That seems to speak things strange. Rosse. God save the king! Where the Norweyan banners flout' the sky, Norway himself, with terrible numbers, Dun. Rosse. That now Great happiness! All. The weird sisters, hand in hand, Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, Enter Macbeth and Banquo. Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores ?-What are these, So wither'd, and so wild in their attire; By each at once her choppy finger laying Macb. Speak, if you can ;-What are you? 1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis ! 2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! Things that do sound so fair?-I'the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed [Exeunt. Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Enter the Of noble having, 10 and of royal hope, 1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? 2 Witch. Killing swine. 3 Witch. Sister, where thou? 1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd:Give me, quoth I: 4 Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon' cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the Tiger: But in a sieve I'll thither sail, And, like a rat without a tail, I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do. 2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind. 1 Witch. Thou art kind. 3 Witch. And I another. 1 Witch. I myself have all the other; And the very ports they blow, All the quarters that they know I will drain him dry as hay: 2 Witch. Show me, show me. 1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd, as homeward he did come. 3 Witch. A drum, a drum ; Macbeth doth come. [Drum within. (1) Mock. (2) Shakspeare means Mars. (5) A scurvy woman fed on offals. That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, 1 Witch. Hail! 2 Witch. Hail! 3 Witch. Hail! 1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happ er. 3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: So, all hail, Macbeth, and Barquo! 1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail! Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman; and to be king, S'ands not within the prospect of belief, No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence You owe this strange intelligence? or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting?-Speak, I charge [Witches vanish. Mach. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so? Without my stir. Enter Rosse and Angus. Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, The news of thy success: and when he reads Tay personal venture in the rebels' fight, His wonders and his praises do contend, Which should be thine, or nis: Sdenc'd with that, In viewing o'er the rest o'the self-same day, He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Nothing afeard o' what thyself didst make, S range images of death. As thick as rale,1 Cime post with post; and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, And pour'd them down before him. Ang. We are sent, To rive thee, from our royal master, thanks; To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee. Rosse. And, for an earness of a greater honour, Ban. In borrow'd robes ? Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet; But under heavy judzment bears that life Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was Co abin'd with Norway; or did line the rebel With hidden help and vantage; or that with both He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not; Bat treasons capital, confess'd, and prov'd, Have overthrown him. Glamis, the thane of Cawdor: The greatest is behind.-Thanks for your pains. Do you not hope your children shall be kings, When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, Promis'd no less to them? Macb. Ban. That, trusted home, Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange: And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths; Win us with honest trifles, to betray us In deepest consequence. Cousins, a word, I pray you. Macb. Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Cannot be ill; cannot be good: If ill, Ban. (1) As fast as they could be counted. (2) Title. (3) Stimulate. (5) Temptation. (7) The powers of lecture. (4) Encitement. New honours come upon him Like our strange garments; cleave not to their mould, But with the aid of use. Mach. Come what come may; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your lei sure. Mach. Give me your favour:-my dull brain was wrought With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the king.- Ban. Very gladly. Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends. [Ere. SCENE IV.-Fores. A room in the Palace. Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, and attendants. Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Those in commission yet return'd? Mal. My liege, They are not yet come back. But I have spoke With one that saw him die: who did report, That very frankly he confess'd his treasons; Implor'd your highness' pardon; and set forth A deep repentance: nothing in his hie Became him, like the leaving it: he died As one that had been studied in his death, To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd, As 'twere a careless trifle. Dun. There's no art, Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus. To overtake thee. "Would thou hadst less deserv'd, thing Safe toward your love and honour. Dun. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labour There if I grow, The harvest is your own. (6) Firmly fixed. action are oppressed by con- mind by the lineaments of the face. (12) Exuberant. Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you: On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, Aside. Attend. So please you, it is true; our thane is coming: One of my fellows had the speed of him; Lady M. That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Enter Macbeth. For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires! Le not light see my black and deep desires: The eye svink at the hand! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. [Ex. Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant;' And in his commendations I am fed ; It is a banquet to me. Let us after him, Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome: It is a peerless kinsman. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE V-Inverness. A room in Macbeth's castle. Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a letter. Lady M. They met me in the day of success; Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! and I have learned by the perfectest report, they Thy letters have transported me beyond have more in them than mortal knowledge. When This ignorant present,1° and I feel now I burned in desire to question them further, they The future in the instant. made themselves-air, into which they vanished. Macb. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came Duncan comes here to-night. missives' from the king, who al-hailed me, Thane of Cawdor; by which title, before, these weird) sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with, Hail, king that shalt be! This Shall sun that morrow see! hace I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men partner of greatness; that thou mightest not lose May read strange matters:-To beguile the time, the aues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent and farewell. Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be Lady M. My dearest love, flower, O, never, But be the serpent under it. He that's coming Only look up clear; The illness should attend it. What thou would'st great Glamis, That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it; And that which rather thou dost fear to do, Enter an Attendant. SCENE VI-The same. [Exeunt. Before the castle. Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air This guest of summer, Altend. The king comes here to-night. Is not thy master with him? who, were't so, (9) Knife anciently meant a sword or dagger. (10) i. e. Beyond the present time, which is, according to the process of nature, ignorant of the future. (11) Look, countenance. (12) Convenient corner. Enter Lady Macbeth. Lady M. In every point twice done, and then done double, Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, Dun. Give me your hand: He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Macb. Pr'ythce, peace: I dare do all that may become a man; now What beast was it then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know How tender 'tís, to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, SCENE VII.-The same. A room in the castle. Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn, as you the stage, a Sewer, and divers Servants with Have done to this. dishes and service. Then enter Macbeth. Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, [Exeunt. It were done quickly: If the assassination If we should fail, Macb. 11 Macb. Macb. That tears shall drown the wind.-I have no spur Away, and mock the time with fairest show; To prick the sides of my intent, but only And falls on the other.-How now, what news? False face must hide what the false heart doth know. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE 1.-The same. Court within the castle. Enter Banquo and Fleance, and a servant, with a torch before them. Ban. How goes the night, boy? (5) Winds; sightless is invisible. (8) Overpower. Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear clock. in heaven, Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too. Macb. A friend. The very stones prate of my where-about, What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire :- Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed: It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, He hath been in unusual pleasure, and This diamond he greets your wife withal, Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it: By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up That death and nature do contend about them, In measureless content. Macb. Being unprepar'd, Our will became the servant to defect; Ban. Ban. It shall make honour for you. Ban. So I lose none, Macb. Good repose, the while! Bin. Thanks, sir; The like to you! [Ex. Ban. She strike upon the bell. Get thee to-bed. [Ex. Ser. The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his de Whether they live or die. Macb. [Within.] Who's there?-what, ho! Lady M. Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd, And 'tis not done :-the attempt, and not the deed, Confounds us:-Hark!-I laid their daggers ready, He could not miss them.-Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had don't.-My husband? Enter Macbeth. Macb. I have done the deed :-Didst thou not hear a noise? Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the crick ets cry. Did not you speak? Macb. When ? Now. As I descended? Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep; (4) Conclude. (5) Haft. (6) Drops. (8) Sleave is unwrought silk. |