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Cam. My lord, your sorrow was too sore laid on; I'll fill your grave up: stir; nay, come away: Which sixteen winters cannot blow away;

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Bequeath to death your numbness, for from him Dear life redeems you.-You perceive, she stirs: [Hermione comes dozen.

5 Start not; her actions shall be holy, as,

You hear, my spell is lawful; do not shun her,
Until you see her die again; for then

You kill her double: Nay, present your hand: When she was young, you woo'd her: now, in age. 10 Is she become the suitor.

Leo. Do not draw the curtain.
Paul. No longer shall you gaze on't; lest your 15
May think anon, it moves.

Leo. Let be, let be.

Would I were dead, but that, methinks, already-
What was he, that did make it?-See, my lord,
Would you not deem, it breath'd? and that those 20
Did verily bear blood?

Pol. Masterly done:

The very life seems warm upon her lip.

[veins

Leo. The fixture of her eye has motion in't,

As we are mock'd with art.

Paul. I'll draw the curtain;

My lord's almost so far transported, that
He'll think anon, it lives.

Leo. O sweet Paulina,

Make me to think so twenty years together;
No settled senses of the world can match

The pleasure of that madness. Let 't alone. [but]
Puul. I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirr'd you:

I could afflict you further.

Leo. Do, Paulina;

For this affliction has a taste as sweet

As any cordial comfort.—Still, methinks,

There is an air comes from her: What fine chizzel
Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock me,
For I will kiss her.

Paul. Good my lord, forbear:

The ruddiness upon her lip is wet;

You'll mar it, if you kiss it; stain your own
With oily painting: Shall I draw the curtain?
Leo. No, not these twenty years.

Per. So long could I
Stand by, a looker on.

Paul. Either forbear,

Quit presently the chapel; or resolve you
For more amazement: If you can behold it,
I'll make the statue move indeed; descend,
And take you by the hand: but then you'll think,
(Which I protest against) I am assisted
By wicked powers.

Leo. What you can make her do,

I am content to look on: what to speak,
I am content to hear; for 'tis as easy
To make her speak, as move.

Paul. It is requir'd,

You do awake your faith: Then, all stand still;
Or, those, that think it is unlawful business
I am about, let them depart.

Leo. Proceed;

No foot shall stir.

Leo. Oh, she's warın!

If this be magic, let it be an art
Lawful as eating.

Pol. She embraces him.

[Embracing her.

Cam. She hangs about his neck;
If she pertain to life, let her speak too.

Pol. Ay, and mak't manifest where she has liv'd,
Or how stol'n from the dead?

Paul. That she is living,

Were it but told you, should be hooted at Like an old tale; but it appears, she lives, Though yet she speak not. Mark a little while.Please you to interpose, fair madam; kneel, And pray your mother's blessing.-Turn, good 25 Our Perdita is found. [lady; [Presenting Perdita, who kneels to Hermione. Her. You gods, look down,

And from your sacred vials pour your graces Upon my daughter's head!-Tell me, mine own, 30 Where hast thou been preserv'd? where liv'd?

how found

Thy father's court? for thou shalt hear, that I,—
Knowing by Paulina, that the oracle
Gave hope thou wast in being,-have preserv'd
35 Myself, to see the issue.

Paul. There's time enough for that;
Lest they desire, upon this push, to trouble
Your joys with like relation.-Go together,
You precious winners all; your exultation
40 Partake to every one: I, an old turtle,

Will wing me to some wither'd bough; and there
My mate, that's never to be found again,
Lament 'till I am lost.

