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Was never call'd to bear niy part,

How did it grieve Macbeth! did he not straight, Or shew the glory of our art?

In pious rage, the two delinquents tear, And, which is worse, all you have done

That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep? Hath been but for a wayward son,

Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too; Spightful and wrathful; who, as others do, 5 For 'twould bave anger'd any heart alive, Loves for his own ends, not for you.

To hear the men deny it. So that, I say, But make amends now: Get you gone,

He has borne all things well: and I do think, And at the pit of Acheron

That, had he Duncan's sons under his key, [find Meet me i the morning; thither he

(As, an't please heaven, he shall not) they should Will come to know his destiny.

101 What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. Your vessels, and your spells, provide,

But, peace!—for from broad words, and 'cause he Your charms, and every thing beside :

His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear, [fail'd I am for the air; this night I'll spend

Macduff lives in disgrace: Sir, can you tell Unto a dismal and a fatal end.

Where he bestows himself? Great business must be wrought ere noon: 15 Lord. The son of Duncan, Upon the corner of the moon

From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, There hangs a vaporous drop profound; Lives in the English court; and is receiv'd I'll catch it ere it come to ground:

Of the most pious Edward with such grace, And that, distilld by magic sleights”,

That the malevolence of fortune nothing [gone Shall raise such artificial sprights,

20 Takes from his high respect : Thither Macduft is As, by the strength of their illusion,

To pray the holy king, upon his aid Shall draw him on to his contusion :

To wake Northumberland, and warlike Siward: He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear That, by the help of these, (with Him above His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear: To ratify the work) we may again And you all know, security

25 Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights; Is mortals' chiefest enemy. [1/usic and a song. Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives; Hark, I am call’d; my little spirit, see, I

Do faithful homage, and receive free honours, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.

All which we pine for now: And this report [Singing within. Come aray, come away, &c. Hath so exasperate the king, that he i Witch. Come, let's make haste, she'll soon be 30 Prepares for some attempt of war. back again.

[Exeunt. Len. Sent he to Macduff? ŠC EN E VI.

Lord. He did: and with an absolute,“Sir, not I," Enter Lenox, and another Lord.

The cloudy messenger turns me his back, Len. My former speeches have but hit your And hums; as who should say, “You'll rue the time Which can interpret further: only, I say,[thoughts, 35" That clogs me with this answer.” Things have been strangely borne: The gracious Len. And that well might Duncan

Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance Was pitied of Macbeth:-marry, he was dead:- His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late ; Fly to the court of England, and untold Whom, you may say,ifit please you, Fleance kill'd, 40 IIis message ere he come; that a swift blessing For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late. May soon return to this our suffering country, Who cannot want the thought, how monsterous Under a hand accurs'd! It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain,

Lord. I'll send my prayers with him. To kill their gracious father damned fact !

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froad, that under the cold stone, Thunder. Enter three Witches.

Days and nights hast thirty-one,
Witch.

THR
'HRICE* the brinded cat hath mew'd. Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
2 Witch. Thrice; and once the Boil thou first i'the charmed pot!
hedge-pig whin'd.

55 All. Double, double toil and trouble;
3 Witch. Harper cries : --'tis time, 'tis time. Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.
1 Witch. Round about the cauldron go;

1 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the poison'd entrails throw.

In the cauldron boil and bake: Meaning, a drop that has deep or hidden qualities. ai. e. magic arts. 'i. e. deliver or ex. empt our feasts from bloody knives, &c. • Odd numbers are used in all enchantments and magical operations, even numbers being always reckoned wauspicious. Meaning perhaps some imp, or familiar spirit.

Eye

Eye of newt, and toe of frog,

1 Witch. Say, if thou’dst ratlier hear it from cur l'ool of bat, and tongue of dog,

Or from our masters'?

mouths, Adder's fork, and blind-worin's' sting,

Macb. Call them, let me see thein. Lizard's leg, and howlet's wing,

1 Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten For a charm of powerful trouble,

5 Her nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

From the murderer's gibbet throw All Double, double toil and trouble;

Into the flame. Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.

