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A ROOM OP STATE IN THE PALACE.
Enter Banquo and Fleance, a Servant with a torch Macb. Sweet remembrancer! preceding them.
Now, good digestion wait on appetite, 2 Mur. A light, a light!
And health on both! 3 Mur. 'Tis he.
Len. May it please your highness, sit? I Mur. Stand to't.
[The ghost of Banquo rises, and sits in Ban. It will be rain to-night.
Macbeth's place. 1 Mur. Let it come down. [assaults Banquo. Macb. Here had we now our country's honour
Ban. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, oof'd, Thou may'st revenge.
[fly; Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present; [dies; Fleance and Servant escape. Who may I rather challenge for wukindness, 3 Mur. Who did strike out the light?
Than pity for mischance ! 1 Mur. Was't not the way?
Rossc. His absence, sir, 3 Mur. There's but one down; the son is fled. Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your 2 Mur. We have lost best half of our affair. To grace us with your royal company? (highuess 1 Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is Macb. The table's full, done.
[ereunt. Len. Here's a place reserv'd, sir.
Macb. Where? A banquet prepared. Enter Macbeth, Lady Mac- Len. Here, my lord. What is't that moves your
beth, Rosse, Lenox, Lords, and Attendants. Mucb. Which of you have done this? (highness?
Macb. You know your own degrees, sit down; Lords. What, my good lord? And last, the hearty welcome.
Macb. Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake Lords. Thanks to your majesty.
Thy gory locks at me. Macb. Ourself will mingle with society,
Rosse. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well. And play the humble host.
Lady M. Sit, worthy friends:my lord is Our hostess keeps her state; but, in best time,
(seat; We will require ber welcome. [friends; And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep
Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our The fit is momentary: upon a thought For my heart speaks, they are welcome.
He will again be well: If much you note him, Enter first Murderer, to the door.
You shall offend him, and extend his passion; Macb. See, they encounter thee with their hearts' Feed, and regard him not.-—Are you a man?
Macb. Ay, and a bold one, tbat dare look on that Both sides are even. Here I'll sit i'the midst : Which might appal the devil. Be large in mirth; anon, we'll drink a measure Lady M. O proper stuff! The table round. There's blood upon thy face. This is the very painting of your fear: Mur "Till Banquo'gthen
This is the air-drawu dagger, which, you said, Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within. Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts Is he despatch'd?
[him.(Impostors to true fear) would well become Mur. Mylord, his throat îsatzthat I did for Allomas storygata inter’s fire, Macb. ThQgart thebestothequt-throats; yetAuthoriz'd by her grandam. Shame itself! he's good,
Why do you make such faces! When all's done, 'That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it, You look but on a stool. 'Thou art the nonpareil.
Macb. Prythee, sce there! behold! look! lo! Mar. Most royal sir,
how say, you? Fleance is 'scap'd.
(perfect; Why, what care 1? If thou canst nod, speak too.“ Macb. Then camesmyfitagaim: Ihadelse beenIf charnel-houses, andqur gravms, must send Whole as the marble, founded as the rock; Those that we bury, back, our monuments As broad, and general, as the casing air:
Shall be the maws of kites. (ghost disappears. But now, I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd; bound in Lady M. What! quite unmann'd in folly! To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe? Macb. If I stand here, I saw him.
Mur. Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides, Lady M, Fye, for shame! With twenty trenched gashes on his head ;
Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden The least a death to nature,
Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; (time, Macb. Thanks for that:
Ay, and since too, murders have been perform's. There the grown serpent lies; the worm, that's fled, Too terrible for the ear: the times bave been, Hath nature that in time will venom breed, That, when the brains were out, the man woul.! No teeth for the present.--Get thoe gone; to- And there an end; but now, they rise again, (die, morrow
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, We'll hear ourselves again. [exit Murderer. And push us from our stools. This is more strange LadyM. My royal lord,
Than such a murder is! You do not give the cheer; the feast is sold Lady M. My worthy lord, That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis & making, Your noble friends do lack you. 'Tis given with welcome. To feed, were best at Macb. I do forget:home;
Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends; From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony; I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing (aU; Meeting were bare without it.
To those that know me. Come, love and bea'th to
SCENE V. THE HEATH.
Then I'll sit down:-Give me some wine, fill Returning were as tedioris as go o'er: full:
Strange things I have in head, that will to hand I drink to the general joy of the whole table, Which must be acted, cre they may be scann'd. Ghost rises.
Lady M. You lack the season of all natures. And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss; sleep.
(self-abuse Would he were here to all, and him, we thirst. Macb. Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and And all to all.
Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use:Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.
We are yet but young in deed.
[exeunt. Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the carth hide thee!
