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Macb. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife. With twenty trenched gashes on his head ;
Thou know'st that Banquo and his Fleance live. The least a death to nature.
Lady Macb. But in them nature's copy's not Macb.

Thanks for that ; eterne.

There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled Macb. There's comfort yet; they are assailable; Hath nature that in time would venom breed, Then be thou jocund ; Ere the bat hath flown No teeth for the present. -Get thee gone ; His cloister'd flight; ere, to black Hecate's sum.

to-morrow mons,

We'll hear ourselves again. [Exit Murderer. The sharp-borne beetle, with his drowsy hums, Lady M.

My royal lord, Hath rung night's yawning peal,

You do not give the cheer; the feast is sold There shall be done a deed of dreadful note. That is not often vouch’d, while 'tis a making, Lady M, What's to be done?

'Tis given with welcome; To feed, were best at Mcb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest

bome;
chuck,

From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony,
Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling* night, Meeting were bare without it.
Skarf up the tender eye of pitiful day ;

Macb.

Sweet remembrancer !And, with thy bloody and invisible hand, Now good digestion wait on appetite, Cancel, and tear to pieces, that great bond And health on both ! Which keeps me pale !-Light thickens ; and the Len.

May it please your bighness sit? Makes wing to the rooky wood;

Enter the Ghost of Banquo and sits in MACBETH'S

place. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse ; Whiles night's black agents to their prey do rouse. Macb. Here had we now our country's honour Thou marvell’st at my words: but hold thee still.

roof'd, Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill; Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present: So prithee go with me.

[Exeunt. Who may I rather challenge for unkindness

Than pity for mischance!,

Rosse.
SCENE.- A room of State in the Palace.

His absence, sir,
A Banquet prepared.

Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your

highness Enter MACBETH, Lady MACBETH, Rosse, Lenox, To grace us with your royal company ? Lords, and Attendants.

Macb. The table's full. Macb. You know your own degrees, sit down : Len. Ilere is a place reserv’d, sir. at first

Macb. Where? And last the hearty welcome.

Len,

Here, my good lord. What is’t Lords. Thanks to your majesty.

that moves your highness ? Macb. Ourself will mingle with society,

Macb. Wbich of you bave done this ? And play the humble host.

Lords.

What, my good lord ? Our hostess keeps her state; but, in best time, Macb. Thou eanst not say I did it; never shake We will require her welcome.

Thy gory locks at me. Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our Rosse. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well. friends;

Lady M. Sit, worthy friends ;-my lord is often For my heart speaks, they are welcome.

thus,

And hath been from his youth : 'pray you keep Enter first Murderer, to the door. Macb. See, they encounter thee with their hearts' The fit is momentary; upon a thought thanks :

He will again be well : If much you note bim, Both sides are even : Here I'll sit i’ the midst ; You shall offend him, and extend bis passion;t Be large in mirth ; anon, we'll drink a measure Feed, and regard him not.- Are you a man? The table round.-There's blood upon thy face. Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.

Which might appal the devil. Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within. Lady M.

0 Is he despatch'd ?

This is the very painting of your fear : Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him. This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said, Macb. Thou art the best o' the cut-throats , Yet Led you to Duncan. 0, these flaws and starts

(Impostors to true fear) would well become
That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it, A woman's story, at a winter's fire,
Thou art a nonpareil.

Authoriz’d by her grandam. Shame itself!
Mur.
Most royal sir,

Why do you make such laces? When all's done, Fleance is 'scaped.

You look but on a stool. Macb. Then comes my fit again ; I bad else Macb. Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo! been perfect;

how say you ? Whole as the marble, founded as the rock ; Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.As broad and general as the casing air:

If charnel-houses, and our graves, must send But now, I am cabin’d, cribb’d, confin'd, bound in Those that we bury, back, our monuments To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe ? Shall be the maws of kites. Mur. Ay, my good lord ; safe in a ditch he Lady M. What! quite unmann'd in folly ?

(Ghost disappears., * Seeling means blinding.

* Means prolong his sufferings.

seat;

proper stuff!

he's good

bides,

to all;

Macb. If I stand here, I saw him.

Macb.

Can such things be, Lady M.

Fie, for shame! And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now i' the olden Without our special wonder? You make me time,

strange Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal ; Even to the disposition that I owe, * Ay, and since too, murthers have been perform’d When now I think you can behold such sights, Too terrible for the ear; the times have been, And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, That when the brains were out the man would die, When mine are blanch'd with fear. And there an end: but now, they rise again, Rosse,

What sights, my lord ? With twenty mortal murthers on their crowns, Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse And push us from our stools : This is more strange

and worse ; Than such a murther is.