All. Come, high, or low; 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf; Thyself

, and office, destly show. (Thunder. Witches' inumy; maw, and gulf“,

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1st Apparition, an armed head. Of the ravin'd salt-sea stark;

Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power, Root of hemlock, digg'd i' the dark;

1 Witch. He knows thy thought; Liver of blaspheining Jew;

Hear his speech, but say thou nought. [Macduff; Gall of goat, and slips of yew,

App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth? beware Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse;

15 Beware the thane of Fife.—Disiniss me:-Enough. Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;

[Descends. Finger of birth-strangled babe,

Macb. What-e'er thou art, for thy good cauDitch-deliver'd by a drab,

tion, thanks; Make the gruel thick and slab:

Thou hast harp'd "o my fears aright:-But one Add thereto a tyger's chaudron',

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word more

[another, For the ingredients of our cauldron.

1 Witch. He will not be commanded: Here's All. Double, double toil and trouble ;

More potent than the first.

[Thunder. Fire, bur; and, cauldron, bubble.

2d Apparition, a bloody child. 2Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood,

App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth Then the charın is firm and good.

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Nacb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee. [scorn

App. Be bloody, bold, and resolute: laugh to Enter Ilecute, and other three ll'itches.

The power of man; for none of woman born Hec. Oh, well done! I commend your pains; Shall harm Macbeth.

[Descends. And every one shall share i' the gains,

Mlacb. Then live, Macduff: What need I fear And now about the cauldron sing,

30 But yet l'll make assurance double sure, [of thee? Like elves and fairies in a ring,

and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live; L»chanting all that you put in.

That I may tell pale-hearted fear, it lies,
Musick and a song,

And sleep in spite of thunder.—What is this,
Black spirits and white;

[Thunder. Blue spirits and greyi

|35|3d Apparition, a child crowned, with a tree in

his hand.
Nlingle", mingle, mingle,
You that mingle muy.

That rises like the issue of a king;

And wears upon his baby brow the round 3 Pitch. By the pricking of iny thumus, And top of sovereigntyli? Something wicked ihis way comes:

140 All. Listen, but speak not to't. Opeil, locks, whoever knocks.

App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care Enter Macbeth.

Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are ; itach, How now, you scret, black, and inid- Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until What is't you do?

[night hags? Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill dh. A deed without a name.

145 Shall come against him.

[Descends. Much. I conjure you, hy that which you profess, Macb. That will never be: (Ilowe'er you come to know it) answer me: Who can impress the forest; bid the tree (good!

Though you untie the winds, and let them fight Cntix his earth-bound root? sweet bodements!
Against the churches; though the yestyo waves Rebellious head, rise neyer, till the wood
Confound and swallow navigation up; [down; 50 Of Birnam sise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth
Though bladed corn be lovg'd, and trees blown sball live the lease of nature, pay his breath
Though castles topple” on their warders' heads; To time and mortal custom. -*et my heart
'Though palaces, and pyramids, do slope

Throbs to know one thing; Telline, (if your art
Their heads to their toundations; though the trea- Can tell so much) shall Banquo's issue ever
Of nature's gerinias tumble all together, [sure 55 Reign in this kingdom?
Even 'till destruction sicken, answer me

All. Seek to know no more. To what I ask you.

Mack. I will be satisfy'u: deny me this, 1 Witch. Speük.

And an eternal curse fall on you! let me know:2 Witch. Demand.

Why sinks that cauldron; and what noise is this? 3 Witch. We'll answer.

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[Hautboys. i That is, the slow-worm. ? i. e. the swallow, the throat. * Ravin'd means glutted with prer. * Sliver'd is a common word in the north, and implies to cut a piece or slice. Si. t. entraili.

i. e. fouming, or frothy waves. i. e, tumble. 8 Germins are seeds which have begun to sprouba i. e. adroitly, dextrously. 10 To hurp, is to touch on a passion as a harper touches a stringa " This alludi's to the make or sigure of the crown,

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1 Witch. Shew! 2 Witch. Shew! 3 Witch. Shew His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls,

All. Shew his eyes, and grieve his heart; That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool; Come like shadows, so depart.

This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool: (A shew of eight Kings, and Banquo; the last But no more sights !--Where are these gentlemen? with a glass in his hand.