Leo. O peace, Paulina;

45 Thou should'st a husband take by my consent, As I by thine, a wife: this is a match,

And made between's by vows. Thou hast found mine:

But how, is to be question'd: for I saw her, 50 As I thought, dead; and have, in vain, said many A prayer upon her grave: I'll not seek far (For him, I partly know his mind) to find thee An honourable husband :—Come, Camillo, And take her by the hand; whose worth, and ho55 Is richly noted; and here justified [nesty,

By us, a pair of kings.-Let's from this place.-
What?-Look upon my brother?-both your
pardons,

That e'er I put between your holy looks
60 My ill suspicion.-This your son-in-law,
And son unto the king; who, heavens directing,
Is troth-plight to your daughter.-Good Paulina,
Lead us from hence; where we may leisurely
Each one demand, and answer to his part
Perform'd in this wide gap of time, since first
We were dissever'd: Ilastily lead away.

Paul. Musick; awake her: strike.- [Musick. 65 "Tis time; descend; be stone no more; approach; Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come;

[Exeunt omnes. MACBETH,

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CATHNESS,

FLEANCE, Son to Banquo.

SIWARD, General of the English forces.
Young SIWARD, his son.

SEYTON, an Officer attending on Macbeth.
Son to Macduff.

An English Doctor.

A Scotch Doctor. A Captain. A Porter. An old Man.

Lady MACBETH.

Lady MACDUff.

Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth.
HECATE, and three Witches.

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, and Messengers.

The Ghost of Banquo, and several other Apparitions.

SCENE, in the end of the fourth Act, lies in England; through the rest of the play in Scotland; and, chiefly, at Macbeth's Castle.

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Fair is foul, and foul is fair2;
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

SCENE. II.

Gainst my captivity: Hail, brave friend?
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil,
As thou didst leave it.

Cap. Doubtful it stood;

5 As two spent swimmers that do cling together,
And choak their art. The merciless Macdonel
(Worthy to be a rebel; for, to that,

The multiplying villanies of nature
Do swarm upon him) from the western isles
10Of Kernes and Gallow-glasses is supply'd;
And fortune, on his dainned quarrel smiling,
Shew'd like a rebel's whore: But all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that name)
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
15 Which smoak'd with bloody execution,

Alarum within. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, with Attendants, meeting a 20 bleeding Captain.

King. What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt

The newest state.

Mal. This is the serjeant,

Who like a good and hardy soldier fought

Like valour's minion, carved out his passage,
Till he fac'd the slave:

And ne'er shook hands, nor bid farewell to him,
Till he unseam'd him from the nave' to the chops,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

King. Oh, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
Cap. As whence the sun 'gins his reflexion*,
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break;
Sofrom that spring, whencecomfort seem'd to come,
25 Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:
No sooner justice had, with valour arm'd,

'Mr. Upton observes, that to understand this passage, we should suppose one familiar calling with the voice of a cat, and another with the croaking of a toad. 2 i. e. we make these sudden changes of the weather. Warburton thinks we should read, from the nape to the chops; i. e. cut the skull in

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i. e. the east.

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Who comes here?

Mal. The worthy thane of Rosse.

Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look,

That seems to speak things strange.

Rosse. God save the king!

King. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane?
Rosse. From Fife, great king,

Where the Norweyan banners flout' the sky,
And fan our people cold.

Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor

The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict;
'Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapt in proof,
Confronted him with self-comparisons',
Point against point rebellious, armn 'gainst arm,
Curbing his lavish spirit: And to conclude,
The victory fell on us;-

King. Great happiness!

Rosse. That now

3 Witch. Sister, where thou?

1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, And mouncht, and mouncht, and mouncht:Give me, quoth I.

5 Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed' ronyon' cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the Tyger: But in a sieve I'll thither sail,

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And, like a rat without a tail,

I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

2 Witch, I'll give thee a wind.

1 Witch. Thou art kind.

3 Witch. And I another.

1 Witch. I myself have all the other;
And the very points they blow,
15 All the quarters that they know
I' the shipman's card.

I will drain him dry as hay:
Sleep shall, neither night nor day,
Hang upon his pent-house Hd;
20 He shall live a man forbid':

Weary seven-nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-tost.

25 Look what I have.

2 Witch. Shew me,

shew me.

