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Mal. Oh, by whom
Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem’d, had done’t: Their hands and faces were all badg’d with blood, So were their daggers, which, unwip'd, we found Upon their pillows; they star'd, and were distracted; No man's life was to be trusted with them.
[Ereunt MALcol M and DoNALBAIN.
Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury, That I did kill them.
Macd. Wherefore did you so
Macb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temperate, and
Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man:
Ban. Fears and scruples shake us:
Macb. And so do I.
All. So all.
Macd. Let's briefly put on manly readiness,
All. Well contented. [Ereunt.
SCEN E II.
A Wood on the Skirt of a Heath.
Enter the Three Witches, and a Chorus of WITCHEs.
1 Witch. Speak, sister, speak, is the deed done? 2. Witch. Long ago, long ago; Above twelve glasses since have run. 3 Witch. Ill deeds are seldom slow, Nor single; following crimes on former wait; The worst of creatures fastest propagate. Chor. Many more murders must this one ensue; Dread horrors still abound, And every place surround, As if in death were found Propagation too. 1 Witch. He must,2 Witch. He shall,— 3 Witch. He will spill much more blood, And become worse, to make his title good. Chor. He must, he will spill much more blood, And become worse, to make his title good. 1 Witch. Now let's dance. 2 Witch. Agreed. 3 Witch. Agreed. Chor. We should rejoice when good kings bleed. 1 Witch. When cattle die, about we go; When lightning and dread thunder Rend stubborn rocks in sunder, And fill the world with wonder, What should we do Chor: Rejoice, we should rejoice. 2. Witch. When winds and waves are warring, Earthquakes the mountains tearing,
And monarchs die despairing,
ACT THE THIRD.
MacBeth's Castle at Inverness.
Enter MAcDuff, meeting LENox.
Len. How goes the world, sir, now?
Len. Is i known, who did this more than bloody deed P
Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain.
Len. Alas, the day! -
Macd. They were suborn'd :
Len. 'Gainst nature still ;
Macd. He is already nam'd; and gone to Scone, To be invested.
Len. Where is Duncan's body?
Macd. Carried to Colmes-kill;
Len. Will you to Scone?
Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife.
Len. Well, I will thither.
Macd. Well, may you see things well done there;
Lest our old robes sit easier than our new [Ereunt.
Enter BANQuo and FLEANCE.
Ban. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all. As the weird women promis'd ; and, I fear, Thou play'dst most foully for't; yet it was said, It should not stand in thy posterity:
But that myself should be the root, and father
[Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. But, hush ; no more.
Enter MACBETH, as KING; SEYTon, LEN ox, Rossk, and ATTEN DANTs.
Macb. Here's our chief guest:
Ban. Let your highness
Macb. Ride you this afternoon?
Ban. Ay, my good lord.
Macb. We should have else desir'd your good
(Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,) In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow. Is’t far you ride
Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time "Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better, I must become a borrower of the night, For a dark hour, or twain.
Macb. Fail not our feast.
Ban. My lord, I will not.
Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd In England, and in Ireland; not confessing Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers With strange invention: But of that to-morrow ;