[down ! 5 Come, bring me where they are. [Exeunt, Macb. Tnou art too like the spirit of Banquo;

S CE NE II. . Thycrown dues sear mine eye-balls :-- And thy air, Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first:- Enter Macduff's wife, her son, and Rosse. A third is like the former : Filthy hags! [eyes | L. Macd. What hath he doné, to make him fly Why do you show me this?-A fourth ?-Start, 10 the land ? What! will the line stretch out to the crack of Rosse. You must have patience, madam. dovin??

L. Macd. He had none: Another yet?-A seventh ?-I'll see no more :- His flight was madness: When our actions do not, And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass, Our fears do make us traitors. Which shews me many more; and some I see, 115 Rosse. You know not, That twofold balls and treble sceptres carry': Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear. Horrible sight!-Now, I see 'tis true ;

L. Macd. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave For the blood-bolter'di Banquo smiles upon me,

his babes, And points at them for his.- What? is this so? His mansion, and his titles, in a place

1 Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so :-But why 20 From whence himself does fly? He loves us not ; Stands Macbeth thus amazedly ?

He wants the natural touch: For the poor wren, Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprights,

The most diminutive of birds, will fight, And shew the best of our delights;

Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. I'll charın th: air to give a sound,

All is the tear, and nothing is the love ; While we perform our antique round: 25 As little is the wisdom, where the flight That this great king may kindly say,

So runs against all reason. Our duties did his welcome pay: [Musick. Rosse. My dearest coz,

[The witches dance and ranish. I pray you, school yourseli: But for your husband, Macb. Where are they? Gone?- -Let this He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows pernicious hour

30 The fits o' the season. I dare not speak much Stand aye accursed in the calendar!

further : Corne in, without there!

But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, Enter Lenor.

And do not know ourselves!! ; when we hold ruLen. What's your grace's will?

moura Macb. Say you the weird sisters?

35 From what we fear, yet know not what we fear; Len. No, my lord.

But float upon a wild and violent sea, Mlach. Came they not by you?

Each way, and move. -I take my leave of you: Len. No, indeed, iny lord.

shall not be long but I'll be here again: Mach. Infected be the air whereon they ride; Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward And damn'd all those that trust them !-I did hear 40 To what they were before.-My pretty cousin, The galloping of horse: Who was't caine by? Blessing upon you!

Len. "lis two or three, my lord, that bring L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. Macduff is fled to England. [you word, Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, Macb. Fled to England?

It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort: Len. Ay, my good lord.

45 1 take my leave at once.

[Exit Rosse. Macb.' Time, thou anticipat'st' my dread exploits: L. Maci. Sirrah, your father's dead; The flighty purpose never is o'er-took,

And what will you do now? How will you live? Unless the deed go with it: From this moment, Son. As birds do, mother. The very firstlings' of my heart shall be

L. Macd. What, with worms and fies? The firstlings of my band. And even now [cone: 30 Son. With what I get, I mean; and so do they. Tocrown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and L. Macd. Pour bird! thou’dst never fear the net The castle of Macduff I will surprise;

nor lime, Seize upon Fife ; give to the edge o' the sword The pit-fall, nor the gin.

'i. e. does blind me : alluding to the ancient practice of destroying the sight, by holding a piece of hot or burning iron before the eye, which dried up its humidity. i. e. the dissolution of nature. ? Warburton says, this was intended as a compliment to King James the first, who united the two

a islands and the three kingdoms under one head; whose house too was said to be descended froin Bauquo. Blood-bolterd means one whose blood hath issued out at many wounds, as flour of corn passes through the holes of a sieve. Shakspeare used it to insinuate the barbarity of Banquo's murderers, who covered iim with wounds. 5i. e. for ever. oj. e. thou preventest. 'i. e. the thing first thought or done. Si. e. following him. 'Meaning, natural sensibility, or affection. 1o the convulsions or violent disorders of the times. ". e. we think ourselves innocent, the government thinks us traitors; therefore we are ignorant of ourselves, 12 To hold rumour signifies to believe rumour.

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Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they Son. He has kill'd me, mother : are not set for.

