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Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within. Macb. Pry'thee, see there ! behold! look! lo!Is he despatch'd ?


how say you ? Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too. Macb. Thou art the best o'the cut throats: yet If charnel-houses, and our graves, must send he's good,

Those that we bury back, our monuments That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it, Shall be the maws of kites. (Ghost disappears. Thou art the nonpareil.

Lady M. What! quite unmann'd in folly? Mur. Most royal

Macb. If I stand here, I saw him.
Fleance is 'scap’d.

Lady M.

Fye, for shame! Macb. Then comes my fit again: I had else been Macb. Blood hath been shed, ere now, i'the olden Whole as the marble, founded as the rock;

time, As broad, and general, as the casing air:

Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound in Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe ? Too terrible for the ear: the times have been,

Mur. Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, With twenty trenched gashes on his head;

And there an end: but now, they rise again, The least a death to nature.

With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, Macb.

Thanks for that: And push us from our stools. This is more strange There the grown serpent lies; the worm, that's fled, Than such a murder is. Hath nature that in time will venom breed,

Lady M.

My worthy lord,
No teeth for the present.-Get thee gone; to-morrow Your noble friends do lack you.
We'll hear, ourselves again. [Exit Murderer. Macb.

I do forget :Lady M.

My royal lord, Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends; You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold, I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing (all; That is not often vouch’d, while 'tis a making, To those that know me. Come, love and health to 'Tis given with welcome: To feed, were best at Then I'll sit down :-Give me some wine, fill full :

I drink to the general joy of the whole table,
From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony,

Ghost rises.
Meeting were bare without it.

Sweet remembrancer!— And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss ; Now, good digestion wait on appetite,

Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,

And all to all.
And health on both !


Our duties, and the pledge.
May it please your highness sit ?
| The Ghost of BANQUO rises, and sits in

Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the
MACBETH's place.

earth hide thee! Macb. Here had we now our country's honour Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ;

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes roof'd, Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present;

Which thou dost glare with! Who may I rather challenge for unkindness

Lady M.

Think of this, good peers, Than pity for mischance !

But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other; Rosie.

His absence, sir,

Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. Lays blame upon his promise.

Please it your

Macb. What man dare, I dare : highness

Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, To grace us with your royal company?

The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, Macb. The table's full.

Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves

Shall never tremble: or, be alive again,
Len. Here's a place reserv’d, sir.

And dare me to the desert with thy sword;
Macb. Where?
Here, my lord. What is't that

If trembling I inhibit thee, protest mo
moves your highness ?

The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow !

(Ghost disappears. Macb Which of you have done this ? Lords,

What, my good lord ?

Unreal mockery, hence !-Why, so;-being gone, Macb. Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake

I am a man again.-Pray you, sit still. Thy gory locks at me.

Lady M. You have displac'd the mirth, broke

the good meeting, Rosse. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well.

With most admir'd disorder. Lady M. Sit, worthy friends :-my lord is often


Can such things be, thus, And hath been from his youth : 'pray you, keep seat; Without our special wonder? You make me strange,

And overcome as like a summer's cloud,
The fit is momentary; upon a thought

Even to the disposition that I owe,
He will again be well; if much you note him,
You shall offend him, and extend his passion;

When now I think you can behold such sights, Feed, and regard him not.-Are you a man ?

And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that When mine are blanch'd with fear.


What sights, my lord ? Which might appal the devil.

O proper stuff!

Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse This is the very painting of your fear : This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said,

Question enrages him: at once, good night:

Stand not upon the order of your going, Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws, and starts,

But go at once. (Impostors to true fear) would well become

Len. A woman's story, at a winter's fire,

Good night, and better health

Attend his majesty :
Authoriz'd by her grandam. Shame itself!
Why do you make such faces ? When all's done,

Lady M.

A kind good night to all

Exeunt Lords and Attendants. You look but on a stool.

Lady M.

and worse;

Macb. It will have blood; they say, blood will SCENE VI.-Fores. A Room in the Palace. have blood :


Enter LENOX, and another Lord. Stones have been known to move, and trees to

(forth Augurs, and understood relations, have

Len. My former speeches have but hit your

thoughts, Byomagot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought which can interpret further: only, I say, Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, which is Things have been strangely borne : the gracious

Duncan which.

