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ACT III. blood, The nearer bloody.

SCENE 1.- Fores.-A Room in the Palace. Mal. This murderous shast that's shot, Hath not yet lighted ; and our safest way

Enter BANQUO. 13, to avoid the aim. Therefore, to borse ;

Ban. Thou hast it now-King, Cawdor, Gla. Aud let us not be dainty of leave-taking,

mis, all, But sbift away: There's warrant in that theft

As the weird women promis'd ; and, I fear, Wbicb steals itself, when there's uo mercy left.


Thou play'ust most foully for't : yet it was said,
It should not stand in thy posterity;

But that myself should be the root and father SCENE IV.-Without the Castle.

of many kings. If there coine truth from Enter Rosse and an old Man.

them, Old Man. Threescore and teu I can remem- Why, by the verities ou thee made good,

(As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine,) ber well : Within the volume of which time, I have seen

May they not be iny oracles as well, Hours dreadful and things strange ; but this sore

Aud set me up in hope? But hush ; no more. night

Senet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as King; Hath trifled former knowings. Rosse. Ab ! good father,

Lady MACBETH, as Queen; LENOX, ROSSE, [act,

Lords, Ladies, and Attendants.
Thou see'st, the heavens, as tronbled with man's
Threaten his bloody stage : by the clock, 'tis day,

Macb. Here's our chief guest.
Aud yet dark night strangles the travelling Lady M. If he bad been forgotten,
lamp :

It had been as a gap in our great feast, Is it night's predominance, or the day's shame, And all things unbecomin That darkness does the face of earth entomb, Macb. To night we hold a solemu supper, Sir, When living light should kiss it?

And i'll request your presence. Old Man. 'Tis umnatural,

Ban. Let your highness Eveu like the deed that's done. On Tuesday Command upon me; to the which, my duties last,

Are with a most indissoluble tie
A falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place,

For ever knit.
Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at, and kill'd. Macb. Ride you this afternoon ?
Rosse. And Duncan's horses, (a thing most Ban. Ay, my good lord.
strange aud certain,)

Mucb. We should have else desir'd your good Beauteous and swift, the minions of their


(rous, race,

(out, (Which still hath been both grave and prospeTuru'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, hung in this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow. Contending, 'gainst obedience, as they would Is't far you ride ? make

Ban. As far, my lord, as will oll up the time War with mankind.

'Twixt this and supper : go not my horse tbe Old Man. 'Tis said, they eat each other.

better, Rosse. They did so; to the amazement of I must become a borrower of the night,

For a dark hour or twain. That look'd mpon't. Here comes the good Mac- Macb. Fail not our feast. duff:

Ban. My lord, I will not.

Macb. We hear our bloody cousins are be. Enter MACDOFF.

stow' How goes the world Sir, now?

In England and in Ireland ; not confessing Bacd. Why, see you not?

Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers Rosse. Is't known who did this more than with strange invention : Biit of that to-morrow; bloody deed ?

When, therewithal, we shall have cause of state, Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain. Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse : Adieu, Rosse. Alas, the day!

Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with What good could they pretend ? Macd. They were suboru'd :

Ban. Ay, my good lord : our time does call Malcolm, and Donalbain, the king's two sons,

upon us. Are stol'n away and tied; which puts upon

Macb. I wish your horses swift and sure them

of foot ; Suspicion of the deed.

And so I do con mend you to their backs. Rosse. 'Gainst nature still :


(Erit BANQUO. Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up

Let every man be master of his time Thine own life's means !-Then 'tis most like, Till seven at night; to make society Tbe sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.

The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself Macd. He is already nam'd; and gone to Till supper-time alone : while then, God be with Scone,

you. To be invested.

(Ereunt Lady MACBETH, Lords, Rosse. Where is Duncan's body 1

Ladies, &c. Macd. Carried to Colmes-kill; +

Sirrah, a word : Attend those men our pleaThe sacred storebouse of his predecessors,

sure ? And guardian of their bones.

Atten. They are, my lord, without the palace Rosse. Will you to Scone?

gate. Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife.

