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A little water clears us of this deed :
What's the matter? How easy is it then ! Your constancy (knocking
Macd. Confusion now hath made his master-piece ! Hath left you unattended.--[Knocking.Hark! more Most sacrilegious murder bath broke ope Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us, The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence And show us to be watchers: Be pot lost
The life o'the building. So poorly in your thoughts.
What is't yon say I the life! Macb. To know my deed,—twere best not know Len. Mean you his majesty!
Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would thoa With a new Gorgon :-Do not bid me speak; couldst!
[Exeunt. See, and then speak yourselves. Awake! awake!
(Exeunt Macbeth and Lenor. SCENE III. The same.
Ring the alarum-bell :-Murder ! and treason ! Enter a Porter. Knocking within. Banquo, and Donalbain! Malcolm ! awake! Porter. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man were Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, porter of hell-gate, he should have old turping the And look on death itself !-up,
up, and see key. (Knocking. Knock, knock, knock: Who's The great doom's image _Malcolm! Banquo ! there, i'the name of Belzebub ? Here's a farmer, tbat As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprights,
[Bell rings. hanged himself on the expectation of plenty: Come To countenance this horror! in time; have napkins enough about you : here you'll
Enter Lady Macbeth. sweat for't. [Knocking.) Knock, knock : Who's
What's the business, there, i'the other devil's name? Faith, here's an That such a hideons trumpet calls to parley equivocator, that could swear in both the scales The sleepers of the house speak, speak, against either scale; who committed treason enough
Macd. for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to Heaven: 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak :
o, gentle lady, o, come in, equivocator. ( Knocking.) Knock, knock; The repetition, in a woman's ear, knock : Who's there! 'Faith here's an English tailor Would murder as it fell. - Banquo ! Banqao! come hither, for stealing out of a French hose: Come in, tailor; here you may roast your goose. [Knock
Enter Banquo. ing.) Knock, knock: Never at quiet! What are Our royal master's murder'd! you?- But this place is too cold for bell. I'll devil Lady M
Woe, alas! porter it no further : I had thought to have let in What, in our house? some of all professions, that go the primrose way to
Too crael, any where, the everlasting bonfire. [Knocking.] Anon, anon; 1 Dear Duff, ! pr’ythee, contradict thyself, pray you, remember the porter. [Opens the Gate. And say, it is not so. Enter Macduff and Lenox.
Re-enter Macbeth and Lenox. Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,
Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance That you do lie so late !
I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant, Porter. 'Faith, sir, we were carousing till the There's nothing serious in mortality : second cock : and drink, sir, is a great provoker of All is but toys renown, and grace, is dead; three things.
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Enter Malcolm and Donalbain.
Don. What is amiss ? vokes the desire, but it takes away the performance : Macb.
You are, and do not know it; Therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivo- The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood cator with lechery : it makes him, and it mars
him; Is stopp'd ; the very source of it is stopp'd. it sets him on, and it takes him off; it persuades
Macd. Your royal father's murder'd. him, and disheartens him ; makes him stand to, and
O, by whom ! not stand to : in conclusion, equivocates him in a Their hands and faces were all badg'd with bloos,
Len. Those of his chamber,as it seem'd, had done't: sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him. Macd. I believe, drink gave thee the
lie last night. So were their daggers, whicb, unwip'd, we found Port. That it did, sir, i'the very throat o'me: But upon their pillows : I requited him for his lie; and,'I think, being too They star'd, and were distracted; no man's life
Was to be trusted with them. strong for him, though he took up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him.
Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury, Macd. Is thy master stirring 1
That I did kill them. Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes.
Wherefore did you so!
Macb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temperate, and Enter Macbeth,
Loyal and neutral, in a moment I No man : [furious, Len. Good-morrow, noble sir !
The expedition of my violent love Macb.
Good-morrow, both! Out-ran the pauser reason.-Here lay Duncan, Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane ! His siver skin lac'd with his golden blood; Macb.
Not yet. And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature, Macd. He did command me to call timely on him; Por ruin's
wasteful entrance: there the murderers, I have almost slipp'd the hour.
Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers Macb.