[person, Macb. How say’st thou, that Macduff denies his Was pitied of Macbeth :-marry, he was dead :

And the right-valiant Banquo walked too late ; At our great bidding ?

Lady M.
Did you send to him, sir ?

you may say, if it please you, Fleance kill'd,

For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late Macó. I hear it by the way; but I will send :

Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous There's not, a one of them, but in his house

It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain, Ieep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow (Betimes I will), unto the weird sisters :

To kill their gracious father ?- damned fact ! More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, How it did grieve Macbeth —did he not straight, By the worst means, the worst: for mine own good, that were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep : All causes shall give way; I am in blood

Was not that nobly done ? Ay, and wisely too; Stept in so far, that, should I wade no more,

For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive, Retur ing were as tedious as go o’er:

To hear the men deny it

So that, I say, Strang things I have in head, that will to hand;

He has borne all things well: and I do think, Which must be acted, ere they may be scann'd.

That, had he Duncan's sons under his key, [find Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, - (As, 'an't please heaven, he shall not,) they shuuid

sleep Macb. Come, we'll to sleep: my strange and self What 'twere to kill a father ;-so should Fleance. Is the nitiate fear, that wants hard use :

But, peace !—for from broad words, and 'cause be

fail'd We are yet but young in deed.


His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear,

Macduff lives in disgrace. Sir, can you tell
SCENE V.-The Heath. Thunder.

Where he bestows himself?

The son of Duncan, Enter Hecate, meeting the three Witches.

From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, 1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate ? you look an- | Lives in the English court; and is receiv'd gerly,

Of the most pious Edward with such grace, Hec Have I not reason, beldams as you are, That the malevolence of fortune nothing Saucy, and over-bold? How did you dare Takes from his high respect: Thither Macduff To trade and traffic with Macbeth,

Is gone to pray the holy king, on his aid In iddles, and affairs of death;

To wake Northumberland, and warlike Siward : An I, the mistress of your charms,

That, by the help of these (with Him above The close contriver of all harms,

To ratify the work), we may again Was never call’d to bear my part,

Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights; Or how the glory of our art ?

Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives And, which is worse, all you have done,

Do faithful homage, and receive free honours,
Hath been but for a wayward son,

All which we pine for now. And this report
Spiteful, and wrathful; who, as others do, Hath so exasperate the king, that he
Lov for his own ends, not for you.

Prepares for some attempt of war.
But make amends now: get you gone,


Sent he to Macduff ? And at the pit of Acheron

Lord. He did : and with an absolute, Sir, not I Meet me i' the morning; thither he

The cloudy messenger turns me his back, Will come to know his destiny.

And hums; as who should say, You'll rue the time Your vessels, and your spells, provide,

That clogs me with this answer. Your charms, and every thing beside :


And that well might I am for the air; this night I'll spend

Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance Unto a dismal fatal end.

His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel Great business must be wrought ere noon :

Fly to the court of England, and unfold Upon the corner of the moon

His message ere he come; that a swift blessing The. hangs a vaporous drop profound;

May soon return to this our suffering country, I'll atch it ere it come to ground :

Under a hand accurs'd ! And that, distillid by magic suights,


My prayers with him! Shall raise such artificial sprights,

As, by the strength of their illusion,
Shall draw him on to his confusion :
He all spurn fate, scorn death, and bear

His opes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear:
And you all know, security

SCENE I.-A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caul. Is m'rtal's chiefest enemy.

dron boiling. Thunder. Song. (Within.1 Come away, come away, &e.

Enter the three Witches.

I Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'da Park, I am call’d; my little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. (Erit.

2 Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whin'd

3 Wilch. Harper cries :-'Tis time, 'tis time, 1 Witch. Come, let's make haste: she'll soon be

1 Witch. Round about the cauldron go; wack again.


In the prison'd entrails throw.