Run away,

I pray you. My father is not dead, for all your saying. [father?

[Erit L. Macduff, crying murder. 1. Macd. Yes, he is dead: how wili'thou do for a

S CE N E III.
Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband ? 5
L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at any

England.
market.

Enter Malcolm, and Macduff: Son. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.

Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade, and L. Mucd. Thou speak’st with all thy wit; and

We
Veep our sad bosoms empty.

[there yet, i' faith,

10 Macd. Let us rather With wit enough for thee.

Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good men, Son. Was my father a traitor, mother?

Bestride our down-faln birthdom': Each new L. Macd. Ay, that he was.

morn,

[rows Son. What is a traitor?

New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sor: L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies. 15 Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds Son. And be all traitors, that do so ?

As if it felt with Scotland, and yell'd out L. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor, Like syllable of dolour. and must be hang'd.

Jui. What I believe I'll wail: Son. And must they all be hang'd, that swear

What know, believe; and, what I can redress, and lie?

20 As I shall find the time to friends, I will. I. Alacd. Every one.

What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance. Son. Who must hang them ?

This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, L. Macd. Why, the honest men.

Was once thought honest; you have lov'd him well; Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools: for He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young; but there are liars and swearers enough to beat the 25 something

[dom honest men, and hang them up.

You may deserve of him through me: and wisL. Alacd. Now God hulp thee, poor monkey! To offer up a weak, poor innocent lamb, But how wilt thou do for a father?

To appease an angry god. Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him: if Mucd. I am not treacherous. you would not, it were a good sign that I should 30. Mal. But Macbeth is. quickly have a new father.

A good and virtuous nature may recoil, [don; L. Macd. Poor prattler! how thou talk'st! In an imperial charge. But I shall crave your parEnter a Messenger.

That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose: Mes. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you Angels are bright still, though the brightest tell : known,

35 Though all things foul would wear the brows of Though in your state of honour I am perfect'. Yet grace must still look so.

(grace, I doubt some danger doth approach you nearly :

Nacd. I have lost my hopes. If you will take a huinely man's advice,

Nal. Perchance, even there, where I did find
Be not found here: hence with your little ones.
To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage; 40 Why in thai rawness' left you wife, and child,
To do worse to you? were fell cruelty, sou! (Those precious motives, those strong knots of love)

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Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve Mithout leave-taking :- I pray you,
I dare abide no longer. [Enit Messenger Let not my jealousies be your dishononrs,
L. Viacd. Whither should lily?

But mine own safeties:-You may be rightly just,
I have done no harm. But I remember now 43 Whatever I shall think.
I am in this earthly world; where, to do harm, Mucd. Blecd, bleed, poor country!
Is often laudable: to do good, sometime, Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
Accounted dangerous tolly: Why then, alas ! For goodness dares not check thee !-wear thou
Do I put up that womanly defence, [laces?!

thy wrongs, To say, I have done no harm-What are these 30 His title is affear’d?-Fare thee well, lord : Entcr Murderers.

I would not be the villain that thou think'st, Mur. Where is your husband ?

For the whole spacethat's within the tyrant's grasp, L. Mucd. I hope, in no place so upsanctified, And the rich East to boot. Where as thou may’st lind him.

Mal. Be not offended: Mur. Ile's a traitor.

55 I speak not as in absolute fear of you. Son. Thou ly’st, thou shag-ear'd villain. I think, our country sinks beneath the yoke: Mur. What, you egg?

It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash Young fry of treachery?

Is added to their wounds: I think, witbal, ? That is, though I am perfectly acquainted with your rank. ?j. e. not to acquaint you with, or give you warning of, your danger. }i. e. protect from utter destruction the privileges of our birin-right. *j. e. to befriend. Without previous provision, without due preparation. 6 Mr. Popesavs affiar'dis a law term for confirm’d. Nr. Tollet proposes to read, “ The title is afeer'd,” and explains the passage thus : " Poor country, wear thou thy wrongs, the title to them is legally setiled by those who had the final judication of it. jjeerers had the power of confirming or mode. kating times and amercements."

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my doubts.