Question enrages him : at once, good night :Lady M. My worthy lord,

Stand not upon the order of your going, Your noble friends do lack you.

But go at once. Macb.

I do forget:

Len.

Good night, and better health Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends ; Attend bis majesty! I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing

Lady M.

A kind good night to all ! To those that know me. Come, love and health

[Exeunt Lords and Attendants.

Macb. It will have blood; they say, blood will Then I'll sit down : - Give me some wine,

have blood : fill full :

Stones have been known to move, and trees to I drink to the general joy of the whole table,

speak. Enter Ghost.

Augurs, and understood relations, have And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss : By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,

forth And all to all.

The secret'st man of blood.-What is the night? Lords.

Our duties, and the pledge. Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, which Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the

is which. earth hide thee!

Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;

person, Thou hast no speculation in those eyes

At our great bidding ? Which thou dost glare with :

Lady M.

Did you send to him, sir? Lady M.

Think of this, good peers, Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will send : But as a thing of custom; 'tis no other; There's not a one of them, but in his house Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

I keep a servant fee’d. I will to-morrow Macb. What man dare, I dare:

(And betimes I will) unto the weird sisters : Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, By the worst means, the worst: for mine own good, Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves All causes shall give way; I am in blood Shall never tremble: Or, be alive again,

Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, And dare me to the desert with thy sword; Returning were as tedious as go o’er: If trembling I inhibit thee,* protest me

Strange things I have in head, that will to hand ; The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! Which must be acted, ere they may be scann'd.

(Ghost disappears. Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, Unreal mockery, hence !-Why so ;-being gone,

sleep. I am a man again.-Pray you, sit still.

Macb. Come, we'll to sleep : My strange and Lady M. You have displac'd the mirth, broke

self-abuse the good meeting,

Is the initiate fear that wants hard use:With most admir'd disorder.

We are yet but young in deed. [Exeunt. * I inhibit thee means I forbid thee.

* Owe means here possess.

ACT IV.

SCENE.- A dark Cave. In the middle a Caldron

boiling. Thunder. Enter the three Witches. Followed by MACBETH. Macb. How now, you secret, black, and mid

night hags, What is't you do ? All.

A deed without a name. Macb. I conjure you, by that which you profess (Howe'er you come to know it), answer me: 1 Witch.

Speak. 2 Witch,

Demand.

3 Witch.

We'll answer. 1 Witch. Say, if thou’dst rather hear it frum

our mouths, Or from our master's? Macb.

Call them, let me see them.
Thunder. An Apparition of an Armed Head rises.

Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power,
1 Witch.

He knows thy thought,
Hear his speech, but say thou nought.
App. Macbeth ! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware

Macduff ;

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more:

Beware the Thane of Fife. Dismiss me:

Enter LENOX.
Enough.
[Descends, Len.

What's your grace's will : Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, Macb. Saw you the weird sisters ? thanks ;

Len.

No, my lord. Thou hast harp'd my fear aright:-But one word Macb. Came they not by you?

Len.

No, indeed, my lord. 1 Witch. He will not be commanded : Here's Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride; another,

And damn'd all those that trust them!--I did hear More potent than the first.

The galloping of horse: Who was't came by?

Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you Thunder. An Apparition of a child crowned, with

word,
a Tree in his Hand, rises.

Macduff is fled to England.
Macb.

Fled to England ? Macb. What's this,

Len. Ay, my good lord. That rises like the issue of a king ;

Macb. 'l'ime, thou anticipat’st my dread exploits : And wears upon his baby brow the round

The flighty purpose never is o’ertook, And top of sovereignty?

Unless the deed go with it: From this moment, All

Listen, but speak not to't.
App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care The firstlings of my hand. And even now,

The very firstlings of my heart shall be
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are :
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until

To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought

and done: Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill The castle of Macduff I will surprise ; Shall come against him.

[Descends. Seize upon Fife ; give to the edge o' the sword Macb. That will never be ;

His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls Who can impress the forest; bid the tree

That trace him in his line. Unfix his earth-bound root? sweet bodements! Where are these gentlemen ? good!

Come, bring me where they are. [Exeunt. Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth

SCENE.-England. A Room in the King's Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath

Patase.
To time, and mortal custom.—Yet my heart
Throbs to know one thing: Tell me (if your art

Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF.
Can tell so much), shall Banquo's issue ever

Mal. Let us seek some desolate shade, and there Reign in this kingdom?

Weep our sad bosoms empty.
Seek to know no more.

Macd.

Let us rather, Macb. I will be satisfied : deny me this, Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good men, And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know:- Bestride our down-fall'n birthdom; Each new morn, Why sinks that caldron ? and what noise is this? New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows

[Hautboys. Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds 1 Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show ! 3 Witch. As if it felt with Scotland, and yell’d out Show !

Like syllable of dolour. All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;

Mai.

What I believe I'll wail ; Come like shadows, so depart.

What know, believe; and, what I can redress, Eight Kings appear, and pass over the Stage in As I shall find the time to friend, I will. order; the last with a glass in his hand; BANQUO

What

you have spoke, it may be so, perchance. following.

This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,

Was once thought honest; you have lov'd him Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; down!

He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young, but Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs:-And thy bair,

something Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first; You may deserve of him through me; and wisdom A third is like the former :-Filthy bags ! To offer up a weak, poor innocent lamb, Why do you show me this ?-A fourth ?-Start, To appease an angry God.

Macd. I am not treacherous. What! will the line stretch out to the crack of

Mal.

But Macbeth is : doom?

A good and virtuous nature may recoil, Another yet?--A seventh ?-I'll see no more: In an imperial charge. But I crave your pardon, And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass That which you are my thoughts cannot transpose : Which shows me many more; and some see, Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell : That two-fold balls and treble sceptres carry: Though all things foul would wear the brows of Horrible sight!-Now, I see, 'tis true;

grace, For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, Yet grace must still look so. And points at them for his. What, is this so ? Macd.

I have lost my hopes. [Music. The Witches dance and vanish. Mal. Perchance, even there, where í did find Macb. Where are they? Gone :--Let this pernicious hour

Why in that rawness left you wife and child Stand aye accursed in the calendar !

(Those precious motives, those strong knots of Come in, without there !

love),

All.

well;

eyes!

my doubts.

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move

Without leave-taking ?-I pray you,

For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot:
Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland
But mine own safeties:-You may be rightly just, Would create soldiers, make our women fight
Whatever I shall think.

To doff their dire distresses.
Macd.
Bleed, bleed, poor country!

Mal.

Be't their comfort, Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,

We

(e are coming thither: gracious England hath For goodness dare not check thee! wear thou thy Lent us good Siward, and ten thousand men; wrongs,

An older and a better soldier none
Thy title is afeer'd.-Fare thee well, lord : Tbat Christendom gives out.
I would not be the villain that thou think'st

Rosse.

'Would I could answer For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp, This comfort with the like! But I have words And the rich East to boot.

That would be howl'd out in the desert air, Mal.

Macduff, this noble passion, Where bearing should not latch* them. Child of integrity, hath from my soul

Macd.

What concern they? Wip'd the black scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts The general cause ? or is it a fee-grief, To thy good truth and honour. Be not offended. Due to some single breast ? And here, from gracious England, have I offer Rosse.

No mind that's honest Of goodly thousands : before thy here-approach, But in it shares some woe; though the main part Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men, Pertains to you alone. All ready at a point, was setting forth:

Macd.

If it be mine, Now we'll together: And the chance of goodness, Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for silent?

ever, Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome things at Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound, once,

That ever yet they heard. 'Tis hard to reconcile.-See, who comes here? Macd.

I guess at it.

Rosse. Your castle is surpris’d; your wife and Enter Rosse

babes Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not. Savagely slaughter'd : to relate the manner, Macd. My ever gentle cousin, welcome hither. Were, on the quarryt of these murder'd deer, Mal. I know him now: Good God, betimes re- To add the death of you.

Mal.

Merciful heaven! The means that make us strangers !

What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Rosse,

Sir, Amen. Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Macd. Stands Scotland where it did ?

Whispers the o’erfraught heart, and bids it break. Rosse.

Alas, poor country; Macd. My children too? Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot

Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all that could be Be call'd our mother, but our grave; where no

found. thing.

Macd. And I must be from thence! My wife But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile;

kill'd too? Where sighs and groans, and shrieks that rend the Rosse.

I have said. air,

Mal.

Be comforted, Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge,

To cure this deadly grief. A modern ecstacy; the dead man's knell

Macd. He has no children.-All my pretty Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's lives

Did you say, all ?-0, hell-kite !-A11? Expire before the flowers in their caps,

What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, Dying, or ere they sicken.