I'll bring you to him. Unmannerly breech'd with gore: Who could refrain, Macd. I know, this is a joyful trouble to you; That had a heart to love, and in that heart But yet, 'tis one.
Courage, to make his love known ! Macb. The labour we delight in, physics pain.
Help me hence, ho ! This is the door.
Macd. Look to the lady.
Why do we hold our tongues, For 'tis my limited service.
[Exit. That most may claim this argument for ours ! Len. Goes the king
Don. What should be spoken here, From hence to-day?
Where our fate, hid within an augre-hole, Macb.
He does :-he did appoint it so. May rush, and seize us ? Let's away; our tears Len. The night has been unruly : Where we lay, Are not yet brewid. Our chimneys were blown down i and, as they say, Mal.
Nor our strong sorrow on Lamentings heard i'the air ; strange screams of death; The foot of motion. And prophesying, with accents terrible,
Look to the lady
[Lady Macbeth is carried out.
And when we have our naked frailties hid,
And question this most bloody piece of work,
'Twas a rough night. To know it further. Fears and scruples shake as : Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel In the great hand of God I stand ; and, thence, A fellow to it.
Against the undivulg'd pretence I'fight
of treasonous malice. Macd. O horror! horror! horror! Tongue, nor Macb.
And so do I. Cannot conceive, nor Dame thee! [heart, AU.
Macb. Let's briefly pat on manly readiness, May they not be my oracles as well, And meet i'the hall together.
And set me up in hope! But, hush; no more. Well contented. Senet sounded. Enter Macbeth, as King; Lady (Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain. Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort with
Macbeth, as Queen; Lenox, Rosse, Lords, La
dies, and Attendants. To show an unfelt sorrow, is an office [them: Which the false man does easy : l'il to England.
Macb. Here's our chief gnest. Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune
If he had been forgotten, Shall keep us both the safer : where we are,
It had been as a gap in our great feast,
And all things unbecoming.
Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir,
Ban. Hath not yet lighted ; and our safest way
Let your highness Is, to avoid the aim.' Therefore, to horse ;
Command upon me ; to the which, my duties
Are with a most indissoluble tie
For ever knit.
Macb. Ride you this afternoon?
Ay, my good lord.
Macb. We should have else desir'd your good advice SCENE IV. Without the Castle.
(Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,) Enter Rosse and an old Man.
In this day's cogucil; but we'll take to-morrow. Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember well :
Is't far you ride? Within the volume of which time, I have seen
Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time Hours dreadful, and things strange ; but this sore I must become a borrower of the night,
"Twixt this and supper : go not my horse the better, Hath trifled former knowings.
[night for a dark hour or twain. Rosse.
Ah, good father,
Fail not our feest.
Ban. My lord, I will not.
Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow's
In England, and in Ireland ; not confessing
Their cruel parricide, tilling their hearers
With strange invention : But of that to-morrow; When living light should kiss it! Old M.
When, there witbal, we shall have cause of state, Eren like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last,
Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse : Adieu, A falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place,
Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with yon?
Ban. Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon us. Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at, and kill'a. Rosse. And Duncan's horses (a thing most strange
Macb. I wish your horses swift, and sure of foot, and certain),
And so I do commend you to their backs. Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
[Exit Banquo. Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
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. Rosse. They did so ; to the amazement of mine eyes, Sirrah, a word : Attend those men our pleasure !
[Exeunt Lady Macbeth, Lords, Ladies, &c That look'd upon't. Kere comes the good Macduff:
Atten. They are, my lord, without the palace gate. Enter Macduff.
Macb. Bring them before us.- Exit Alten. To How goes the world, sir, now?
be thus, is nothing : Macd.
Why, see yon not? But to be safely thas :-Our fears in Banquo kosse. Js't know who did this more than bloods Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature
[dares ; Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain (deed Reigns that, which would be fear'd: "Tis much he Rosse.
Alas, the day!
And, to that dauntless temper of his mind, What good could they pretend !
He hath a wisdom that doth guide bis valour Mad.
They were suboru'd : To act in safety. There is none, but he, Malcolm, and Donalbain, the king's two sons, Whose being I do fear : and, under him, Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them
My genius is rebuk'd; as, it is said, Suspicion of the deed.