There would be hands uplifted in my right; Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should
And here, from gracious England, have I offer Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
Of goodly thousands : But, for all this,

Uproar the universal peace, confound
When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, All unity on earth.
Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country 5 Macd. Oh Scotland! Scotland !
Shall have more vices than it had before;

Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak:
More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever, I am as I have spoken.
By him that shall succeed.

Macd. Fit to govern ! Macb. What should he be?

No, not to live.- O nation miserable, Mal. It is myself I meán; In whom I know 10 With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd, All the particulars of vice so grafted,

When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again; That, when they shall be open’d, black Macbeth Since that the truest issue of thy throne Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state By his own interdiction stands accurs'd, Esteem him as a lamb, being compar'd

And does blaspheine his breed?—Thy royal father With my contineless harms.

15 Was a most sainted king; the queenthat bore thee, Macd. Not in the legions

Oftner upon her knees than on ber feet,
Of borrid hell, can come a devil more damn'd, Dy'devery day she liv'd. Fare thee well!
In evils, to top Macbeth.

These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself,
Mal. I grant him bloody,

Have banish'd me from Scotland.-0, my breast, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,

20 Thy hope ends here ! Sudden', malicious, smacking of every sin

Mal. Macduff, this noble passion, That has a name: But there's no bottom, none, Child of integrity, hath from my soul In my voluptuousness: your wives, yourdaughters, Wip'd the black scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up Tothy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth, The cistern of my lust; and my desire 25 By many of these trains, hath sought to win me All continent impediments would o'er-bear, Into luis power ; 'and modest wisdom plucks me That did oppose my will: Better Macbeth, From over-credulous baste: But God above Than such a one to reign.

Deal between thee and me! for even now Maed. Boundless intemperance

I put myself to thy direction, and In nature is a tyranny: it hath been

30 Unspeak mine own detraction; here abjure The untimely emptying of the happy throne,

The taints and blames I laid upon myself, And fall of many kings. But fear not yet For strangers to my nature. I am yet To take upon you what is yours: you may

Unknown to woman; never was forsworn; Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty, Scarcely have coveted what was mine own; And yet seem cold, the time you may so hood-wink.35 At no time broke my faith ; would not betray We have willing dames enough; there cannot be The devil to his fellow; and delight That vulture in you to devour so many

No less in truth, than life: my first false speaking As will to greatness dedicate themselves,

Was this upon myself: What I am truly, Finding it so inclin'd.

Is thine, and my poor country's, to command: Mal. With this, there grows,

40 Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach, In my most ill-compos'd affection, such

Old Siward, witli ten thousand warlike men, A stanchless avarice, that were I king,

All ready at a point, was setting forth : I should cut off the nobles for their lands; Now we'll together: And the chance, of goodness, Desire his jewels, and this other's house :

Be like our warranted quarre!'! Why are you And my more-having would be as a sauce 451

silent?

[once, To make me hunger more; that I should forge Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome things at Quarrels unjust against the good, and loyal, 'Tis hard to reconcile. Destroying them for wealth.

Enter a Doctor. Macd. This avarice

Nal. Well; more anon.--Comes the king forth, Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root 50 I pray you? Than summer-seening lust; and it hath been Doct. Ay, sir: there are a crew of wretched souls, The sword of our slain kings: Yet do not fear; That stay his cure: their malady convinces Scotland hath foysons to fill up your will, The great essay of art; but, at his touch, Of your mere own: All these are portable, Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand, With other graces weigh’d.

55 They presently amend. Mal. But I have none: the king becoming graces,

Aiai. I thank you, doctor.

[E..it. As justice, verity, temperance, stableness,

Macd. What's the disease he means? Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,

Mal. 'Tis call'd the evil: Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,

A most iniraculous work in this good king ; I have no relish of them; but abound

60 Which often, since my here-remain in England, In the division of each several criine,

'I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven, That is, passionate, violent, hasty. i. e. plenty.

'i. e. ready at a time.

4 The author of The Revisul conceives the sense of the passage to be this: And may the success of that goodness, schich is about to crert itself in my behalf, be such as may be equal to the justice of my quarrel. i.e. over-powers, subdues,

Himself

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