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Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill

[Descends.

Shall come against him.
Macb.
That will never be;
Who can impress' the forest; bid the tree

Unfix his earth-bound root? sweet bodements! good!
Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood

Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth
Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath
To time, and mortal custom.-Yet my heart
Throbs to know one thing; Tell me, (if your art
Can tell so much,) shall Banquo's issue ever
Reign in this kingdom?

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,
Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first:—
A third is like the former :-Filthy hags!

Why do you show me this ?-A fourth? Start, eyes!
What! will the line stretch out to th' crack of doom?
Another yet?-A seventh ?-I'll see no more:-
And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass,
Which shows me many more; and some I see,
That two-fold balls and treble scepters carry:2

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,
For the blood-bolter'd' Banquo smiles upon me,
And points at them for his.-What, is this so?

1 Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so :-But why
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?—
Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprights,
And show the best of our delights;
I'll charm the air to give a sound,
While you perform your antique' round:
That this great king may kindly say,

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

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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
His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls
That trace his line. No boasting like a fool;
This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool:
But no more sights!—Where are these gentlemen?
Come, bring me where they are.
[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-Fife. A room in Macduff's castle.

Enter Lady MACDUFF, her Son, and Rosse.
L. Macd. What had he done, to make him fly the
Rosse. You must have patience, madam. [land?
L. Macd.
He had none :
His flight was madness: When our actions do not,
Our fears do make us traitors.

Rosse.
You know not,
Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear.

L. Macd. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his
His mansion, and his titles, in a place
[babes,
From whence himself does fly? He loves us not;
He wants the natural touch: for the poor wren,
The most diminutive of birds, will fight,
Her young ones in her nest, against the owl
All is the fear, and nothing is the love;
As little is the wisdom, where the flight
So runs against all reason.

Rosse.

My dearest coz,
I pray you, school yourself: But, for your husband,
He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows
The fits o' th' season. I dare not speak much further:
But cruel are the times, when we are traitors,
And do not know ourselves;' when we hold rumour
From what we fear, yet know not what we fear;
But float upon a wild and violent sea,

Each way, and move.-I take my leave of you:
Shall not be long but I'll be here again :

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?
Son. As birds do, mother.
L. Macd.
What, with worms and flies?
Son. With what I get, I mean; and so do they.
L. Macd. Poor bird! thou'dst never fear the net,
The pit-fall, nor the gin.

[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.
Son. And be all traitors, that do so?

[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,'
I doubt, some danger does approach you nearly :
If you will take a homely man's advice,

Be not found here; hence, with your little ones.
To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage;
To do worse to you' were fell cruelty,

Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you!
I dare abide no longer.
[Exit Messenger.

L. Macd.

Whither should I fly?
I have done no harm. But I remember now
I am in this earthly world; where, to do harm,
Is often laudable: to do good, sometime,
Accounted dangerous folly: Why then, alas!
Do I put up that womanly defence,
To say, I have done no harm?-

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.

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