Toad, that under coldest stone,


Call them, let me see them. Days and nights hast thirty-one

1 Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten Swelter'd venom sleeping got,

Her nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!

From the murderer's gibbet throw
All. Double, double toil and trouble ;

Into the flame.
Fire, burn; and cauldron, bubble.


Come, high or low; 2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake,

Thyself, and office, deftly show.
In the cauldron boil and bake

Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head rises.
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,

Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power-
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,

1 Witch.
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,

He knows thy thought; Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,

Hear his speech, but say thou nought. 'Macduff;

App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware For a charnı of powerful trouble ;

Beware the thane of Fife.—Dismiss me :-Enough. Like a hell-broth boil and bubble All. Double, double toil and trouble;


Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, Fire, burn; and cauldron, bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragun, tooth of wolf;


(more :

Thou hast harp'd my fear aright:-But one word Witches' mummy; maw, and gulf,

1 Witch. He will not be commanded :-Here's Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark;

Root of hemlock, digg'd i' the dark ;

More potent than the first.
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew,

Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises.
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse ;


Macbeth! Macbeth Macbeth -
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips ,

Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.
Finger of birth-strangled babe,


Be bloody, bold, Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,

And resolute; laugh to scorn the power of man, Make the gruel thick and slab:

For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth. Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,

| Descends. For the ingredients of our cauldron.

Macb Then live, Macduff. What need I fear of All. Double, double toil and trouble;

thee? Fire, burn; and cauldron, bubble.

But yet I'll make assurance double sure, 2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood,

And take a bond of fate : thou shalt not live, Then the charm is firm and good.

That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, Enter Hecate, and the other thr Witches.

And sleep in spite of thunder.-What is this, Hec. O, well done! I commend your pains;

Thunder. An Apparition of a Child crowned, with

a Tree in his Hand, rises. And every one shall share i' the gains. And now about the cauldron sing,

That rises like the issue of a king; Like elves and fairies in a ring,

And wears upon his baby brow the round Enchanting ail that you put in.

Anil top of sovereignty ?


Listen, but speak not.

App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care
Black spirits and white,

Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are
Red spirits and grey ;

Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until
Mingle, mingle, mingle,

Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
You that mingle may.
Shall come against him.

[Descends. 2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs,


That will never be ; Something wicked this way comes:

Who can impress the forest; bid the tree Open, locks, whoever knocks.

Unfix his earth-bound root? sweet bodements! good. Enter MACBETH.

Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood Macb. How now, you secret, black, and mid- Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath

Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth night hags?

To time, and mortal custom.-Yet my heart What is't you do ?

Throbs to know one thing. Tell me (if your art All. A deed without a name.

Can tell so much), shall Banquo's issue ever Macb. I conjure you, by that which you profess

Reign in this kingdom ? (Howe'er you come to know it), answer me:


Seek to know no more. Though you untie the winds, and let them fight

Macb. I will be satisfied : deny me this,
Against the churches : though the yesty waves
Confound and swallow navigation up; (down;

And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me knowThough bladed corn be lodg’d, and trees blown Why sinks that cauldron! and what noise is this ?

[Hautboys. Though castles topple on their warders' heads;

1 Witch. Show. Though palaces, and pyramids, do slope

2 Witch, Show! Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure

3 Witch. Show! Of nature's germins tumble all together, Even till destruction sicken, answer me

All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; To what I ask you.

Come like shadows, so depart. 1 Witch. Speak.

Eiyht Kings appear, and pass over the Stage in order; 2 Witch. Demand

the last with a Glass in his hand ; BANGE) for 3 Witch.

We'll answer.

loarng. 1 Witch. Say, if thou’dst rather hear it from our Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Sanoao; mouths,

down: Di hom our roasters?

Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls. And thy hair,


Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first :- So runs against all reason.
A third is like the former :-Filthy hags! (eyes! Rosse.