Mark Antony's was by Cæsar. He chid the sisters, Rosse. 'Gainst nature still :
When first they put the name of king upon ine, Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up
And bade them speak to him; then, prophet-like, Thine own life's means !-Then 'tis most like,
They hail'd him father to a line of kings : The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, Macd. He is already nam'd ; and gone to Scone,
And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, To be invested.
Thence to be wrench'd with an uulineal hand, Rosse. Where is Duncan's body!
No son of mine succeeding. If it be so, Macd. Carried to Colunes-kill;
For Banquo's issue have I' fil'd my mind : The sacred store house of his predecessors,
For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd ; And guardian of their bones.
Put rancours in the vessel of my peace Rosse.
Will you to Scone ? Oply for them; and mine eternal jewel Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fire.
Given to the common enemy of man, Rosse.
Well, I will thither. To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings! Vacd. Well, may you see things well done there ;
-Rather than so, come, fate, into the list,
And champion me to the atterance! Who'stberel Leat our old robes sit easier than our new!
Re-enter Attendant, with treo Murderers. Rosse. Father, farewell.
Now to the door, and stay there till we call. [Exit At.
1 Mur. Il was, so please your highness.
Well then, now
That it was he, in the times past, which held you ACT II.
So under fortune ; which, you thought, had been SCENE I. Fores. A Room in the Palace. Our innocent self': tbis I made good to you
In our last conference ; pass'd in probation with yon, Enter Banquo.
How you were borne in hand; how cross'd; the inBan. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
[might, As the weird women promis'd; and, I fear, Who wrought with them; and all things else, that Thou play'dst most foully for't : yet it was said, To half a soul, and a notiou craz'ı, It should not stand in thy posterity;
Say, Thus did Banquo. But that myself should be the root, and father
You made it known to us. Of many kings. If there come truth from them, Macb. I did so ; and went further, which is now (As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine,) Our point of second meeting. Do you find Why, by the verities on thee made good,
Your patience so predominant in your nature,
That you can let this go? Are you so gospellid, Whou we, to gain our place, lave sent to peace, To pray for that good man, and for his issue,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave,
In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; And beggar'd yours for ever?
After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well; 1 Mur
We are men, my liege. Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Mach. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men
Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing
Gentle, my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks ;
Be bright and jovial, 'mong your guests to-night. The house-keeper, the lanter, every one
Macb. So shall 1, love ; and so, I pray, be you: According to the gift which bounteous nature Let your remembrance apply to Banquo; Hath in him clos'd; whereby be does receive Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue : Particular addition, from the bill
Unsafe the while, that we That writes them all alike: and so of men.
Must lave our honours in these flattering streams; Now, if you have a station in the file,
And niake our faces vizards to our hearts,
You must leave this. Whose execution takes your enemy off ;
Macb. 0, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Grapples you to the heart and love of us,
'Thou know'st, that Banquo, and his Fleance, live. Who wear our health but sickly in his life,
Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not eterne. Which in his death were perfect.
Macb. There's comfort yet; they are assailable; 2 Mur.
I ain one, my liege, Tben be thou jocund: Ere the bat hath flown Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world His cloister's flight; ere, to black Hecate's summons, Have so incens'd, that I am reekless what
The shard-borne beetle, with his drowsy homs, I do, to spite the world.
Hatb rang night's yawning peal, there shall be done 1 Mur. And I another,
A deed of dreadful note. So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,
What's to be done? That I would set my life on any chance,
Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge,dearest chuck, To mend it, or be rid on't.
Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Macb. Both of you
Skarf ap the tender eye of pitiful day; Know, Banquo was your enemy.
And, with thy bloody and invisible hand, 2 Mur.
True, my lord. Cancel, and tear to pieces, that great bond Macb. So is he mine: and in such bloody distance, which keeps me pale!-Light thickens; and the crow That every minute of his being thrusts
Makes wing to the rooky wood : Against niy near'st of life: And thongh I could Good things of day begin to dreop and drose : With barefac'd power sweep him from my sight, Whiles night's black agents to their prey do rouse. And bid my will avouch it; yet I must not, Thou marvellist at my words ; but hold thee stiil; Por certain friends that are both his and mine, Things, bad begun, make strong themselves by ill: Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall So, pr’ythee, go with me.
