Mur. Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides, With twenty trenched gashes on his head; The least a death to nature. Macb. Thanks for that.— There the grown serpent lies: the worm, that's fled, No teeth for the present.-Get thee gone; to-morrow Lady M. My royal lord, You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold [Exit Murderer. 'Tis given with welcome. To feed, were best at home; From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony, Meeting were bare without it. Sweet remembrancer!— Macb. Len. May it please your highness sit? [The Ghost of BANQUO appears, and sits in MACBETH'S place. Mach. Here had we now our country's honour roof'd, Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present; Who may I rather challenge for unkindness, Than pity for mischance! Rosse. His absence, Sir, Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your highness What, my good lord? Macb. Which of you have done this? Mach. Thou canst not say I did it: never shake Thy gory locks at me. Resse. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well. Lady M. Sit, worthy friends :-my lord is often thus, And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep seat; The fit is momentary; upon a thought He will again be well: if much you note him, Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appal the devil. Lady M. O proper stuff! This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said, You look but on a stool. When all's done, Mach. Pr'ythee, see there! behold! look! lo! how say you? Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.— If charnel-houses, and our graves, must send Those that we bury back, our monuments Shall be the maws of kites. Lady M. [Ghost disappears. What, quite unmann'd in folly Fie, for shame! Macb. If I stand here, I saw him. Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' th' olden time, Fre human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end; but now, they rise again, Lady M. Your noble friends do lack you. Macb. My worthy lord, I do forget: which is nothing Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends; I have a strange infirmity, To those that know me. Come, love and health to all; Lords. Our duties, and the pledge. Ghost re-appears. Mach. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Think of this, good peers, But as a thing of custom : 'tis no other; Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. [Ghost disappears. Why, so ;-being gone, I am a man again.—Pray you, sit still. Lady M. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admir'd disorder. Macb. Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder? You make me strange When now I think you can behold such sights, And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, When mine are blanch'd with fear. Rosse. What sights, my lord? Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse; Question enrages him: at once, good night :— Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once. Len. Good night; and better health Attend his majesty! Lady M. A kind good night to all! [Exeunt all except MACBETH and LADY MACBETH. Macb. It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood: Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; Augurs, and understood relations, have By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, which is which. Lady M. Did you send to him, Sir? Mach. I hear it by the way; but I will send : More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, Stept in so far, that, should I wade no more, Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, sleep. We are yet but young in deed. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-The Heath. Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting HECATE. I Witch. Why, how now, Hecate! you look angely. Saucy and overbold? How did you dare To trade and traffic with Macbeth, In riddles, and affairs of death; And, which is worse, all you have done Spiteful and wrathful; who, as others do, But make amends now: get you gone, And at the pit of Acheron Meet me i' the morning: thither he Your vessels and your spells provide, Your charms, and every thing beside. Great business must be wrought ere noon: Upon the corner of the moon There hangs a vaporous drop profound; I'll catch it ere it come to ground: And that, distill'd by magic sleights, He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear Is mortals' chiefest enemy. [Song within, "Come away, come away," &c. Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. [Exit. I Witch. Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again. [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-FORES. A Room in the Palace. Enter LENOX and another Lord. Len. My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, Which can interpret farther: only, I say, Things have been strangely borne. The gracious Duncan It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain To kill their gracious father? damnèd fact! That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep? He has borne all things well: and I do think, That, had he Duncan's sons under his key, (As, an 't please heaven, he shall not,) they should find But, peace!-for from broad words, and 'cause he fail'd Macduff lives in disgrace: Sir, can you tell Where he bestows himself? Lord. The son of Duncan, From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, Of the most pious Edward with such grace, |