My dearest coz,
Why do you show me this ?- A fourth ?-Start, I pray you, school yourself. But, for your husband,
What! will the line stretch out to the crack of He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows

The fits o'the season. I dare not speak much further Another yet ?-A seventh ?-I'll see no niore: But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass, And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour Which shows me many more; and some I see, l'rom what we fear; yet know not what we fear; That two-fold balls and treble sceptres carry : But float upon a wild and violent sea, Horrible sight!-Ay, now, I see, 'tis true; Each way, and move.—I take my leave of you : For the blood-bolterd Banquo smiles upon me, Shall not be long but I'll be here again : And points at them for his. What, is this so ? Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward

1 Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so :-But why To what they were before.--My pretty cousin, Stands Macbeth thus amazedly ?

Blessing upon you ! Come, sister, cheer we up his sprights,

L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet hc's fatherless. And show the best of our delights;

Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, I'll charm the air to give a sound,

It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort: While you perform your antique round :

I take my leave at once.

[Erit Rosse. That this great king may kindly say,

L. Macd. Sirrah, your father's dead; Our duties did his welcome pay.

And what will you do now? How will you live? (Music. The Witches dance, and vanish. Son. As birds do, mother. Vacb. Where are they? Gone?-Let this per- L. Macd.

What, with worms and fijes ? nicious hour

Son. With what I get, I mean; and so do they. Stand aye accursed in the calendar

L. Macd. Poor bird ! thou’dst never fear the net, Come in, without there!

nor lime, Enter LENOX.

The pit-fall, nor the gin.

Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are Len. What's your grace's will ?

not set for. Macb. Saw you the weird sisters ?

My father is not dead, for all your saying Len.

No, my lord.

Lady Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do Macb. Came they not by you?

for a father ? Len.

No, indeed, my lord.

Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband? Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride; L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at any And damo'd all those that trust them!—I did hear

market. The ga loping of horse. Who was't came by ? Son. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again. Len. "T'is two or three, my lord, that bring you L. Macd. Thou speak'st with all thy wit; and word,

yet i'faith, Macduff is filed to England.

With wit enough for thee. Macb.

Fled to England ? Son. Was my father a traitor, mother?
Ler. Ay, my good lord.

L. Macd. Aye, that he was.
Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits : Son. What is a traitor ?
The flighty purpose never is o'ertook,

L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lics.
Unless the deed go with it. From this moment, Son. And be all traitors that do so ?
The very firstlings of my heart shall be

L. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor, and The firstlings of my hand. And even now, Įdone: must be hanged.

[lie ? To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and The castle of Macduff I will surprise ;

Son. And must they all be hanged that swear and

L. Macd. Every one. Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' the sword

Son. Who must hang them ? His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls

L. Macd. Why, the honest men. That trace his line. No boasting like a fool;

Sor. Then the liars and swearers are fools: for This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool:

there are liars and swearers enough to beat the ho But no more sights ! - Where are these gentlemen? nest men, and hang up them. Come, bring me where they are.


L. Macd. Now God help thee, poor monkey! But

how wilt thou do for a father? SCENE II.-Fife. A Room in Macduff's Castle.

Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him: if you Enter Lady MACDUFF, her Son, and Rosse.

would not, it were a good sign that I should quickly L. Macd. What had he done, to make him fly have a new father. the land ?

L. Macd. Poor prattler! how thou talkest. Rosse. You must have patience, madam.

Enter a Messenger, (known, L. Macd.

He had none : Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you Ilis flight was madness! When our actions do not, Though in your state of honour I am perfect. Our fears do make us traitors.

I doubt, some danger does approach you nearly : Rosse.

You know not, If you will take a homely man's advice, Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear. (babes, Be not found here; hence, with your little ones.

L. Macd. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage; His mansion, and his titles, in a place

To do worse to you, were fell cruelty, From whence himself does fly? 'He loves us not; Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve Ile wants the natural touch : for the poor wren,

you! The most diminutive of birds, will fight,

I dare abide no longer.

(Exit Messenger Her young ones in her nest, against the owl

L. Macd.

Whither should I fly ? All is the fear, and nothing is the love;

I have done no harm. But I remember now As little is the wisdom, where the flight

I am in this earthly world ; where, to do harı,

Is often laudable; to do good, sometime,

Is added to her wounds: I think, withal, Accounted dangerous folly : Why then, alas ! There would be hands uplifted in my right, Do I put up that womanly defence, [faces ? And here, from gracious England, have I offer To say, I have done no harm ?- -What are these Of goodly thousands : But, for all this, Enter Murderers.