(Exeunt. Whom I myself struck down and thence it is, That I to your assistance do make love;
SCENE III. The same. A Park or Laron, with a Masking the basiness from the common eye,
Gate leading to the Palace, For sundry weighty reasons.
Enter three Murderers. 2 Mur. We shall, my lord,
1 Mur. But who did bid thee join with us! Perform what you command us.
3 Mr. 1 Mur. 'Though our lives
Macbeth. Macb. Your spirits shine through you. Within
2 Mur. He needs not our mistrust; since he delivers
Our offices, and what we have to do,
To the direction just.
Then stand with us.
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day: And something from the palace ; always thought
Now spurs the lated traveller apace, That I require a clearness : And with him,
To gain the timely inn; and near approaches (To leave no rubs, nor botches, in the work)
The subject of our watch. Fleance his son, that keeps him company,
Hark! I hear horses.
Ban. [Within.) Give us a light there, ho ! Whose absence is no less material to me
2 Mur. Than is bis father's, must embrace the fate
Then it is he; the rest of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart;
That are within the note of expectation, I'll come to you anon.
Already are i'the court,
1 Mur. 2 Mur. We are resolv'd, my lord.
His horses go about.
3 Mur. Almost a mile : but he does usually, Macb. I'll call upon you straight; abide within. It is concluded :-Banqao, thy soul's flight,
So all men do, from hence to the palace gate
Enter Banquo and Fleance, a Servant with a Torck
preceding them Enter Lady Macbeth, and a Servant.
A light, a light! Lady M Is Banquo gone from court!
"Tis he. Serv. Ay, madam, but returns again to-night. 1 Mur. Stand to't,
Lady M. Say to the king, I would attend his leisure Ban. It will be rain to-night. For a few words.
Let it come down. Serv. Madam, I will. [Exit.
(Assaults Banquo. Lady M
Nought's had, all's spent, Ban. O, treachery ! Fly, good Fleance, tly, Ay, fly; Where our desire is got without content:
Thou mayst revenge. O slave! "Tis safer to be that which we destroy,
[ Dies. Fleance and Servant escape. Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy.
3 Mur. Who did strike out the light! Enter Macbeth.
Was't not the way!
3 Mur. There's but one down ; tbe son is fled. How now, my lord ! why do you keep alone, Of sorriest fancies your companions making!
2 Mur. We have lost best half of our aflair. Using those thoughts, which should indeed have died 1 Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is done. With them they think on? Things without remedy,
[Ereunt. Should be without regard : what's done, is done. SCENE IV. A Room of State in the Palace,
Macb. We have scotch'd the spake, not kill'a it;
beth, Rosse, Lenox, Lords, and Attendants. But let
Wacb. You know your own degrees, sit down : at The frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, And last, the hearty welcome.
[first Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep
Thanks to your majesty. In the aMiction of these terrible dreams,
Macb. Ourself will mingle with society, That shake us nightly: Better be with the dead, And play the humble host.
Our hostess keeps her state ; but, in best time,
Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden We will require her welcome.
Ere human statate parg'd the gentle weal; Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd For my heart speaks, they are welcome.
Too terrible for the ear: the times have been,
That, when the brains were out, the man would die, Enter first Murderer, to the Door.
And there an end; but now, they rise again, Macb. See, they encounter thee with their hearts' With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools : This is more strange Both sides are even : Here I'll sit i'the midst : Than such a murder is. Be large in mirth; anon, we'll drink a measure
My worthy lord, The table round.-There's blood upon thy face.
Your noble friends do lack you. Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.
I do forget :Macb. 'f'is better thee without, than he within. Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends; Is he despatch'd !
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing (all, Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him. To those that know me. Come, love and health to Macb. Faou art the best o'the cat-throats: Yet Then I'll sit down :--Give me some wine, fill full:
I drink to the general joy of the whole table, That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,
Ghost rises. Thou art the nonpareil.
