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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,

Shall draw him on to his confusion:
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear :

And you all know, security
Is mortals' chiefest enemy.

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,
Whom, you may say, if it please you, Fleance kill'd, Wool of bat, and tongue or dog,
For Fléance fled. Men must not walk too late. Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,
It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain, For a charm of powerful trouble,
To kill their gracious father ? damned fact !

Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight, AU. Double, double toil and trouble,
In pious rage, the two delinquents tear,

Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.
That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep? 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf;
Was not that nobly done ? Ay, and wisely too; Witches' mummy; maw, and gull,
For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive, or the ravin'd' salt-sea shark;
To hear the men deny it. So that, I say, Root of hemlock, digg'd i'the dark;
He has borne all things well: and I do think, Liver of blaspheming Jew;
That, had he Duncan's sons under his key Gall of goat, and slips of yew,
(As, an't please heaven, he shall not,) they should Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse;

Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips
What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. Finger of birth-strangled babe,
But, peace!—for from broad words, and 'cause he Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,

Make the gruel thick and slab:
His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear

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.
From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, 2 Wilch. Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Lives in the English court; and is received Then the charm is firm and good.
Of the most pious Edward with such grace,
That the malevolence of fortune nothing

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,
Hath so exasperate the king, that he

You that mingle may.
Prepares for some attempt of war.

Sent he to Macduff? Something wicked this way comes :

2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs,
Lord. He did : and with an absolute, Sir, not 1, Open, locks, whoever knocks.
The cloudy messenger turns me his back,
And hums; as who should say, You'll rue the time

Enter Macbeth.
That clogs me with this answer.

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,

'tis true;

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 ?-
Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises. And show the best of our delights;

Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprights, 19
App: Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!- I'll charm the air to give a sound,
Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee. While you perform your antique round:

Be bloody, bold, That this great king may kindly say,
And resolute: laugh to scorn the power of man, Our duties did his welcome pay.
For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.

(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!
But yet I'll make assurance doubly sure, Come in, without there!
And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live;

Enter Lenox.
That I may tell pale-hearted fear, it lies,
And sleep in spite of thunder.-What is this,


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



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Macduff is Aed to England.

L. Mocd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do foi
Fled to England ?

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.
Unless the deed go with it: From this moment, L. Macd. Thou speak'st with all thy wit; and
The very firstlings of my heart shall be

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.
The castle of Macduff I will surprise ;

Son. What is a traitor ?
Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o'the sword L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies.
His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls Son. And be all traitors, that do so ?
That trace? his line. No boasting like a fool ; L. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor,
This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool : and must be hanged.
But no more sights !-Where are these gentlemen ? Son. And must they all be hang'd, that swear
Come, bring me where they are. (Exeunt. and lie ?

L. Macd. Every one.
SCENE II.-Fife. A room in Macduff's castle.
Enter Lady Macduff, her Son, and Rosse.

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
Rosse. You must have patience, madam. honest men, and hang up them.
L. Macd.

He had none: L. Macd. Now, God help thee, poor monkey?
His flight was madness: When our actions do not, But how wilt thou do for a father?
Our fears do make us traitors.*

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.
L. Macd. Wisdom to leave his wife, to leave L. Macd. Poor prattler! how thou talk'st!
his babes,

Enter a Messenger.
His mansion, and his titles, in a place
From whence himself does fly? He loves us not ;

Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you
He wants the natural touch :* for the poor wren,

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,
I pray you, school yourself: But, for your husband, Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve
He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows

vou !
The fits o'the season. i 'dare not speak much I dare abide no longer. (Exit Messenger.
further :

L. Macd.

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,
But float upon a wild and violent sea,

Accounted dangerous folly: Why then, alas !
Each way, and move.-1 take my leave of you: Do I put up that womanly defence,
Shall not be long but I'll be here again :

To say I have done no harm I-What are these Things at the worst will cease, or else climb up

faces ? ward

Enter Murderers.
To what they were before.—My pretty cousin, Mur. Where is your husband ?
Bles: upon you!

L. Macd. I hope in no place so unsanctified,
L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. Where such as thou may'si find him.
Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, Mur.

He's a traitor.
It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort: Son. Thou ly'st, thou shag-eard villain.
I take my leave at once.
[Exit Rosse. Mur.

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.

my doubts.


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
New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows The cistern of my lust; and my desire
Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds All continent impediments would o'er-bear,
As if it felt with Scotland, and yellid out That did oppose my will) Better Macbeth,
Like syllable of dolour.

Than such a one to reign.
What I believe, I'll wail; Macd.

Boundless intemperance
What know, believe; and, what I can redress, In nature is a tyranny; it hath been
As I shall find the time to friend, 2 I will. The untimely emptying of the happy throne,
What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance. And fall of many kings. But fear not yet
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongue, To take upon you what is yours: you may
Was once thought honest : you have lov'd him well; Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty,
He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young; but And yet seem cold, the time you may so hood-wink.

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.
I have lost my hopes. Macd.

This avarice
Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did find Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root

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.

graces, Macd.

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!
There would he hands uplifted in my right; No, not to live.-0 nation miserable,
And here, from gracious England, have I offer With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd,
of goodly thousands : But, for all this,

When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again ?
When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, Since that the truest issue of thy throne
Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country By his own interdiction stands accurs'd,
Shall have more vices than it had besore; And does blaspheme his breed ?—Thy royal father
More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever, Was a most sainted king; the queen, that bore thee,
By him that shall succeed.

Ofner upon her knees than on her feet,

What should he be? (Died every day she lived. Fare thee well!
Mal. It is myself I mean: in whom I know These evils, thou repeat'st upon thyself,
All the particulars of vice so grasled,

Have banish'd me from Scotland. -0, my breast,
That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth Thy hope ends here!
Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state Mal.

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.

(7) Plenty.

(8) May be endured

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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.
Enter a Doctor.


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?
Sir, Amen. Rosse.

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.


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