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Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are :
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, uritil Macb. How now, you secret, black, and mid
Great Birnam wood to bigh Dunsiuane hill night hags?
Shall coine against him.
[Descends. Wbat is't you do?
Macb. That will never be ; All. A deed without a name. Macb. I conjure you, by that which you pro - Untix his earth-bound root i sweet bodement ?
Who can impress the forest ; . bid the tree fess,
good! (Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me :
Rebellious lead, ribe never, till the wood 'Though you untie the winds, and let them fight
of Birnain rise, and our high plac'd Macbeth Against the churches; though the yesty * waves Confound and swallow navigation up;
Shall live the lease of nature, pay bis breath Though bladed corn be lodg'd, t and trees blown To time and mortal custom.-Yet my heart
Throbs to know one thing ; Tell me, (if your down;
art Though castles topple I on their warders'
Can tell so much,) shall Banquo's issue ever heads;
Reign in this kingdom? Though palaces and pyramids do slope
All. Seek to know no more. Their heads to their foundations; though the
Macb. I will be satistied : deny me this, treasure And ali eternal curse fall on you !
Let me of nature's germins § tumble all together,
know:Even till destruction sicken, answer ine To what I ask you.
Why sinks that cauldron ? and what noise + is
this? 1 Witch. Speak.
i Witch. Shox! 2 Witch. Show l 3 Witch. 2 Witch. Demand.
Show! 3 Witch. We'll answer.
All. Show his eyes, and grieve bis beart; 1 Witch. Say, if thoud'st rather hear it from
Come like shadows, so depart. our mouths, Or from our masters'?
Eight Kings appear, and pass over the Stage Macb. Call them, let me see them.
in order ; the last with a Glass in his 1 Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that bath
hand ; BANQUO following. eaten Her nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten
Macb. Tbou art too like the spirit of Banquo ;
down! From the murderer's gibbet, throw Into the fame.
Thy crown does sear ininc eye-balls :- And thy All. Come, high, or low;
hair, Thyself, and office, deslly l show.
Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first :
A third is like the former Filthy hags ! Thunder. An APPARITION of an Armed Why do you show me this ?-A fourth ?--Start, Head rises.
eyes! Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power,
What! will the line stretch out to the crack of 1 Witch. He knows thy tnongo* ;
doom? 1 Hear his speech, but say ihoni nonghit.
Another yet?- A seventh ?--1'll see no more : App. Macbeth ! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass, Macduff;
Which show's me many more ; and some I see, Beware the thane of Fife.- Dismiss me:-Enough. That two-fold balls and treble scepters carry:
Horrible sight!-Ay, now, I see 'tis true ; Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good cau- For the blood bolter'd s Bauquo smiles upon tion, thanks ;
me, Thou hast harp'd I'my fear aright :-But one and points at them for his.-Wbat, is this so? word more :
1 Witch. Ay, Sir, all this is so :-Bul way 1 Witch. He will not be commanded : Here's Stands Macbeth thus amazedly ?another,
Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprights, . More potent than the first.
Aud show the best of our delights;
I'll charm the air to give a sound, Thunder.-An APPARITION of a Bloody Chila while you perform the antique round : rises.
That this great king may kindly say,
Our duties did his welcome pay.
[Music. The Witches ilance, and varish. App. Be bloody, bold,
Macb. Where are they? Gone ?--Let this per.
picious hour And resolute : laugh to scorn the power of man, stand aye accursed in the calender For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.
Come in, without there! Macb. Then live, Macduft; What need I fear
Enter LENOX. of thee? But yet l'll make assurance double sure
Len. What's your grace's will ? And take a bond of fate : thon sbalt not live;
Macb. Saw you the weird sisters? That I may tell pale-bearted fear, it lies,
Len. No, my lord. And sleep in spite of thunder.-- What is this,
Macb. Came they not by you?
Len. No, indeed, my lord. Thunder.--- AnApparition of a Child Crowned, Much. Infected be the air whereon they ride ;
with a Tree in his Hand, rises. Aud damu'd all those that trust them! I did That rises like the issue of a king;
bear And wears upon his baby brow the round
The galloping of horse : Who was't came hy! And top of sovereignty ? **
Len. "l'is two or three, wy lord, that bring All. Listen, but speak not.