When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, Mw. Where is your husband ?

Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country

Shall have more vices than it had before ;
L. Macd. I hope, in no place, so unsanctified,

More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever,
Where such as thou may'st find him.

He's a traitor.

By him that shall succeed.

What should he be ? Son. Thou ly'st, thou shag-ear'd villain.

Mal. It is myself I mean : in whom I know Mur. What

, you egg? (Stabbing him. All the particulars of vice so grafted, Young fry of treachery? Son.

He has kill'd me, mother: That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth Run away, I pray you.


Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state ¡Esit Lady Macduff, crying murder, and Esteem him as a lamb, being compara

With mine confineless harms. pursued by the murderers.


Not in the legions SCENE III.-England. A Room in the King's Of horrid hell, can come a devil more damn'd Palace.

In evils, to top Macbeth.
Enter Malcolm and MACDUFF.


I grant him bloody, Mal Let us seek out some desolate shade, and Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin

Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, there

That has a name : But there's no bottom, none, Weep our sad bosoms empty. Macd.

Let us rather

In my voluptuousness : your wives, your daughters, Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good men,

Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up Bestride our down-fall'n birthdom : Each new morn, All continent impediments would o'er-bear,

The cistern of my lust; and my desire New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows That did oppose my will : Better Macbeth, Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds

Than such a one to reign. As if it felt with Scotland, and yell'd out


Boundless intemperance Like syllable of dolour. Mal. What I believe, I'll wail; The untimely emptying of the happy throne,

In nature is a tyranny, it hath been What know, believe; and, what I can redress,

And fall of many kings. But fear not yet
As I shall find the time to friend, I will.

To take upon you what is yours : you may
What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,

Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty,
Was once thought honest; you have lov’d him well; We have willing dames enough; there cannot be

And yet seem cold, the time you may so hood-wink, He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young, but That vulture in you, to devour so many

something You may deserve or him through me; and wisdom Finding it so inclin'd.

As will to greatness dedicate themselves, To offer up a weak, poor, infocent lamb,


With this there grows, To appease an angry God. Macd. I am not treacherous.

In my most ill-compos'd affection, such

A stanchless avarice, that, were I king, Mal.

But Macbeth is.

I should cut off the nobles for their lands; A good and virtuous nature may rccoil,

Desire his jewels, and this other's house :
In an imperial charge. But 'crave your pardon ;

And my more-having would be as a sauce
That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose : To make me hunger more; that I should forge
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell:
Though all things foul would wear the brows of Quarrels unjust against the good, and loyal,

Destroying them for wealth.


This avarice Yet grace must still look so.

Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root . Macd.

I have lost my hopes. Than summer-seeding lust; and it hath been Mai. Perchance, even there, where I did find my The sword of our slain kings; Yet do not fear; doubts.

Scotland hath foysons to fill up your will, Why in that rawness left your wife, and child, (Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,) With other graces weigh’d.

of your mere own: All these are portable, Without leave-taking ?-I pray you,

Mal. But I have done : The king-becoming Let not my jealoustes be your dishonours,

graces, But mine own safeties :-You may be rightly just,

As justice, verity, temperance, stableness,
Whatever I shall think.
Bleed, bleed, poor country! Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,

Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,
Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,

I have no relish of them ; but abound Por goodness dares not check thee; wear thou thyIn the division of each several crime,

wrongs. Thy title is affeerd.-Fare thee well, lord :

Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, 1 should

Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, I would not be the villain that thou think'st

Uproar the universal peace, confound For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp,

All unity on earth. And the rich East to boot.


O Scotland! Scotland Mal.

Be not offended:

Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak : I speak not as in absolute fear of you.

I am as I have spoken. I think, our country sinks beneath the yoke;


Fit to govern! It weeps, it bleeds: and each new dɛ y a gash

No, not to live nation miserable,


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