Thunder. Enter Hecate, meeting the three Witches. Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; 1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate? you look Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
angerly. Which thou dost glare with!
Hec. Have I not reason, beldams, as you are, Lady M. Think of this, good peers,
Saucy, and overbold? How did you dare But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;
To trade and traflic with Macbeth, Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
In riddles and affairs of death;
And I, the mistress of your charms,
And, which is worse, all you have done
Spiteful, and wrathful; who, as others do,
Get you gone,
Meet me i'the morning; thither he
Your charms, and every thing beside:
I am for the air; this night I'll spend
Great business must be wrought ere noon:
I'll catch it ere it come to ground:
And that, distill'd by magic slights, Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse Shall raise such artificial sprights, and worse;
As, by the strength of their illusion, Question enrages him : at once, good night:- Shall draw him on to his confusion: Stand not upon the order of your going,
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and beas But go at once.
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear: Len. Good night, and better health
And you all know, security Attend his majesty!
Is mortals' chiefest enemy. Lady M. A kind good night to all!
Song. [within.] Come away, come away, 8c. [exeunt Lords and Attendants. ' Hark, I am call'd; my little spirit, see, Macb. It will have blood; they say, blood will, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. [erit. have blood:
[speak; 1 Wilch. Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be Stones have been known to move, and trees to back again.
[ereunt. Augurs, and understood relations, have [forth By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought
Enter Lenox and another Lord. The secret'st man of blood. What is the night? Len. My former speeches have but hit your Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, which thoughts, is which
[person, which can interpret further: only, I say, Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his Things have been strangely borne. The gracious Atqur great bidding?
Duncan Lady M. Did you send to him, sir?
Was pitied of Macbcth: marry, he was dead :Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will send : And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late; There's not one of them, but in his house Whom, you may say, if it please you, Fleance killd, I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow
For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late. (Betimes I will,) unto the weird sisters :
Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous Moreghallthey speak; fornowIambent to knoiIt was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain, By the worst means, the worst: for mine own good, To kill their gracious father? Damned fact ! All causes shall give way; I am in blood How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not strnight, Stept in so far, that, should I wade no more, In pious rage, the two delinquents tear,
A ROOM IN THE PALACE,
That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep! To ratify the work,) we may again
That clogs me with this answer.
[time Lord. The son of Duncan,
Len. And that well might
His message ere he come; that a swift blessing
Under a hand accurs'd !
Enter Hecate, and other three Witches.
Hec. O, well done! I commend your pains;
And every one shall share i'the gains.
SONG, Black spirits and white,
Red spirits and grey In the poison'd entrails throw,
Mingle, mingle, mingle Toad, that under coldest stone
You that mingle may. Days and nights has thirty-one
2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs, Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Something wicked this way comes: Boil thou first i'the charmed pot !
Open, locks, whoever knocks. All. Double, double, toil and trouble;
Enter Macbeth. Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.
Macb. How now, you secret, black, and mid2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake,
night, hags? In the cauldron boil and bake:
What is't you do? Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
AU. A deed without a name. Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Macb. I conjure you, by that which you profess, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
(Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me: Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,
Though you untie the winds, and let them fight For a charm of powerful trouble,
Against the churches; though the yesty waves Like a hell-broth, boil and bubble.
Confound and swallow navigation up; (down; All. Double, double, toil and trouble;
Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.
Though castles topple on their warders' heads; 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf; Though palaces, and pyramids, do slope Witches' mummy; maw, and gulf,
Their heads to their foundations; though the treaOf the ravin'd salt-sca shark;
Of nature's germins tumble all together, (sure Root of hemlock, digg'd i'the dark;
Even till destruction sicken;-answer me Liver of blaspheming Jew;
To what I ask you. Gall of goat, and slips of yew,
1 Witch. Speak. Siver'd in the moon's eclipse;
2 Witch. Demand. Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
3 Witch. We'll answer. Finger of birth-strangled babe,
1 Witch. Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
Or from our masters'?
(our mouths, Make the gruel thick and slab:
Macb. Call them, let me see them. Add thereto a tiger's chawdron,
1 Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eateu l'or the ingredients of our cauldron.
Her nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten Al. Double, double, toil and trouble;
From the murderer's gibbet, throw Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.
Into the flame. 2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood,
All. Come, high, or low; Then the charm is firm and good.
Thyself, and office, deftly show
Thunder. An Apparition of an armed head rises. Which shows mo many more; and Rome I see,
That two-fold balls and treble sceptres carty:
Horrible sight!-Ay, now, I see, 'tis true; Hear his specch, but say thou nought. Macduff! For the blood-boiter'd Banquo smiles upon mc,
App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware And points at them for his.-- What, is this so?