Macduff is fled to England. Ayp. Be lion-meitled, proud ; and take no
Macb. Fled to England ? care
Len. Ay, my good lord.
Macb. Time, ibou anticipat'st S my dread ex. Frothy:
+ Laid flat by wind or rain. 1 Tumbile.
ploits : Seeds which have begun to sprout. Touched on a passion
£s a barper touches a • Who can command the forest to serve him like a string.
soldier impressed. •• The round is that part of a crown which encircles + Music
The dissolution of nature. che licadı the top is the oruamcut wluch rises above Besmeared with blood.
le. Spins Prerentebi, by taking away the opportunay.
The lighty purpose irever is o'ertook,
Son. Nay, how will you do for a busband
market. The firsilings of my hand. And even now
Son Then you'll buy 'em to sell again. To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought L. Macd. Thou speak'st with all thy wit; and done :
and yet i'faith, The castle of Macduff I will surprise ;
With wit enough for thee.
L. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor,
and must be hanged.
and lie ? SCENE II.-Fife.- A Room in MACDOFF's
L. Macd. Every one.
Son. Who must hang them?
L. Macd. Why, the bouest men.
the honest men, and hang up them. Rosse. You must liave patience, madam.
L. Macd. Now, God help thee, poor monkey! L. Macd. He had none :
But how wilt thou do for a father His flight was madness : When our actions do Son. Ji he were dead, you'd weep for him: not,
if you would not, it were a good sign that I Our fears do make us traitors. +
shonld quickly have a new father. Rosse. You know hot,
L. Mucd. Poor prauler! how thou talk'st. Whether it was bis wisdom, or his fear.
Enter a MESSENGER. L. Macd. Wisdom ! to leave his wife, to leave his babes,
Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you His mansion, and his titles, in a place
known, From whence himself does fly?' He loves us Though in your state of bonour I am perfect. + not:
I doubt some danger does approach you nearly : He wants the natural touch : 1 for the poor wren If you would take a homely man's advice, The most diminutive of birds, will fight, ý
Be' not found here ; hence, with your little Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
olles. AH is the fear, and nothing is tne love;
To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage ; As little is the wisdoin, where the flight
To do worse to you, were fell cruelty, So runs against all reason.
Which is too high your person. Heaven preRosse. My dearest coz,
(E.cit MESSENGER. I pray you, school yourself : But, for your hus. I dare abide no longer. band,
L. Mucd. Whither should i ty?
I have done no harın. But I remember now He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knoirs The fits o'the season. I dare uot speak much ! ani in this earthy world ; where, to do barm, further :
Is often laudable ; to do good, sometime, But cruel are the tiunes, when we are traitors,
Accounted dangerous folly : Why then, alas! And do not kilow ourselyes; when we hold Do I put up that womanly defence, raniou
To say I have done to harm What are these From what we fear, yet know not what we
L. Macd. I hope in no place so unsanctified, Things at the worst will cease, or else climb Where such as thou may'st find him. upward
Mur. He's a traitor.
Mur. What, you ef!?
(Stabbing him. L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet be's father-| Young fry of treachery? less.
Son. He has killed me, mother ;
[Exit Lady MacDUFF, crying murder, it would be my disgrace, and your discomfort:
and pursued by the MURDERERS. I take my leave at once.
[Erit Rosse. L. Macd. Şirrah, l your father's dead ; SCENE III.--England.-A Room in the And what will you do now? How will you
Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF.
Mal. Let iis seek out some desolate shade,
Weep our sad bosoms empty.
Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good The pit-fall nor the gin.
inor, Son. Why should i, inother? Poor birds they Bestride our downfallu birthdom : 1 Each new are not set for.
New widows howl: new orplians cry ; new My father is not dead, for all your saying.
sorroll's L. Macit. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds for a father?
As if it felt with Scotland, and yeli'd out
Like syllable of dolour. • Follow
Mai. What I believe, l'll wail ; + 1. e. Our flight is considered as evidence of our treason. i Natural atiection.
