath nature, that in time will venom breed, No teeth for the present.-Get thee gone; to morrow We'll hear, ourselves again. [Exit Murderer. Lady M. My royal lord, You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold, That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a making, 'Tis given with welcome: To feed, were best at home; From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony; Meeting were bare without it. Mach. Sweet remembrancer!Now, good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both! Len. May it please your highness sit? The ghost of Banquo rises, aud sits in Mach. Here had we now our country's honour roof'd, Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present; Who may I rather challenge for unkindness, Than pity for mischance! Rosse. His absence, sir, Lays blame upon his promise. highness Please it To grace us with your royal company? Macb. The table's full. your Thy gory locks at me. Rosse. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well. Lady M. Sit, worthy friends :-my lord is often thus, And hath been from his youth: 'pray you, keep seat; The fit is momentary; upon a thought Mach. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appal the devil. Lady M. O proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear: 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 Mach. Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; 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. Mach. 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 M. Think of this, good peers, But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other; Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. Mach. 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. Hence, horrible shadow! [Ghost disappears. Unreal mockery, hence!-Why, so:-being gone, I am a man again.-Pray you, sit still. 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 know, By the worst means, the worst: for mine own good, All causes shall give way; I am in blood Macb. Come, we'll to sleep: My strange and Thunder. Enter HECATE, meeting the three 1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate? you look Hec. Have I not reason, beldams, as you are, Lady M. You have displac'd the mirth, broke Saucy, and overbold? How did you dare 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, Rosse. What sights, my lord? Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows Question enrages him: at once, good night :- Len. Good night, and better health 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 forth The secret'st man of blood.-What is the night? Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, which is which. Mach. 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: To trade and traffic with Macbeth, Meet me i'the morning; thither he Is mortals' 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 gracious Duncan Was pitied of Macbeth :-marry, he was dead:- For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late. Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too; 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, Macduff lives in disgrace: Sir, can you tell Lord. The son of Duncan, From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, Len. Sent he to Macduff? Lord. He did: and with an absolute, Sir, not I, The cloudy messenger turns me his back, And hums; as who should say, You'll rue the time, That clogs me with this answer. Len. 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 accurs'd! Lord. My prayers with him! ACT IV. SCENE I.-A dark cave. In the middle, a cauldron boiling. Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 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 coldest 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: 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. [Exeunt. All. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire, 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, digg'd i'the dark; Liver of blaspheming Jew; Gall of goat, and slips of yew, Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse; Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips; Finger of birth-strangled babe, Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab: Add thereto a tiger's chawdron, For the ingredients of our cauldron. All. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble. 2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good. Enter HECATE, and the other three Witches. Hec. O, well done! I commend your pains; And every one shall share i'the gains. And now about the cauldron sing, SONG. Black spirits and white, You that mingle may. 2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes:Open, locks, whoever knocks. Enter MACBeth. Mach. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags? What is't you do? All. A deed without a name. Mach. I conjure you, by that which you (Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me: Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown Though castles topple on their warders' heads; treasure Of nature's germins tumble all together, 1 Witch. Speak. 2 Witch. Demand. 3 Witch. We'll answer. Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises. And resolute; laugh to scorn the power of man, Mach. Then live, Macduff: What need I fear But yet I'll make assurance double sure, That rises like the issue of a king ; All. Listen, but speak not. App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are: Macb. That will never be ; Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood 1 Witch. Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from Reign in this kingdom? Or from our masters'. Mach. Call them, let me see them. 1 Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten Her nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten From the murderer's gibbet, throw Into the flame. All. Come high, or low; Thyself, and office, deftly show. Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head rises. Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power,- Beware the thane of Fife.-Dismiss me:- Thou hast harp'd my fear aright:-But one 1 Witch. He will not be commanded: Here's another, More potent than the first. All. Seek to know no more. Mach. I will be satisfied: deny me this, this? 1 Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show! 3 Witch. Show! All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like shadows, so depart. Eight Kings appear, and pass over the stage in order; the last with a glass in his hand; BANquo following. Mach. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; down! Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls:-And thy Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first :- What! will the line stretch out to the crack of Another yet?-A seventh ?-I'll see no more :→→→ |