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I'll catch it ere it come to ground:
May soon return to this our suffering country And that, distill’d by magic slights,
Under a hand accurs'd ! Shall raise such artificial sprites,
My prayers with himn! As, by the strength of their illusion,
SCENE 1.A dark cave. In the middle a caul. Song. [Within.] Come away, come away, foc. dron boiling. Thunder. Enter three Witches. Hark, I am call?d; my little spirit, see,
1 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. (Erit. 2 Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whin'd. 1 Witch. Come, let's make haste ; she'll soon be 3 Witch. Harper cries :"Tis time, 'tis time back again.
(Exeunt. 1 Wilch. Round about the cauldron go; SCENE VI.-Fores. A room in the palace. En- In the poison'd entrails throw.ter Lenox and another Lord.
Toad, ihat under coldest stone,
Days and nights hast thirty-one Len. My former speeches have but hit your Swelter'da venom sleeping got, thoughts,
Boil thou first i'the charmed pot! Which can interpret further : only, I say, AU. Double, double toil and trouble ; Things have been strangely borne: The gracious Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble. Duncan
2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, Was pitied of Macbeth:-marry, he was dead :- In the cauldron boil and bake : And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late ;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, Macduff lives in disgrace: Sir, can you tell For the ingredients of our cauldron. Where he bestows himself?
AU. Double, double toil and trouble ;
The son of Duncan, Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.
Enter Hecate, and the other three Witches. Takes from his high respect: Thither Macduff Hec. 0, well done! I commend your pains ; Is gone to pray the holy king, on his aid
And every one shall share i'the gains. To wake Northumberlend, and warlike Siward : And now about the cauldron sing, That by the help of these (with Him above
Like elves and fairies in a ring, To ratify the work,) we may again
Enchanting all that you put in. Give to our table meat, sleep to our nights;
SONG. Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives;
Black spirits and white, Do faithful homage, and receive free honours,'
Red spirits and grey; All which we pine for now : And this report
Mingle, mingle, mingle,
You that mingle may.
Sent he to Macduff? Something wicked this way comes :
2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs,
Macb. How now, you secret, black, and midLen. And that well might
night hags? Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance What is't you do? His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel AU.
A deed without a name. Fly to the court of England, and unfold His message ere he come; that a swift blessing (3) This word is employed to signify that the
animal was hot, and sweating with venom, although (1) Honours freely bestowed.
sleeping under a cold stone. (2) For exasperated
(4) The throat. (5) Ravenous. (6) Entrails.
Macb. I conjure you, by that which you profess, Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill (Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me: Shall come against him.
(Descends. Though you untie the winds, and let them fight Macb.
That will never be; Against the churches; though the yesty' waves Who can impress the forest ;8 bid the tree Confound and swallow navigation up;
Unfix his earth-bound root ? sweet bodemnents! good! Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood down ;
Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth Though castles topple: on their warders' heads ; Shall live the lease of nalure, pay his breath Though palaces, and pyramids, do slope To time, and mortal custom.-Yet my heart Their heads to their foundations; though the trea- Throbs to know one thing; Tell me, (if your art
Can tell so much,) shall Banquo's issue ever Of nature's germins* tumble all together,
Reign in this kingdom ? Even till destruction sicken, answer me
Seek to know no more. To what I ask you.
Macb. I will be satisfied : deny me this, 1 Wilch. Speak.
And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know:2 Wilch.
Why sinks that cauldron ? and what noise is this? 3 Witch. We'll answer.
(Haulboys. 1 Witch. Say, if thou’d’st rather hear it from our
1 Wilch. Show ! mouths,
2 Witch, Show! Or from our masters'?
3 Witch. Show! Vacb.
Call them, let me see them. All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; 1 Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten Come like shadows, so depart. Her nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten
Eight Kings appear, and pass over the stage in From the murderer's gibbet, throw
order; the last with a glass in his hand; BanInto the flame. ANI. Come, high, or low;
quo following: Thyself, and office, deslly show.
Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo:
down! Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head rises. Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls:-And thy hair, Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power, Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first :1 Witch.
He knows thy thought ; A third is like the former :-Filthy hags! Hear his speech, but say thou nought.
Why do you show me this?—A fourth?—Start, eyes! App. Macbeth ! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware What! will the line stretch out to the crack of Macduff;
doom 210 Beware the thane of Fife.-Dismiss me:-Enough. Another yet?-A seventh ?—I'll see no more:
(Descends. And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass, Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, which shows ine many more ; and some I see, thanks;
That two-fold balls and treble sceptres carry: Thou hast harp'de my fear aright :-But one word Horrible sight!-Av, now, I see,
For the blood-bolter du Banquo smiles upon me, 1 Witch. He will not be commanded : Here's And points at them for his.-What, is this so ? another,
I Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so :-But why More potent than the first.
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly ?-
Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprights, 19
Be bloody, bold, That this great king may kindly say,
(Music. The Witches dance, and vanish.
(Descends. Macb. Where are they? Gone ?-Let this perniMacb. Then live, Macduff; What need I fear of cious hour thee?