Sirrah was not, in our author's time, a term • I am perfectly acquainted with your sank. of reproach.
What know, believe ; and, what I can redress, In nature is a tyranny; it hath been
Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty, Was once thought honest : you have lov'd him And yet seem cold, the time you may so hood. well ;
wink. He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young ; We have willing dames enough ; there cannot be but something
That vulture in you to devour so many, You may deserve of him througla me ; and As will to greatness dedicate themselves, wisdom
Finding it so inclin'd. To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb,
Mal. With this, there grows, To appease an angry god.
In my 'most ill-compos'd affection, such Nacd. I am not treacherous.
A stanchless avarice, that, were 1 king, Mal. But Macbeth is.
I should cut off the nobles for their lands: A good aud virtuous nature may recoil,
Desire his jewels, and this other's house : In an imperial charge. But 'crave your par- And my more. baving would be as a sauce don ;
To make me hunger more ; that I should forge That which you are, my thoughts cannot trans- Quarrels unjust against the good, and loyal, pose :
Destroying them for wealth, Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell; Macd. This avarice Though all things foul would wear the brows of Sticks deeper ; grows with more pernicious root grace,
Than summer-seeding lust : and it bath been Yet grace must still look so.
The sword of our slain kings : Yet do not fear; Macd. I bave lost my hopes.
Scotland hath foysons * to fill up your will, Mul. Perchance, even there, where I did find of your mere own : All these are portable, + my doubts.
With other graces weigh’d. Why in that rawness left you wife and child, Mal. But I have none : The king-becoming (Those precious motives, those strong kuots of
As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, Without leave taking ?--I pray yon,
Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, But mine' own safeties : - You may be rightly ! have no relish of them ; but abound just,
In the division of each several crime, Whatever I shall think.
Acting it many ways. Nay, bad i power, 1 Macd. Bleed, bleed, poor country!
should Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, For goodness dares not check thee! wear thou Uproar the universal peace, confound thy wrongs,
All unity on earth. Thy title is afseer'd! 1- Fare thee well, lord : Macd. O Scotland I Scotland ! I would not be the villain that thou think'st Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak : For the whole space that's in the tyrant's I am as I bave spoken. grasp,
Macd. Fit to govern ! And the rich east to boot.
No, not to live.-O nation miserable, Mal. Be not offended :
With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd, I speak not as in an absolute fear of you.
When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again ? I think, our country sinks beneath the yoke ; Since that the truest issue of thy throne It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash By bis own interdiction stands accurs'd, Is added to her wounds : I think, withal,
And does blaspheme bis breed 2-Thy royal There would be hands uplifted in my right :
father. And here, from gracious England, have I offer Was a most sainted king ; the queen, that bore of goodly thousands : But, for all this,
These evils thou repeat'st upon thysell,
Have banish'd me from Scotland.-0 my By him that shall succeed.
breast, Macb. What should he be ?
Thy hope ends here!
Child of integrity, bath from my soul
beth With my confineless harms.
By many of these trains hathg sought to win me Macd. Not in the legions
Into his power ; and modest wisdom plucks me of horrid hell, can come a devil more damn'd From over-credulous haste : But God above In evils to top Machetb.
Deal between thee and me I for even now Mal. I grant him bloody,
I put myself to thy direction, and Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,
Unspeak mine own detraction : here abjnre Sudden, || malicious, smacking of every sin
The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
Scarcely have coveted what was miue own; Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up At no time broke my faitb ; would not betray The cistern of my lust ; and my desire
The devil to his fellow ; and delight All continent impediments would o'er-bear,
No less in truth than life : my first false speak. That did oppose my will : Belter Macbeth,
ing Than such a ove to reign.
Was this upon myself : What I am truly, Macd, Bouudless intemperance
Is tbine and poor country's, to command
Whither, indeed, before thy bere-approach, • Befriend. + 1. c. A good mind may recede from goodness in the All ready at a point, was setting forth :
Old Siward, with ten thonsand warlike men, (xecution of a royal commission. 1 Legally settled by those who had the final adjudi.
+ May be endured, Lascivious. I Passionate.
• Over-hasty credulity.