Macb. Bring them before us.-[Erit ATTEN.) Rosse. Well, I will thither.

To be thus, is nothing ; Macd. Well, may you see things well done But to be safely thus :- Our fears in Banquo there ;-adieu !

Stick deep ; and in his royalty + of nature Lest onr old robes sit easier than our new ! Reigns that, which would be fear'a : 'Tis much Rosse. Father, farewell.

he dares ; Old Man. God's benison go with you : and And, to that dauniless temper of his mind, with those

He bath a wisdom that doih guide his valour That would make good of bad, and friends of To act in safety. There is none but he foes!

(Ereunt. Whosc being i do fear : and under him,

My genius is rebuk’d; as, it is said, • Intend to themselves. Colm-kill is the famous lona, one of the west.

• Commit.

+ Nobleness.

mine eyes,


Mark Antony's was by Cesar. He chid the Macb. Both of you sisters,

Know, Banquo was your enemy. When first they put the name of king upon me, 2 Mur. True, my lord. And bade them speak to him; then prophet- Macb. So is be mine : and in such bloody like,

distance, 'They hail'd him father to a line of kings : That every minute of bis being thrasts Upon my bead they plac'd a fruitless crown, Against my wear'st of life : And though I could And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,

With bare-fac'd power sweep him from my Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,

sight, No son of mine succeeding. If it be so, And bid my will a vouch it; yet I must not, For Banquo's issue have I Alld • iny mind; For certain friends that are both his and For them the gracious Duncan have I mur

mine, der'd ;

Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall Put rancours in the vessel of my peace

Whom I myself struck down : and thence it is, Only for them; and mine eternal jewel

That I to your assistance do make love ; Given to the common enemy of man,

Masking the business from the commou eye, To make them kings, the seed of Banquo For sundry weighty reasons. kings!

2 Mur. We shall, my lord, Rather than so, come, fate, into the list, Perform what you command us. And champion me to the utterance ! --Who's 1 Mur. Though our lives--there

Macb. Your spirits shine through you. Within

this hour, at most, Re-enter ATTENDANT, with two MURDERERS. I will advise you where to plant yourselves. Now to the door, and stay there till we call. Acquaint you with the perfect spy o'the time,

[Erit ATTENDANT. The moment on't; for't must be done to-night, Was it not yesterday we spoke together?

And something from the palace; always thought, 1 Mur. It was so, please your bigbness. That I require a clearness : And with bim, Macb. Well then, now

(To leave no rubs, nor botches, in the work,) Have you consider'd of my speeches ? Know, Fleance his son, that keeps him company, That it was he, in the times past, which held Whose absence is no less material to me you

Than is his father's, must embrace the fate So under fortune ; which, you thought, had been of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart; Our innocent self: this I made good to you

I'll come to you anon. In our last conference; pass'd in probation I 2 Mur. We are resolv'd my lord. with you,

Mucb. I'll call upou you straight : abide How you were born in hand ; $ how cross'd ; the

within. instruments ;

It is concluded :--Banquo, thy soul's flight, Who wrought with them; and all things else, li it find heaveu, must find it oul to-night. that might,

(Exeunt. To half a soul, and a notion craz'd, Say, Thus did Banquo.

SCENE II.-The same.- Another Room. 1 Mur. You made it known to us. Macb. I did so ; and went further, which is

Enter Lady Macbeth, and a Servant. DOW

Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court ? Our point of second meeting. Do you find

Serv. Ay, madam, but returns again to-night. Your patience so predominant in your nature, Lady M. Say to the king, I would attend his That you can let this go? Are you so gos


For a few words.
To pray for that good man and for bis issue, Serv. Madain, I will.

(Erit. Whose heavy band hath bow'd you to the grave,

Lady M. Nought's had, all's spent, And beggar'd yours for ever!

Where our desire is got without content: I Mur. We are men, my liege.