[descends. Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?-
(more. And show the best of our delights:
1 Witch. He will not be commanded : here's While you perform your antique round:
(another, That this great king inay kindly say,
(Music; the Witches dance, and vanish. Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.
Macb. Where are they? Gone?—Let this perni. App. Be bloody, bold,
Stand aye accursed in the calendar!— [cious hour
Come in without there!
(descends. Len. What's your grace's will?
Len. No, indeed, my lord.
The galloping of horse: who was't came by?
Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you And wears upon his baby brow the round Macduff is fled to England.
(word, And top of sovereignty?
Macó. Fled to England?
Len. Ay, my good lord.
Unless the deed go with it: from this moment,
heart shall be Shall come against him.
(descends. The firstlings of my hand. And even now, Macb. That will never be.
To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and
But no more sights!- Where are these gentlemen ?
A ROOM IN MAcdurf's castle. Reign in this kingdom ?
Enter Lady Macduff, her Son, and Rosse. All. Seek to know no more.
L. Macd. What had he done, to make him fly thic
L. Macd. He had none;
(hautboys. Our fears do, make us traitors.
All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart! Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear. [babes, Come like shadows, so depart.
L. Macd. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his
The most diminutive of birds, will fight,
[doom? Rosse. My dearest coz',
Bat cruel are the times, when we are traitors, Accounted dangerous folly: why then, alas!
ivf Enter Murderers.
L. Macd. I hope, in no place so unsanctifice, Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward Where such as thou may'st find him. To what they were before. -My pretty cousin, Mur. He's a traitor. Blessing upon you ! :)
Son. Thou ly'st, thou shag-ear'd villain. L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. Mur. What, you egg? [stabbing him.
Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, Young fry of treachery? It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort: Son. He has killed
mother: I take my leave at once. j' [ezit Rosse. Run away, I pray you.
[dice L. Macd. Sirrah, your father's dead; a
[exit Lady Macduff, crying murder. And what will you do now? how will you live?
A ROOM IN THE KING's Son. As.birds do, mother. L. Macd. What, with worms and fies?
Enter Malcolm and Macduff. Son. With what I get, I mean; and so do they. Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade, and L. Macd. Poor bird! thou'dst never fear the net Weep our sad bosoms empty.
[there Thc pit-fall, nor the gin.
1 [nor lime, Macd. Let us rather Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good men, not set for. SA
Bestride our downfall'n birthdom: each new inorn,
As if it felt with Scotland, and yelld out
Mal. What I believe, I'll wail;
L. Macd. Thou speak’st with all thy wit; and As I shall find the time to friend, I will. With wit enough for thee. ! (yet, i'faith, What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance,
Son. Was my father a traitor, mother? This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongue, L. Macd. Ay, that he was.
Was once thought honest: you have lov'd him well; Son. What is a traitor ?
He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young, but L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies.
something Son. And be all traitors, that do so?
You may deserve of him through me; and wisdom L. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor, To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb, and must be banged.
To appease an angry god.
Mal. But Macbeth is. Son. Who must bang them?
A good and virtuous nature may recoil, L. Macd. Why, the honest men.
In an imperial charge. But, crave your pardon ; Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools: That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose: for there are liars and swearers enough to beat Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell: the honest men, and hang up them.
Though all things foul would wear the brows of L. Macd. Now, God help thee, poor monkey! Yet grace must still look so.
(grace, But how wilt thou do for a father?
Macd. I have lost my hopes.
(my doubts. Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him: if Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did find you would not, it were a good sign that I should Why in that rawness left you wife and child, quickly have a new father.
(Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,) L. Macd. Poor prattler! how thou talk'st! Without leave-taking ?-1I pray you, Enter a Messenger.
Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, . Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you But mine own safeties. — You may be rightly just, known,
Whatever I shall think. Though in your state of honour I am perfect. Macd. Bleed, blecd, poor country! 11H I doubt, some danger does approach you nearly: Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, (wrongs If you will take a homely man's advice,
For goodness dares not check thee! wear thou tby Be not found here; hence, with your little ones. Thy title is affeer'd-Fare the well, lord : To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage; I would not be the villain that thou think’st, To do worse to you, were fell cruelty, !! (you! For the whole space that's in the tyrant's gruspy Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve And the rich east to boot. I dare abide no longer. is [exit Messenger. Mal. Be not offended : ? L. Macd, Whither should I fly?
I speak not as in absolute fear of you. I have done no harm. But I remember now I think, our country sinks beneath the yoke; I am in this earthly world; where, to do barm, It weeps, it bleeds; and cach new day a goala Is often laudable; to do good, sometime,
Is added to her wounds: I think, vitlanes