Now we'll together : And the chance of good. For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot : ness
Now is the time of help ; your eye in Scotland Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you would create soldiers, make our women tight, silent?
To doff • their dire distresses, Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome things Mul. Be it their comfort, at once,
We are coming thither; gracious England hath 'Tis hard to reconcile.
Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men ;
An older and a better soldier Done
That Christendom gives out. Mal. Well; more anon.-Comes the king Rosse. 'Would I could answer forth, I pray you ?
This comfort with the like! But I have words, Doct. Ay, Sir: here are a crew of wretched TI would be howl'd out in the desert air, souls,
Where hearing should not latch t them.
Rosse. No miod, that's bonest,
Pertains to you alone. Mal. Tis call'd the evil :
Mucd. If it be mine, A most miraculous work in this good king; Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. Which often, since my here-remain in Eng. Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue land,
(sound, I have seen bim do. How be solicits heaven, Which shall possess them with the heaviest Himself best knows : but strangely-visited That ever yet they heard. people,
Macd. Humphi i guess at it. All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, Rosse. Your castle is surpriz'd: your wife, The mere despair of surgery, he cures ;
and babes, Hanging a golden stamp + abont their necks, Savagely slanghter'd : to relate the manner, Put on with holy prayers : and 'tis spoken, Were, on the quarry ý of these murder'd deer, To the succeeding royalty he leaves
To add the death of you. Tbe healing benediction. With this strange vir- Mal. Merciful heaven !tue,
What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy ;
Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not And sundry blessings hang about his throne,
speak, That speak him full of grace.
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it
break. Enter Rosse.
Macd. My children too Macd. See, who comes here !
Rosse. Wire, children, servants, all
Macd. And I must be from thence !
Mal. Be comforted ;
Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, Rosse. Sir, Amen.
To cure this deadly grief, Wacd. Stands Scotland where it did 3
Macd. He bas no children.--All my pretty Rasse. Alas, poor conntry;
ones 3 Alnost afraid to know itself! It cannot
Did you say, all ?-0 hell-kite 1- All ? Be call'd our mother, but our grave : where Whai, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, nothing,
At one fell swoop ?
But I must also feel it as a man :
That were not precious to me.-Did heaven A moderu ecstacy;t the dead man's knell
look oli, Is there scarce ask’d, for who ; and good men's And would not take their part ? Sinful Macduff, Exire before the flowers iu their caps, [lives, They were all struck for thee! nanght that I am, Dying, or ere they sicken.
Not for their own demerits, but for mine, Macd. O relation,
Fell slaughter on their souls : Heaven rest them Too nice, and yet too true!
Dow! Mal. What is the newest grief?
Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword : Rosse. Tbat of an hour's age doth biss the
[it. speaker ;
Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage Each mionte treins a new one.
Macd. 0 I could play the woman with mine Macd. How does my wife ?
eyes, Rosse. Why, well.
And braggart with my tougue !--But, gentle Macd. And all my children ?
beaven, Rosse, Well too.
Cut short all intermission ; $ front to front, Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself ; peace?
Within my sword's length set bim ; if he'scape, Rosse. No ; they were well at peace, when 1 Heaven forgive him too ! did leave them.
Mal. This tune goes manly. Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech ; How Come, go we to the king; our power is ready ;
Our lack is nothing but our leave : Macbeth Rosse. When I came hither to transport the Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above tidings,
Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour
you may ; of many worthy fellows that were ont;
The night is long, that never finds the day. Which was to my belief witness'd the rather,
• Overpowers, snlıduer. Ampl ment to the Stuarts, who touched for the
• Put off. + Catch.
* A grief that has a single owner. Common distress of mind.
The game after it is killed.
| All pause.
the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me
your band; What's done, cannot be undone : To SCENE 1.-Dunsinane.- A Room in the Cas- bed, to bed, to bed. (Erit Lady MACBETH. tle.
Doct. Will she go now to bed ?
Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: Vana
tural deeds Doct. I have two nights watched with you, Do breed unnatural troubles : Infected minds but can perceive no truth in your report. When To their deaf pillows will discharge their sewas it she last walked ? Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, More needs she the divine, than the physi.
crets. I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her
cian.night-gown upon her, unlock her closet, take wards seal it, and again return to bed ; yet all Aud still keep eyes upon her :-So, good night : forth paper, fold it, write upon it, read it,'after-God, God, forgive us all ! Look after her ;
Remove from her the means of all annoyance, this while in a most fast sleep.
Doct. A great perturbation in nature ! to re-My mind she has inated, and amaz'd my ceive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the
I think, but dare not speak. effects of watching.-In this slumbry agitation,
Gent. Good night, good doctor. (Exeunt. besides her walking, and other actual per: formances, what, at any time, bave you heard SCENE 11.—The Country near Dunsinane. her sayt
Gent. That, Sir, which I will not report after Enter with Drum and Colours, MENTETH, her.
CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOX, and Soldiers. Doct. You may, tô me ; and 'tis most meet
Ment. The English power is near, led ou by you should. Gent. Neither to you, nor any one; baving His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff.
Malcolm, no witness to confirm my speech.
Revenges burn in them : for their dear causes Enter Lady MACBETH, with a Taper.
Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm,
Excite the mortitied man. + Lo you, here she comes ! This is her very guise ; Ang. Near Birnam wood and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe ber; Shall we well meet them; that way are they stand close.
coming Doct. How came she by that light?
Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his Gent. Why, it stood by ber : she has light by
brother? ber continually ; 'tis her command.
Len. For certain, Sir, be is not : I have a Doct. You see, her eyes are open.
file Gent. Ay, but their sense is sout.
of all the gentry ; there is Siward's son, Doct. Wliat is it she does now? Look, how and many unrough I youths, but even now she rubs her bands.
Protest tbeir first of manhood. Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, Ment. What does the tyrant ? to seem thus washing her hands; I have kuown Cath. Great Dunsinane be strongly fortifies : her continue in this a quarter of an hour. Some say, he's mad; others, ibal lesser haiLady M. Yet here's a spot.
him, Doci. Hark, she speaks : I will set down what Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, comes from her, to satisfy iny remembrance the He cannot buchle his distemper'd cause more strongly:
Within the belt of rule. Lady M. Out, damned spot ! out, I say !- Ang. Now does he feel One ; Two; Why, then 'tis tine to do't :--Hell His secret murders sticking on his bands : is murky! - Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach ; afear'd? What need we fear who knows it, Those he commands, move only in command, when none cau call our power to acconnt !-Yet Nothing in love : now does he feel the title who would have thought the old mau to have had Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe Bo much blood in him?
Upon a dwarfish thief. Doct. Do you mark that?
Ment. Who then shall blame Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife ; His pester'd senses to recoil and start, Where is she now- -What will these when all that is within him does condemn hands ne'er be clean ?-No more o'that, my Itself, for being there? lord, no more o'that: you mar all with this Cath. Well, march we on, starting
To give obedience where 'uis truly ow'd : Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you Meet we the medecin g of the sickly weal; should not.
And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Gent. She has spoke what she should not, ! Each drop of us. am sure of that: Heaven knows what she bas
Len. Or so much as it needs, known.
To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still :
weeds. all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeted this Make we our march towards Birnam. little hand. Oh ! oh! oh!
(Exeunt, marching. Doct. What a sight is there! The heart is sorely charged.
SCENE III.-Dunsinane.-- Room in, the Gent. I would not have such a heart in my
Castle. bosom, for the dignity of the whole body. Doct. Well, well, well,-
Enter MACBETH, DOCTOR, and ATTENDANTS. Gent. 'Pray God, it be, sir.
Macb. Bring me no more reports ; let them Doct. This disease is beyond my practice :
fly all ; Yet I have known those which have walked in Till Biryam wood remove to Dunsinane, their sleep, who have died holily in their beds.
I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy MalLady M. Wash your hands, put on your
(know night gown ; look not so pale :-1 tell you yet was he not born of woman? The spirits that again Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of All mortal consequeuts, pronounc'd me thus : bis grave.
Fear not, Macbeth ; no man, that's born of Doct. Even so ?
woman, Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at
+ A religious; and nsectic • Dark.