'Tis safer to be that which we destroy, Macb. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men ; Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy. As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels,

Enter MACBETA. curs, Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are How now, my lord ? why do you keep alone, cleped **

of sorriest I fancies your companions making! All by the name of dogs : the valued file Using those thoughts, wbich should indeed have Distinguisbes the swift, the slow, the subtle,

died The house-keeper, the hunter, every one

With them they think on? Thiugs without According to the gift which bounteous nature

remedy, Hath in hin clos'd ; whereby he does receive Should be without regard : what's done, is done. Particular addition, it from the bill

Macb. We bave scotch'd the snake, not kill'd That writes them all alike : and so of men.

it ;

(ualice Now, if you have a station in the file,

She'll close, and be herself ; whilst our poor And not in the worst rank of manhood, say it ; Remains in danger of her former tooth. And I will put that business in your bosoms,

But let Whose execution takes your enemy off";

The frame of things disjoint, both the worlds Grapples you to the heart and love of us,

sufler, Who wear our health but sickly in his life, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep Which in his death were perfect.

In the affliction of these terrible dreams, 2 Mur. I am one, my liege,

That shake us vightly : Better be with the Whoin the vile blows and buffets of the world

dead, Have so incens'd, that I am reckless If what Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to I do, to spite the world.

peace, 1 Mur. And I another,

Than on the torture of the mind to lie So weary with disasters, tugg'd 36 with fortune, In restless ecstacy. Ø Duncan is in bis grave; That I would set my life on any cbalice,

After life's fitful fever he sleeps well ; To mend it or be rid on't.

Treason has done bis worst : uor steel, nor

poison, • For defiled.

Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
+ Challenge me to extremities.

Can touch him further!

Are you so obedient to the precepts of the Gospel.
Wolnoks .. Called. ++ Tule.

• Mortal enmity.

Because of.
#1 Careless,

# Most melancholy



Scene IV.

Lady M. Come on ;

Ban. O treacheryl Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly,

O slave!

Thou may'st revenge. Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks ;

(tly : Be bright and jovial 'mong your guests to- (Dies. FLEANCE and Servant escape. nigbt.

3 Mür. Who did strike out the light? Macb. So shall I, love ; and so, I pray, be

1 Mur. Was't not the way? you :

3 Mur. There's but one down; the son is filed Let your remembrance apply to Banquo ;

2 Mur. We have lost best half of our affair. Present him eminence, both with eye and 1 Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much Unsafe the wbile, that we

(tongue :
is done.

Must lave our honours in these itattering

SCENE IV-A Room of State in the Palace.
And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
Disguising what they are.

A Banquet prepared. Enter Macbeth, Lady

Macbeth, RossE, LENOX, LORDS, and ATLady M. You must leave this.

TENDANTS. Maco. O full of scorpions is my mind, dear wire !

Macb. You know your own degrees, sit down : Thou know'st that Banquo and bis Fleance, lives.

at first Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not And last, the hearty welcome. eterne.

Lords. Thanks to your majesty. Macb. there's comfort yet ; they are assail

Macb. Ourself will mingle wiib society,
able ;

And play the humble host.
Then be thou jocnnd : Ere the bat bath flown Our hostess keeps her state ; + but in best time,
His cloister'd flight ; ere, to black Hecat's We wul require her welcome.

(nums, Lady M. Pronounce it for me, Sir, to all our The shard-borne beetle, + with his drowsy

friends ; Hath rung night's yawuing peal, there shall be For my heart speaks, they are welcome. A deed of dreadful note,


Enter first MURDERER, to the door Lady M. What's to be done? dlacb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest Macb. See, they encounter thee with their chuck, 1


hearts' thanks :Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling 3 Both sides are even : Here I'll sit i’the midst : Skarf up the tender eye of pitisul day ;

Be large in mirth ; anon, we'll drink a measure And, with thy bloudy and invisible hand, The table round.--There's blood upon thy face. Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond

Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then. Which keeps me pale !-Light thickens ; and the

Mucb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within.

Is he despatchi'd ? Makes wing to the rooky wood :

Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did

for him. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse ; Whiles night's black agents to their prey do

Macb. Thou art the best o'the cut-throats :

Yet be's good

(still; ruuse Thou marv'llest at my words ; brit bold' thee That did the like for Fleance : if thou didst it, Things, bad begun, make strong themselves by Thou art the nonpareil.