Stand aye accursed in the calendar!
What's your grace's will ?
Macb. Saw you the wierd sisters ? Thunder. An Apparition of a Child crowned, with Len.
No, my lord. a tree in his hand, rises.
Macb. Came they not by you? That rises like the issue of a king;
No, indeed, my lord. And wears upon his baby brow the round
Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride; And top of sovereignty ?"
And damn'd, all those that trust them!-I did hear AU.
Listen, but speak not. The galloping of horse: Who was't came by? App. Be lion-mettled, proud ; and take no care Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you Who chases, who frets, or where conspirers are :
word, Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until
(7) The round is that part of a crown which en(1) Frothy. (2) Laid flat by wind or rain. circles the head: the top is the ornament which (3) Tumble.
rises above it. (4) Seeds which have begun to sprout.
(8) Who can command the forest to serve him (5) Adroitly.
like a soldier impressed? (€) Touch'd on a passion as a harper touches al (9) Music. (10) The dissolution of nature. string.
(11) Besmeared with blood. (12) i. e. Spirits
Macduff is Aed to England.
L. Mocd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do foi
a father? Len. Ay, my good lord.
Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband ? Macb. Time 'thou anticipat'st' my dread ex. L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at any plois :
market. The lighty purpose never is o'ertook,
Son. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.
yet, i'faith, The firstlings of my hand. And even now
With wit enough for thee, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought Şon. Was my father a traitor, mother? and done:
L. Macd. Ay, that he was.
Son. What is a traitor ?
L. Macd. Every one.
Son. Who must hang them ?
L. Macd. Why, the honest men. f" L. Macd. What had he done, to make him fly Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools : for the land ?
there are liars and swearers enough to beat the
He had none: L. Macd. Now, God help thee, poor monkey?
Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him : if you
You know not, would not, it were a good sign that I should quickWhether it was his wisdom, or his fear.
Hly have a new father.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you
known, The most diminutive of birds, will fight,
Though in your state of honour I am perfect. Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. I doubt, some danger does approach you nearly: All is the fear, and nothing is the love;
If you will take a homely man's advice, As little is the wisdom, where the flight
Be not found here; hence, with your little ones. So runs against all reason.
To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage; Rosse.
My dearest coz',
To do worse to you, were fell cruelty,
Whither should I fly? But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, I have done no harm. But I remember now And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour ! am in this earthly world ; where, to do harm, From what we fear, yet know not what we fear;
Is osten laudable : to do good, sometime,
Accounted dangerous folly: Why then, alas !
To say I have done no harm I-What are these Things at the worst will cease, or else climb up
faces ? ward
L. Macd. I hope in no place so unsanctified,
He's a traitor.
What, vou egg? L. Macd. Sirrah, your father's dead;
(Stabbing hin. And what will you do now? How will you live? Young fry of treachery? Son. As birds do, mother.
He has killed me, mother ; L. Macd. What, with worms and flies ? Run away, I pray you,
(Dies. Son. With what I get, I mean ; and so do they.
[Exit Lady Macduff, crying murder, L. Macd. Poor bird! thou'dst never fear the net,
and pursued by the Murderers. nor lime, The pit-fall, nor the gin.
SCENE III.-England.-A room in the King's Son. Why should I, motner? Poor birds they palace. Enter Malcolm and Macduff. are not set for.
Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade, and My father is not dead, for all your saying.
there (1) Preventest, by taking away the opportunity. (4) Natural affection. (2) Follow
(5) Sirrah was not in our author's time a term (3) i e. Our flight is considered as evidence of or reproach. vur treason.
(6)' I am perfectly acquainted with your rank.
Weep our sad bosoms empty.
Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Macd.
Let us rather Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good men, That has a name :(But there's no botiom, none, Bestride our downfall’n birthdom :' Each new In my voluptuousness : your wives, your daughters, morn,
Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up
Than such a one to reign.
We have willing dames enough; there cannot be You may deserve of him through me; and wisdom That vulture in you, to devour so many To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb, As will to greatness dedicate themselves, To appease an angry god.
Finding it so inclin'd. Macd. I am not treacherous.
With this, there grows, Mal.
But Macbeth is. In my most ill-compos'd affection, such A good and virtuous nature may recoil,
A stanchless avarice, that were I king, In an imperial charge. But 'crave your pardon; I should cut off the nobles for their lands; That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose ! Desire his jewels, and this other's house : Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell : And my more-having would be as a sauce Though all things foul would wear the brows of To make me hunger more; that I should forge grace,
Quarrels unjust against the good, and loyal, Yet grace must still look so.
Destroying them for wealth.
Than summer-seeding lust: and it hath been Why in that rawness left you wife and child The sword of our slain kings : Yet do not sear; (Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,) Scotland hath foysons' to fill up your will, Without leave-taking ?-I pray, you,
of your mere own: All these are portable, Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, With other graces weigh'd. But mine own safeties :-You may be rightly just, Mal. But I have none : The king-becoming Whatever I shall think.
