Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill [Descends. Shall come against him. Unfix his earth-bound root? sweet bodements! good! Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth All. Seek to know no more. Macb. I will be satisfied: deny me this, And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know :Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this? [Hautboys. 1 Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show! 3 Witch. Show! All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like shadows, so depart. Eight Kings appear, and pass over the stage in order, the last with a glass in his hand; BANQUO following. Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; down! Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls :-And thy air, Why do you show me this ?-A fourth? Start, eyes! i. e. command to service like an impressed soldier. A compliment to James I., who first united the two islands, and the three kingdoms, under one head; whose house too was said to be descended from Banquo.-WARBURTON. 'tis true; Horrible sight!-Ay, now, I see, 1 Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so :-But why Our duties did his welcome pay. [Musick. The Witches dance, and vanish. Macb. Where are they? Gone?-Let this per Stand aye accursed in the calendar! Come in, without there! [nicious hour Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride: And damn'd, all those that trust them!-I did hear The galloping of horse: Who was❜t came by? Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you Macduff is fled to England. Macb. Len. Ay, my good lord. [word, Fled to England? Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st3 my dread exploits. The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it: From this moment, The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and The castle of Macduff I will surprise; 1 i. e. whose blood hath issued out at many wounds. [done: 2 antique for antic. 3 To anticipate, in the sense of, to outstrip. Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' th' sword SCENE II.-Fife. A room in Macduff's castle. Enter Lady MACDUFF, her Son, and Rosse. Rosse. L. Macd. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his Rosse. My dearest coz, Each way, and move.-I take my leave of you: And are not conscious of guilt. I Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward To what they were before.-My pretty cousin, Blessing upon you! L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort: I take my leave at once. L. Macd. [Exit Rosse. Sirrah, your father's dead; How will you live? And what will you do now? [nor lime, Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are My father is not dead, for all your saying. [not set for. L. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband? [father? L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at any market. Son. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again. Lady M. Thou speak'st with all thy wit; and yet With wit enough for thee. Son. Was my father a traitor, mother. L. Macd. Ay, that he was. Son. What is a traitor? L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies. [i'faith, L. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor, and must be hanged. Son. And must they all be hanged that swear and L. Macd. Every one. Son. Who must hang them? L. Macd. Why, the honest men. [lie? Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools: for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men, and hang up them. L. Macd. Now, God help thee, poor monkey! But how wilt thou do for a father? Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him: if you would not, it were a good sign that I should quickly have a new father. L. Macd. Poor prattler! how thou talk'st. Enter a Messenger. Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, Though in your state of honour I am perfect,' Be not found here; hence, with your little ones. Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you! L. Macd. Whither should I fly? Enter Murderers. Mur. Where is your husband? [faces? -What are these L. Macd. I hope, in no place so unsanctified, Where such as thou may'st find him. Mur. Son. Thou ly'st, thou shag-ear'd3 villain. Mur. He's a traitor. What, you egg? [Stabbing him. Son. He has kill'd me, mother: Run away, I [Dies. Young fry of treachery? pray you. [Exit Lady MACDUFF, crying murder, and pursued by the Murderers. 1i. e. Though I am perfectly acquainted with your rank. i. e. not to acquaint you with your danger. 3 Perhaps we should read shag-haired. |