Mir. Most royal Sir, So prosthee go with me.


Fleance is 'scap'd.

Macb. Then comes my fit again : I had else SCENE 111.-The same.-A Park or Lawn, whole as the marble, founded as the rock ;

been perfect; with a Gate leading to the Palace.

As broad and general as the casing air : (in Enter three MURDERER S.

But now, I au cabin’d, cribb'd, confiu'd, bound 1 Mur. But who did bid thee join with us?

To saucy doubts aud fears. But Banquo's sate ? 3 yur. Macbeth.

Mur Ay, my good lord : sate in a ditch be 2 Mur. He needs not our mistrust; since he

bides, delivers

With twenty trenched gashes on bis bead;
Our offices, and what we have to do,

The least a death to nature.
To the direction just.

Macb. Thanks for that:

[fied, 1 Mur. Then stand with us.

There the grown serpent lies; the worm, that's The west yet glimmers with some streaks of Hath nature that in time will veuom breed, day :

No teeth for the present.-Get thee gone ; toNow spurs the lated traveller apace,

morrow To gain the timely inn ; and near approaches

We'll hear, ourselves again. (Exit MURDERER. The subject of our watch.

Lady M. My royal lord,
3 Mur. Hark! I bear borses.

You do not give the cheer : the feast is sold,
Bar. (Within.) Give us a light there, ho!

That is not ofteu vouch'd, wbile 'lis a making, 2 Mur. Then it is he; the rest

'Tis given with welcome : To feed, were best That are within the note of expéciation, I

at home ; Already are the conrt.

From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony; 1 Mur. His horses go about.

Meeting were bare without it.
3 Mur. Almost a mile : but he does usually,

Macb. Sweet remembrancer !
So all men do, from bence to the palace gate

Now good digestion wait on appetite,
Make it their walk.

And bealth on both !

Len. May it please your bighness sit?
Enter BANQUo and FLEANCE, a Serrant with

(The Ghost of BANQUO rises, and sits a torch preceding them.

in MACBETH's place. 2 Mur. A light, a light!

Macb. Here had we now our country's ho3 Hur. 'Tis he.

nour roof'd, 1 Mus. Stand to't.

Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present ; Ban. It will be rain to-night.

Who may I rather challenge for unkindness, 1 Mar. Let it come down.

Than pity for mischance!
[Assaults BANQUO.
Rosse. His absence, Sir,

[highness Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your

To grace us with your royal company?
• De him the highest honours.

Macb, The table's full.
+ The beetle borne in the air by its shards or scaly
A term of endearment.


• James I. was descended in a direct line from this Ile. They who are set down in the list of guests, and son of Bauquo, by a daughter of the prince of Wales. Expected supper.

i Continues in her chair of state.

2 U


Len. Here's a place reserv'd, Sir.

If trembling I inhibit thee, protest me Macb. Where?

The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow Len. Here my lord. What is't that moves

(Ghost disappears. you highness ?

Unreal mockery, henre |--Why, 80 ;-being Macb. Which of you bave done this ?

gone, Lords. What, my good lord !

I am a man again. Pray you, sit still. Macb, Thou can'st not say I did it: never Lady M. You have displac'd the mirth, broke Thy gory locks at me.


the good meeting, Rosse. Gentlemen, rise ; his highness is not with most admir'd disorder. well.

Macb. Can such things be, Lady M. Sit, worthy friends :-my lord is And overcome t us like a summer's cloud, often thus,

(seat; Without our special wonder? You make me And bath been from his youth : 'pray you, keep

strange The fit is momentary ; upon a thought *

Even to the disposition that I owe, :
He will again be well : li much you note him, When now I think you can behold such sights,
You shall offend bin and extend his passion; + And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
Feed, and regard him not.--Are you a man? When mine are blanched with fear.

Macb. Ay, and a bold one that dare look on Rosse. What sights, my lord !
Which might appal the devil.