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss ; Mur. Most royal sir,
Would he were here ! to all, and him, we thirst, Fleance is 'scaped.
(perfect: And all to all. Macb. Then comes my fit again : I had else been Lords. Our duties, and the pledge. Whole as the marble, founded as the rock ;
Macb. Avaunt ! and quit my sight! Let the earth As broad, and general, as the casing air:
hide thee! But now, I am cabin'd, cribb'd, contin'd, bound in
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Which thou dost glare with!
Think of this, good peers, The least a death to nature.
But as a thing of custom : 'tis no other; Macb.
Thanks for that:-- Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. There the grown serpent lies: the worm, that's tled, Macb. "What man dare, I dare : Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, No teeth for the present.-Get thee gone; to-morrow The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, We'll hear, ourselves again. [Exit Murderer.
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Lady M
My royal lord,
Shall never tremble : Or, be alive again,
And dare me to the desert with thy sword;
(Ghost disappears. Meeting were bare witbout it.
Unreal mockery, hence !--Why, so ; --- being gone, Macb.
Sweet remembrancer ! I am a man again.--Pray you, sit still. Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
La ly M. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the And health on both !
With inost admir'd disorder.
(good meeting, Len. May it please your highness sit!
Can such things be, [The Ghost of Banquo rises, and sits in And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Macbeth's Place.
Without our special wonder! You make me strange Macb. Here had we now our country's honour Even to the disposition that I owe, roof'd,
When now I think you can behold sach sights, Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present ; And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, Who may I rather challenge for unkindness,
When mine are blanch'd with fear. Than pity for mischance !
What sights, my lord? Rosse. His absence, sir,
Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your highness
and worse ; To grace ns with your royal company!
Question enrages hím : at once, good night:Macb. The table's fall.
Stand not upon the order of your going, Len.
Here's a place reserv'd, sir. But go at once. Macb. Where !
Good night, and better health Len.
Here, my lord. What is't that Attend his majesty! moves your highness?
A kind good night to all ? Macb. Which of yoa bave done this?
(Exeunt Lords an! Attendants. Lords. What, my good lord ?
Macb. It will bave blood; they say, blood will have Ma b. Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake
blood : Thy gory locks at me.
Stones bave been known to move, and trees to speak; Rosse Gentlemen, rise; bis big bness is not well.
Augurs, and understood relations, have Lady M. Sit, worthy friends : -my lord is often By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth thus,
The secret'st man of blood.- What is the night? And hath been from his youth : 'pray you, keep seat; Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, which is The fit is momentary; upon a thought
(person, He will again be well : if much yoa note him, Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his You shall offend hiin, and extend his passion ;
At our great bidding? Feed, and regard bin not. Are you a inan!
Did you send to him, sir ! Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will send : Which might appal the devil.
There's not a one of them, but in his house Lady M.
O proper stuff!
I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow This is the very painting of your fear:
(Betimes I will,) unto the weird sisters : This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said, More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws, and starts
By the worst means, the worst: for mine own good, (Impostors to true fear,) would well become
All causes shall give way: I am in blood A woman's story, at a winter's fire,
Stept in so far, that, should I wade no more, Authoriz'd by her graadam. Slame itself!
Returning were us tedious as go o'er : Why do you make such faces! W ben all's done,
Strange things I bave in head, that will to hand; You look bilt on a stool.
Which must be acted, ere they may be scaun'd. Maob. Pr'ythee, see there! behold I look! lo ! how
Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
Macb. Come, we'll to sleep: My strange and seltWby, wbat care I ? If thou canst nod, speak too,
Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use : (abuse If charnel-houses, and our graves, muust send
We are yet but young in deed.
(Exeunt. Those that we bury, back, our monuments Shall be the maws of kites. [Ghost disappears.
SCENE V. The Heath.
Thunder. Enter Hecate, meeting the three Witches. fie, for shame! 1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate! you look angerly.
Lady M. Lady M.
Hec. Have I not reason, beldams, as you are, His message ere he come ; that a swift blessing Saucy, and overbold ? How did you dare
May soon return to this our suffering country To trade and traffic with Macbeth,
Under a hand accursed ! In riddles and affairs of death;
My prayers with him! And I, the mistress of your charms,
(Exeunt. The close contriver of all harms, Was never call'd to bear my part, Or show the glory of our art !