1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd, as homeward he did come.[Drum within, 3 Witch. A drum, a drum;

30 Macbeth doth come.

All. The weird sisters', hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,

Thus do go about, about;
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
35 And thrice again, to make up nine:
Peace!-the charm's wound up.

Enter Macbeth and Banquo.

Mac. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores-What are
40 So wither'd, and so wild in their attire; [these,
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on't?-Live you? or are you aught
That man may question"? You seem to understand
By each at once her choppy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips :-You should be women,
And yet your beards" forbid me to interpret
That you are so.

Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition;
Nor would we deign him burial of his men,
'Till he disbursed, at St. Colme's inch',
Ten thousand dollars to our general use. [ceive
King. No more that thane of Cawdor shall de-45
Our bosom interest:-Go, pronounce his present
And with his former title greet Macbeth. [death,
Rosse. I'll see it done.

King. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath
[Exeunt. 50

won.

SCENE II.

Thunder. Enter the three Witches.

1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? 2 Witch. Killing swine.

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Macb. Speak, if you can;-What are you?
1 Witch All hail, Macbeth' hail to thee, thane
of Glamis !
[of Cawdor!
2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane
3 Witch, All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king

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Memorize, for make memorable. To flout is to mock or insult. i. e. gave him as good as he brought, shew'd he was his equal. Colme's inch, now called Inchcomb, a small island lying in the Firth of Edinburgh, with an abbey upon it, dedicated to St. Columb; called by Camden Inch Colm, or the Isle of Columba. Aroint, or avaunt, be gone. The weird sister here alludes to the poverty of a woman who had called her witch, as not being able to procure better provision than rumps and other offals. i. e. scabby or mangy woman; from rogneux, royne, scurf. i. e. the true exact points. ? i. e. as one under a curse, an interdiction. 10 Weird is derived from an AngloSaxon word signifying a prophecy. The weird sisters here mean the Fates, or Destinies, of the northern nations. i. e. may hold converse with. 12 Witches were supposed always to have hait on their chins.

Things that do sound so fair?—I' the name of truth,
Are ye fantastical', or that indeed
Which outwardly ye shew? My noble partner
You greet with present grace, and great prediction
Of noble having', and of royal hope,
That he seems wrapt withal; to me you speak not:
If you can look into the seeds of time, [not:
And say, which grain will grow, and which will
Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear,
Your favours, nor your hate.

1 Witch. Hail!

2 Witch. Hail!

3 Witch. Hail!

1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. 3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be So, all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! [none:

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Only to herald thee into his sight,
Not pay thee.

Rosse. And for an earnest of a greater honour,
He bade me,from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:
In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!
For it is thine.

Ban. What, can the devil speak true? [dress me
Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives; Why do you
In borrow'd robes?

Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet;
But under heavy judgment bears that life,
Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was
Combin'd with Norway; or did line the rebel
With hidden help and vantage; or that with both
15 He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not;
But treasons capital, confess'd, and prov❜d,
Have overthrown him.

1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail !
Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers tell me more:
By Sinel's' death, I know, I am thane of Glamis ; 20
But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives,
A prosperous gentleman; and, to be king,
Stands not within the prospect of belief,
No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence
You owe this strange intelligence? or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
With such prophetic greeting?-Speak, I charge
[Witches vanish.

you.

Mach. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor:
The greatest is behind.-Thanks for your pains.-
Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me,
Promis'd no less to them?

Ban. That, trusted home",

Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
25 Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange:
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths;
Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.-Cousins, a word, I pray
Macb. Two truths are told,

Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them :-Whither are they va-30 [melted

nish'd?

Mach. Into the air; and what seemed corporal,
As breath into the wind.-'Would they had staid!
Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak
Or have we eaten of the insane root*, [about 35
That takes the reason prisoner?

Macb. Your children shall be kings.
Ban. You shall be king.

[so?

Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not Bun. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's 40 here?

Enter Rosse and Angus.

Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth,
The news of thy success; and when he reads
Thy personal venture in the rebel's fight,
His wonders and his praises do contend,
Which should be thine, or his: Silenc'd with that,
In viewing o'er the rest o' the self-same day,
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
Nothing afraid of what thyself didst make,
Strange images of death. As thick as tale,
Came post with post'; and every one did bear
Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,
And pour'd them down before him.

Ang. We are sent,

To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;

'i. e. creatures of fantasy or imagination. sion, fortune. 'The father of Macbeth.

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As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme.-Ithank you, gentlemen.—
This supernatural soliciting

Cannot be ill: cannot be good:-If ill,
Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor:
If good, why do I yield to this suggestion
Whose horrid image doth untix my air,
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature? Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings:

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man, that function
Is smother'd in surmise': and nothing is,

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King. There's no art,

To find the mind's construction' in the face:
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust.-O worthiest cousin!

Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus.
The sin of my ingratitude even now
Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before,
That swiftest wing of recompence is slow
To overtake thee. "Would thou hadst less deserv'd;
That the proportion both of thanks and payment
Might have been mine! only I have left to say,
More is thy due than more than all can pay.

Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe,
In doing, pays itself. Your highness' part
Is to receive our duties: and our duties
Are to your throne and state, children, and servants;
Which do but what they should, by doing every
Safe toward your love and honour'.

King. Welcome hither:

[thing

I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
To make thee full of growing.-Noble Banquo,
Thou hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known
No less to have done so, let me enfold thee,
And hold thee to my heart.

Ban. There if I grow,
Tharvest is your own.

King. My plenteous joys,

Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.-Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
And you whose places are the nearest, know,
We will establish our estate upon

Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter,

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[The prince of Cumberland: which honour must
Not, unaccompanied, invest him only,
But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
On all deservers.-From hence to Inverness,
And bind us further to you.

[you:
Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for
I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful
The hearing of my wife with your approach;
So, humbly take my leave.

[step,

King. My worthy Cawdor!
Macb. The prince of Cumberland* !—That is a
On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap,[Aside.
For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires!
Let not light see my black and deep desires:
15 The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be,
Which theeye fears, when it is done, to see. [Erit.
King. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so va-
And in his commendations I am fed; [liant;

It is a banquet to me. Let us after him,
20 Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:
It is a peerless kinsman. [Flourish. Exeunt.

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Enter Macbeth's Wife alone, with a Letter. 25 Lady." They met me in the day of suc cess; and I have learned by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal "knowledge. When I burnt in desire to question "them further, they made themselves-air, into 30" which they vanish'd. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who "all-hail'd me, Thane of Cawdor; by which title,

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before, these weird sisters saluted me, and re"ferr'd me to the coming on of time, with, Hail 35" king that shalt be! This have I thought good to "deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness; "that thou might'st not lose the dues of rejoicing,

by being ignorant of what greatness is promis'd "thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell." 40 Glam thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be [ture; What thou art promis'd :--Yet do I fear thy naIt is too full o' the milk of human kindness,

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To catch the nearest way: Thou would'st be great; Art not without ambition; but without [highly, 45 The illness should attend it. What thou would'st That would'st thou holily; would'st not play false, And yet would'st wrongly win: thoud'st have, great Glamis, That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have 50 And that which rather thou dost fear to do, Than wishest should be undone. Ilie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round", 55 Which fate and metaphysical' aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.—What is your tidings?

'That is, instructed in the art of dying. i. e. the frame or disposition of the mind, whether it is determined to good or ill. i. e. We do but perform our duty when we contract all our views to your service. Mr. Steevens observes, that "the crown of Scotland was originally not hereditary. When a successor was declared in the life-time of a king (as was often the case), the title of Prince of Cumberland was immediately bestowed on him as the mark of his designation. Cumberland was at that time held by Scotland of the crown of England, as a fief.” i. e. By the best intelligence. i. e, the diadem. Metaphysical is here put for supernatural.

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