Bleed, bleed, poor country! As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, For goodness darés not check thee! wear thou thy Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, wrongs,
I have no relish of them ; but abound Thy title is affeerd. '_Fare thee well, lord : In the division of each several crime, I would not be the villain that thou think'st Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp, Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, And the rich east to boot.
Uproar the universal peace, confound Mal.
Be not offended : All unity on earth. I speak not as in absolute fear of you.
O Scotland! Scotland ! I think, our country sinks bencath the yoke ; Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak; It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash I am as I have spoken. Is added to her wounds: I think, withal,
Fit to govern!
When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again ?
Ofner upon her knees than on her feet,
What should he be? (Died every day she lived. Fare thee well!
Have banish'd me from Scotland. -0, my breast,
Macduff, this noble passion, Esteem him as a lamb, being compar'd
Child of integrity, hath from my soul With my confineless harms.
Wip'd the black scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts Macd.
Not in the legions To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth Of horrid hell, can come a devil more damn'd By many of these trains hath sought to win me In evils, to top Macbeth.
Into his power: and modest wisdom plucks me Mal. I grant him bloody,
(4) Legally settled by those who had the final (1) Birthright. (2) Befriend.
adjudication. (3) i. e. A good mind may recede from goodness (5) Lascivious. (6) Passionate. in the execution of a royal commission.
(8) May be endured
goes it ?
From over-credulous haste:' But God above Mal.
What is the newest grief? Deal between thee and me! for even now
Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the I put myself to thy direction, and
speaker ; Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure Each minute teems a new one. The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
How does my wise ? For strangers to my nature. I am yet
Rosse. Why, well. Unknown to woman; never was forsworn;
And all my children? Scarcely have coveted what was mine own;
Well too. At no time broke my faith; would not betray Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace! The devil to his fellow; and delight
Rosse. No; they were well at peace, when I did No less in truth, than life : my first false speaking leave them. Was this upon mysell : What I am truly,
Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech ; How Is thine, and my poor country's, to command:
vhither, indeed, before thy here-approach, Rosse. When I came hither to transport the Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men,
tidings, All ready at a point, was setting forth :
Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour Now we'll together; And the chance, of goodness, of many worthy fellows that were out; Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent? Which was to my belief witness'd the rather, Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome things at For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot: once,
Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland 'Tis hard to reconcile.
Would create soldiers, make our women fight,
To doff their dire distresses.
Be it their comfort, Mal. Well; more anon.-Comes the king forth, We are coming thither: gracious England hath I pray you ?
Lent us good Siward, and ten thousand men; Doct. Ay, sír: there are a crew of wretched souls, An older, and a better soldier, none, That stay his cure: their malady convincesa That Christendom gives out. The great assay of art ; but, at his touch,
'Would I could answer Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand, This comfort with the like! But I have words, They presenlly amend,
That would be howl'd out in the desert air, Mal. I thank you, doctor. (Ex. Doct. Where hearing should not latch them. Macd. What is the disease he means?
What concern they ? Mal.
'Tis call'd the evil : The general cause ? or is it a see-grief,' A most miraculous work in this good king; Due to some single breast ? Which often since my here-remain in England, Rosse.
No mind, that's honest, I have seen him do. "How he solicits beaven, But in it shares some wo; though the main part Himself best knows: but strangely-visited people, Pertains to you alone. All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye,
If it be mine, The mere despair of surgery, he cures ;
Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. Hanging a golden stamp: about their necks, Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for Put on with holy prayers : and 'tis spoken,
ever, To the succeeding royalty he leaves
Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound, The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, That ever yet they heard. He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy;
Humph! I guess at it. And sundry blessings hang about his throne, Rosse. Your castle is surpris:d ; your wife, and That speak him full of grace.
babes, Enter Rosse.
Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner,
Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer, Macd.
See, who comes here? To add the death of you. Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not. Mal.
Merciful heaven!Macd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Mal. I know him now :-Good God, betimes Give sorrow words: the grief, that does not speak,
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. The means that make us strangers !
Macd. My children too?
Wise, children, servants, all Macd. Stands Scotland where it did ?
That could be found. Rosse,
Alas, poor country;
And I must be from thence ! Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot
My wife kill'd too? Be call'd our mother, but our grave: where nothing, Rosse.
I have said. But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile; Mal,
Be comforted : Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks that rent the Let's make us med'eines of our great revenge, air,
To cure this deadly grief. Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems Macd. He has no children.-All my pretty ones ? A modern ecstasy;o the dead man's knell Did you say, all ?-0, hell-kite !-AN! Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, lives
At one fell swoop? Expire before the flowers in their caps,
Mal. Dispute it like a man. Dying, or ere they sicken.
I shall do so; Macd.
0, relation But I must also feel it as a man: Too nice, and yet too true!
I cannot but remember such things were, (1) Over-hasty credulity.
(4) Common distress of mind. (5) Put ofl. (2) Overpowers, subdues,
(6) Cateh. (7) A grief that has a single owner. (3) The coin called an angel.
(8) The game after it is killed.