ACT IV. And, which is worse, all you have done
SCENE I. A dark Cave. In the middle a CaulHath been but for a wayward son,
dron boiling Spiteful, and wrathful; who, as others do, Loves for his own ends, not for you.
Thunder. Enter three Witches. But make amends now: Get you gone,
1 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath me'd. And at the pit of Acheron,
2 Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whin'd. Meet me i'the morning; thither he
3 Witch. Harper cries:--Tis time, 'tis time. Will come to know his destiny.
1 Witch. Round about the cauldrop go; Your vessels, and your spells, provide,
In the poison's entrails throw. Your charms, and everything beside :
Toad, that under coldest stone, I am for the air ; this night I'll spend
Days and nights hast thirty-one Unto a dismal, fatal end.
Swelter'd venom sleeping got, Great business must be wrought ere noon :
Boil thou first i'the charmed pot! Upon the corner of the moon
All, Double, double toil and trouble ; There hangs a vaporous drop profound ;
Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble. I'll catch it ere it come to ground:
2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, And that, distill'a by magic slights,
In the cauldron boil and bake : Shall raise such artificial sprights,
Eye of newt, and toe of frog, As, by the strength of their illusion,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Shall draw him on to his confusion :
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, He sball spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear:
For a charm of powerful trouble, And you all know, security
Like a hell-broth buil and bubble. Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
All. Double, double toil and trouble ; Song. ( Within.] Come aroay, come away, &c. Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble. Hark, I am call'; my little spirit, see,
3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf; Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.
(Exit. Witches' mummy; maw, and gulf, 1 Witch. Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be of the ravin'd salt-sea shark; back again.
[Eweunt. Root of hemlock, diggd i'the dark ;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
Add thereio a tiger's chaudron,
2 Witch Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Enter Hecate, and the other three Witches, To kill their gracious father! damned fact ! How it did grieve Macbeth ! did he pot straight,
Hec. 0, well done! I commend your pains; In pious rage, the two delinquents tear,
Aod every one shall sbare i'the gains. That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep?
And now about the cauldron sing, Was not that nobly done! Ay, and wisely too;
Like elves and fairies in a ring, For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive,
Enchanting all that you put in.
Black spirits and white,
Reil spirits and grey; (As, an't please heaven, he shall not, they should find What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance.
Mingle, mingle, mingle,
You that mingle may.
2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs, Macduff lives in disgrace : Sir, can you tell
Something wicked this way comes: Where he bestows himself?
Open, locks, whoever knocks. Lord.
The son of Duncan, From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth,
Enter Macbeth. Lives in the English court; and is received
Macb. How now, you secret, black, and midnight of the most pious Edward with such grace, What is't you do?
[hags? That the malevolence of fortune nothing
A deed without a name. Takes from his high respect: Thither Macduff Macb. I conjure you, by that which you profess, Is gone to pray the holy king, on his aid
(Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me : To wake Northumberland, and warlike Siward : Though you untie the winds, and let them fight That by the help of these (with Him above
Against the churches; though the yesty waves To ratify the work,) we may again
Confound and swallow navigation up; Give to our table meat, sleep to our nights ;
Though bladed corn be lodg'a, and trees blown dows; Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives; Though castles topple on their warders' heads : Do faithful homage, and receive free honours, Though palaces, and pyramids, do slope All which we pine for now : Aud this report Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure Hath so exasperate the king, that he
of nature's germins tomble all together, Prepares for some attempt of war.
Even till destruction sicken, answer me
Sent he to Macduff? To what I ask you. Lord. He did : and with an absolute, Sir, not I, 1 Witch.
Speak. The cloudy messenger turns me his back,
Demand. And homs; as who should say, You'll rue the time 3 Witch.
We'll answer. That clogs me with this answer..
1 Witch. Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our Len. And that well might Or from our masters'?
(mouths, Ad vise him to a caution, to hold wbat distance
Call tbem, let me see them. His wisdom can provide. Some Loly angel
1 Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten Fly to the court of England, and unfold
Per nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten