see, And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass, [Music. The Witches dance, and vanish. Mach. Where are they? Gone?-Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar!— Enter LENOX. Len. What's your grace's will? Macb. Came they not by you? Mach. Infected be the air, whereon they ride; And damn'd all those, that trust them!-I did hear The galloping of horse: Who was't came by? Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word, Macduff is filed to England. Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits : The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it: From this moment, The castle of Macduff I will surprise; Come, bring me where they are. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Fife. A room in Macduff's castle. Rosse. You must have patience, madam. His flight was madness: When our actions do not, Rosse. You know not, Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear. longer, It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort: L. Macd. What, with worms and flies? L. Macd. Poor bird! thou'dst never fear the net, nor lime, The pit-fall, nor the gin. Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for. My father is not dead, for all your saying. L. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father? Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband? L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at any market. Son. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again. L. Macd. Thou speak'st with all thy wit; and yet i'faith, With wit enough for thee. Son. Was my father a traitor, mother? Son. What is a traitor? L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies. L. Macd. Every one, that does so, is a traitor, and must be hanged. Son. And must they all be hanged, that swear and lie? Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, Though in your state of honour I am perfect. Be not found here; hence, with your little ones. I dare abide no longer. [Exit Messenger. I have done no harm. But I remember now To say, I have done no harm?-What are these faces? Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell: Though all things foul would wear the brows of I speak not as in absolute fear of you. Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade, and Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country there Weep our sad bosoms empty. Macd. Let us rather Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good men, Bestride our down-fall'n birthdom: Each new morn, Shall have more vices than it had before; More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever, By him that shall succeed. Macd. What should he be? Mal. It is myself I mean: in whom I know All the particulars of vice so grafted, New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sor-That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth rows VOL. I. Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state 2 C Esteem him as a lamb, being compar'd Macd. Not in the legions Of horrid hell, can come a devil more damn'd Mal. I grant him bloody, Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up Macd. Boundless intemperance wink. We have willing dames enough; there cannot be Mal. With this, there grows, Macd. This avarice Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root Mal. But I have none: The king-becoming No, not to live.-O nation miserable, Since that the truest issue of thy throne Oftner upon her knees than on her feet, Mal. Macduff, this noble passion, No less in truth, than life: my first false speaking Now we'll together: And the chance, of goodness, *Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome things at once, Enter a Doctor. Mal. Well; more anon.-Comes the king forth, I pray you? Doct. Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched That stay his cure: their malady convinces Mal. I thank you, doctor. [Exit Doctor. IA most miraculous work in this good king; The healing benediction. With this strange He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy; speaker ; Each minute teems a new one. Macd. How does my wife? Rosse. Why, well. Macd. And all my children? Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? Rosse. No; they were well at peace, when I did leave them. Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech; How goes it? Rosse. When I came hither to transport the tidings, Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour Mal. Be it their comfort, Rosse. 'Would I could answer This comfort with the like! But I have words, That would be howl'd out in the desert air, Where hearing should not latch them. for ever, Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound, That ever yet they heard. Macd. Humph! I guess at it. Rosse. Your castle is surpriz'd; your wife, and babes, Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner, Mal. Merciful Heaven!- Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too? Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. Macd. And I must be from thence! My wife kill'd too? Rosse. I have said. Mal. Be comforted: Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, To cure this deadly grief. Macd. He has no children.-All my pretty ones ? Did you say, all?—O, hell-kite!-All? Mal. Dispute it like a man. But I must also feel it as a man: I cannot but remember such things were, look on, Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive no truth in your report. When was it she last walked ? Doct. Do you mark that? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; Where is she now?-What, will these hands ne'er be clean?-No more o'that, my lord, no more o'that you mar all with this starting. Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you should not. Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that: Heaven knows what she has Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her night-known. gown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon it, read it, afterwards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep. Doct. A great perturbation in nature! to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching.-In this slumbry agitation, besides her walking, and other actual performances, what, at any time, have you heard her say? Gent. That, sir, which I will not report after her. Doct. You may, to me: and 'tis most meet you should. Gent. Neither to you, nor any one; having no witness to confirm my speech. Enter Lady MACBETH, with a taper. Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close. Doct. How came she by that light? Doct. You see, her eyes are open. Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, to scem thus washing her hands; I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour. Lady M. Yet here's a spot. Doct. Hark, she speaks: I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly. Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I say!One; Two; Why, then 'tis time to do't:-Hell is murky!-Fye, my lord, fye! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?-Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh! oh! oh! Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged. Gent. I would not have such a heart in my bosom, for the dignity of the whole body. Doct. Well, well, well, Gent. 'Pray God, it be, sir. Doct. This disease is beyond my practice: Yet I have known those, which have walked in their sleep, who have died holily in their beds. Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your night-gown; look not so pale :-I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave. Doct. Even so? Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand; What's done, cannot be undone: To bed, to bed, to bed. [Exit Lady Macbeth. Doct. Will she go now to bed? Gent. Directly. Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: Unna tural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds Gent. Good night, good doctor. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The country near Dunsinane. Enter, with drum and colours, MENTETH, CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOX, and Soldiers. Ment. The English power is near, led on by Malcolm, |