[that Lady M. I pray you, speak not; be grows Lady M. O proper stuff!

worse and worse ; This is the very painting of your fear:

Question enrages him : at once, good night :This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said, Stand not upon the order of your going, Led you to Duncan. 0 these tlaws t and But go at once. starts

Len. Good night, and better health (Impostors to true fear,) would well become Attend his majesty! A woman's story at a winter's fire,

Lady M. A kind good night to all ! Authoriz'd by her grandam. Shame itself!

[Ereunt LORDS and ATTENDANTS. Why do you make such faces ? When all's done, Macb. It will bave blood ; they say, blood You look but on a stool.

will have blood : Macb. Pr'ythee, see there ! behold I look ! lo! Stones have been known to move, and trees to how say you ?--


speak : Wby, what care 1? If thou canst nod, speak Augurs, and understood relations, have If charnel-houses and our graves must send By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, Those that we bury, back, our monuments

brought forth Shall be the maws of kites. (Ghost disappears. The secret'st dian of blood. What is the night 1

Lady M. What I quite unmann'd in folly ? Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, Mrcb. If I stand here, I saw him.

which is which. Lady M. Fie, for shame!

Macb. How say'st thon, that Macduff deties Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now i'the

this person, olden time,

At our great bidding? Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal;

I.ady M. Did you send to him, Sır ? Ay, and since too, murders have been per- Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will send : form'd

There's not a one || of them, but in bis house Too terrible for the ear : the times have been, I keep a servant fee'd.

I will to-inorrow, That, when the brains were out, the man would (Betimes I will,) unto the weird sisters : die,

More shall they speak; for now I am bent te And there an end : but now, they rise again,


(good, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, By the worst means, the worst : for mine on And push us from our stools : This is more All causes shall give way; I am in blood Tban such a murder is.

(strange Stepped in so far, that, should I wade no more, Lady M. My worthy lord,

Returning were as tecious as go o'er : Your noble friends do lack you.

Strange thiugs I have in head, that will to Macb. I do forget :-

band; Do not muse § at me, my most worthy friends; which must be acted, ere they may be scanu'd. $ I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, To those that know me. Come, love and health

sleep. to all ;

Macb. Come, we'll to sleep: my strange and Then I'll sit down :--Give me some wine,

self-abuse fill full :--

Is the initiate fear that wants hard use : I drink to the general joy of the whole table, We are yet but young in deed.

(Exeunt. Ghost rises.

SCENE V.--The Heath. And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we Thunder. Enter Hecate, meeting the three miss;

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

1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate ? you look Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.

angerly. Macb. Avaunt ! and quit my sight! Let the

Hec. Have I not reason, beldams as you are, earth hide thee!

Saucy, and overbold? How did you dare
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; To trade and traffic with Macbeth,
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes

In riddles and affairs of death ;
Which thou dost glare with !

And I, the mistress of your charms, Lady M. Think of this, good peers,

The close contriver of all harms, But as a thing of custom ; 'tis no other ; Was never call’d to bear my part, Oply it spoils the pleasure of the time.

Or show the glory of our art?
Macb. What man dare, I dare :

And, wbich is worse, all you have done
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, Hath been but for a wayward sen.
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcau Tiger, Spiteful and wrathful ; who, as others do,
Take any shape but that, and my firın nerves Loves for his own cuds, not for you.
Shall never trenible : Or, be alive again,

But make amends now : Get you gone,
And dare me to the desert with tby sword; And at the pit of Acheron,
• As quick as thought. + Prolong his suffering • Forbid.

+ Pass user. Sudden gusts.

* Possess

Magpies. 11. 6. All good wishes to all!

Exuniued nice's

1 An Individual.

Meet me i'the morning : thither be

And hums, as who should say, You'll rue the Will come to know bis destiny.

time Your vessels and your spells provide,

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

Len. 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 be come ; that a swift blessing There hangs a vaporous drop profound : * May soon return to this our suffering country I'll catch it cre it come to ground:

Under a hand accurs'd ! And tbat, distill'd by magic slights

Lord. My prayers with him ! (Ereunt.
Shall raise such artificial sprights,
As, by the strength of their illusion
Shall draw him on to his confusion :
He shall spurn fate, scorn deatb, and bear
His bopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear :

And you all know, security
Is mortal's chiefest enemy.