At one fell swoop?
Macd.
O, relation,

Mal. Dispute it like a man.
Too nice, and yet too true!

Macd.

I shall do so; Mal. What's the newest grief?

But I must also feel it as a man : Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the I cannot but remember such things were, speaker;

That were most precious to me.—Did heaven Each minute teems a new one. Macd.

How does iy wife? And would not take their part ? Sinful Macduff, Rosse. Why, well.

They were all struct for thee; naught that I Macd. And all my children? Rosse.

Well too.

Not for their own demerīts, but for mine, Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace : Fell slaughter on their souls: Heaven rest them Rosse. No; they were well at peace when I did leave them.

Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword; let Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech : How

grief

Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. Rosse. When I came hither to transport the Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine tidings,

eyes, Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour Of many worthy fellows that were out;

* Eatch means catch them. Which was to my belief witness’d the rather, + Quarry means the game after it is killed

seems

ones?

look on,

am!

now!

goes it?

And braggart with my tongue !-But, gentle Mal.

This tune goes manly. heavens,

Come, go we to the king; our power is ready;
Cut short all intermission :* front to front, Our lack is nothing but our leave: Macbeth
Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself; Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above
Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape, Put on their instruments. Receivé what cheer
Heaven forgive him too!

you may;
The night is long that never finds the day.

[Escount,

* Means pause.

ACT V.

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the gate.

SCENE.-Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. Gent. I would not have such a heart in my Enter a Doctor of Physic, and a waiting

bosom, for the dignity of the whole body. Gentlewoman.

Doct. Well, well, well,

Gent. 'Pray God it be, sir, Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but Doct. This disease is beyond my practice: Yet can perceive no truth in your report. When was I have known those which have walked in their it she last walked ?

sleep who have died holily in their beds. Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your night. have seen her rise from ber bed, throw her night-gownlook not so pale :- I tell you yet again, gown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth a Banquo's buried; he cannot come out on’s grave. paper, fold it, write upon't, read it, afterwards seal Doct. Even so ? it, and again return to bed; yet all this while in a Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at most fast sleep.

Come, come, come, come, give me Enter Lady MACBETH, with a taper. your hand. What's done cannot be undone ; To Lo you, here she comes ! This is her very guise ; bed, to bed, to bed. [Exit Lady MACBETH. and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand Doct. Will she go now to bed ; close.

Gent. Directly Doct. How came she by that light:

Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad; Unnatural Gent. Why, it stood by her; she has light by

deeds her continually; 'tis her command.

Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds Doct. You see her eyes are open.

To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. Gent, Ay, but their sense is shut.

More needs she the divine than the physician, Doct. What is it she does now! Look how she God, God, forgive us all! Look after her ; rubs her hands.

Remove from her the means of all annoyance, Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, to and still keep eyes upon her:-So, good night; seem thus washing her hands. I have known her My mind she has mated, and amaz’d my sight: continue in this a quarter of an hour.

I think, but dare not speak, Lady M. Yet here's a spot.

Gent.

Good night, good doctor. Doct. Hark, she speaks; I will set down what

(Exeunt. comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.

SCENE.-Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle, Lady M. Out, damned spot ! out, I say !-One;

Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants. Two : Why, then 'tis time to do't: Hell is Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all; murky!*— Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afеard? | Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, Wbat need we fear who knows it, when none can I cannot taint with fear. call our power to account !-- Yet who would have

Enter a Servant. thought the old man to have had so much blood

Thou cream-fac'd loon! in him !

Where gott'st thou that goose look? Doct. Do you mark that?

Serv, There is ten thousand Lady M. The Thane of Fife had a wife; where Macb.

Geese, villain ? ! is she now :- What, will these hands ne'er be Serv.

Soldiers, sir. clean ?-No more o' that, my lord, no more o' Macb. Go, prick the face, and over.red thy fear, that: you mar all with this starting.

Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch ? Doct. Go to, go to ; you have known what you Death of thy soul ! those linen cheeks of thine should not.

Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am Serv. The English force, so please you. sure of that: Heaven knows what she has known. Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton !-I am Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still :

sick at heart, all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this When I behold—Seyton, I say!--This push little hand. Oh ! oh! oh!

Will cheer me ever, or dis-seat me now. Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely I have liv'd long enough: my way of life charged.

Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf :
And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,

* Meany dark.

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