SCENE 1.- A dark Cave.- In the middle, a Song. (Within.) Come away, come away, &c.

Cauldron boiling. Hark, I ain call'd; my little spirit, see,

Thunder. Enter the three WITCHES. Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.

(Erit. 1 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat batb mew'd. I Witch. Come, let's make haste ; she'll soon 2 Witch. Thrice; and once the bedge-pig be back again.

whin'd. (Exeunt. 3 Wuch. Harper cries :'Tis time, 'tis time.

1 Witch. Round about the cauldron go; SCENE VI.-Fores.- A Room in the Palace. Iu the poison's entrails throw.

Toad, that under coldest stone,
Enter LENOX and another LORD.

Days and nights hast thirty-one

Swelter'd * venom sleeping got, Ler. My former speeches have but hit your

Boil thou first i'the charmed pot! thoughts,

All. Double, double toil and trouble ; Which can interpret further : only, I say,

Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble. Things have been strangely borne : The gracious 2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, Duncan

In the cauldron boil and bake : Was pitied of Macbeth :--marry, he was dead :- Eye of newt, and toe of frog, And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late ;

Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Whom, you may say, if it please you, Fleance

Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, killid,

Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For Fleance fed. Men must not walk too late.

For a charm of powerful trouble, Who cannot want the thought, how inonstrous Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain,

All. Double, double toil and trouble ; To kill their gracious father ! damned fact !

Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble. How it did grieve Macbeth I did he not straight,

3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf ; In pious rage, the two delinquents tear,

Witches' mummy ; maw and gull, t That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of

of the ravin'd I salt-sea shark ;

Root of hemlock, digg'd i'the dark ;
Was not that nobly done ? Ay, and wisely too ; Liver of blaspheming Jew;
For 'twould have anger'd any beart alive,

Gall of goat and slips of yew,
To hear tbe men deny it. So that, I say,

Silver'd in the moon's eclipse ; He has berne all things well : and I do think, Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips ; That, had he Duncan's sons under bis key,

Fiuger of birth-strangled babe, (As, an't please heaven, be shall not, they

Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, should find

Make the gruel thick and slab : What 'twere to kill a father ; so should Fleance.

Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, $ But, peace !--for from broad words, aud cause For the ingredients of our cauldron. he fail'd

All. Double, double toil and trouble ; His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear,

Fire, burn ; and, cauldron, bubble. Macduff lives in disgrace : Sir, can you tell

2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood, Where be bestows himself ?

Then the charm is firm and good. Lord. The son of Duncan, From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth Enter HECATE, and the other three Lives in the English court; and is receiv'd

WITCHES. of the most pious Edward with such grace,

Hec. Oh! well done! I commend your That the malevolence of fortune nothing

pains ; Takes from his bigh respect : 'Thither Macduff And every one shall share i'the gains. Is gone to pray the holy king, on his aid

And now about the cauldron sing, To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward :

Like elves and fairies in a ring,
That, by the help of these, (with Hiw above

Enchanting all that you put in.
To ratify the work,) we may again
Gire to our tables meat, sleep to our nights ;

Free from our feasts and banquets bloody
knives ;

Black spirits and white, Do faithful homage, and receive free hononrs, +

Red spirits and grey ; All which we pine for now : And this report

Mingle, mingle, mingle,
Hath so exasperate I the king, that he

You that mingle may.
Prepares for some attempt of war.
Len. Sent he to Macduff ?

2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs, Lord. He did ; and with an absolute, Sir, Something wicked this way comes :not I,

Open, locks, whoever knocks. The cloudy messenger turns me his back,

• This word is employed to signify that the animal

was hot aud sweating with venom, although sleepius Le. A drop that has deep or hidden qualities. under a cold stone. troponirs freely bustowed.

+ The throat.

* Ravenous. For exasperated.


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