Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man:
The expedition of my violent love

Ont-ran the pauser reason.-Here lay Duncan,

Maed. O horror! horror! horror! Tongue, His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood;

Within the volume of which time, I have seen
Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore
night

Hath trifled former knowings.
Rosse. Ah! good father,

A fact,

Thou see'st, the heavens, as troubled with man's
Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock, 'tis day,
And yet dark night strangles the travelling
lamp :

Is it night's predominance, or the day's shame,
That darkness does the face of earth entomb,
When living light should kiss it?
Old Man. 'Tis unnatural,
Even like the deed that's done.
Plast,

On Tuesday

A falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at, aud kill'd.
Rosse. Aud Duncau's horses, (a thing mosɩ
strange and certain,)

Beauteous and swift, the minions of
race,

their [out, Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would

Old Man. 'Tis said, they eat each other. Rosse. They did so; to the amazement of mine eyes,

That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Mac~

Rosse. Is't known who did this more than With strange invention: But of that to-morrow;

The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,

Macd. Well, may you see things well
there;-adien !

Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!
Rosse. Father, farewell.

Old Man, God's benison go with you
with those

That would make good of bad, and friends of
[Exeunt.
foes!

Intend to themselves.
Colmu-kill is the famous lona, one of the west.

Macb. Which of you have done this ?
Lords. What, my good lord!

Macb. Thou can'st not say I did it: never
Thy gory locks at me.

[shake

Rosse. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not
well.

Lady M. Sit, worthy friends :-my lord is
[seat;
often thus,
And hath been from his youth: 'pray you, keep
The fit is momentary; upon a thought
He will again be well: If much yon note him,
You shall offend him and extend his passion; †
Feed, and regard him not.-Are you a man?
Macb. Ay, and a bold one that dare look on
Which might appal the devil.

Lady M. O proper stuff!

[that

This is the very painting of your fear:
This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said,
0 these flaws and
Led you to Duncan.

starts

(Impostors to true fear,) would well become
A woman's story at a winter's fire,
Authoriz'd by her grandam. Shame itself!
Why do you make such faces? When all's done,
You look but on a stool.

Macb. Pr'ythee, see there! behold! look! lo!
how say you ?---
[too.-
Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak
If charnel-houses and our graves must send
Those that we bury, back, our monuments
Shall be the maws of kites. [Ghost disappears.
Lady M. What! quite unmann'd in folly ?
Mecb. If I stand here, I saw him.
Lady M. Fie, for shame!

Macb. Blood hath been shed 'ere now i'the
olden time,

Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal;
Ay, and since too, murders have been per-
form'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,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools: This is more
Than such a murder is.

Lady M. My worthy lord,
Your noble friends do lack you.
Macb. I do forget:-

[strange

Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends;
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
To those that know me. Come, love and health

to all;

Then I'll sit down:Give me some wine, fill full:

I drink to the general joy of the whole table,

Ghost rises.

And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we
miss;

Would he were here! to all and him, we thirst,
And all to all. |

Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.

Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the
earth hide thee !

Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with !

Lady M. Think of this, good peers,
But as a thing of custom; 'tis no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

Macb. What man dare, I dare:
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan Tiger,
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble: Or, be alive again,
And dare me to the desert with thy sword;

If trembling I inhibit
The baby of a girl.

Unreal mockery,

gone,

thee, protest me

Hence, horrible shadow i
[Ghost disappears.

hence !-Why,

so;-being

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 overcomet us like a summer's cload,
Without our special wonder? You make me

strange

Even to the disposition that I owe, t

When now I think you can behold such sights,
And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
When mine are blanched with fear.

Rosse. What sights, my lord?

Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows
worse and worse;

Question eurages 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 LORDS and ATTENDANTS. 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

Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies this person,

At our great bidding?

Lady M. Did you send to him, Sır ?

Macb. I hear it by the way; but 4 will send :
There's not a one of them, but in his house
I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow,
(Betimes I will,) unto the weird sisters:
More shall they speak; for now I am bent to
[good,
know,
By the worst means, the worst: for mine osa
All causes shall give way; I am in blood
Stepped in so far, that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er :
Strange things I have in head, that will to
hand;

Which must be acted, ere they may be scann'd. ¶
Lady M. You lack the season of all natures,

Thunder. Enter HECATE, meeting the three
WITCHES.

1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate ? you look
augerly.

Hec. Have I not reason, beldams as you are,
Saucy, and overbold? How did you dare
To trade and traffic with Macbeth,

In riddles and affairs of death;
And I, the mistress of your charms,
The close contriver of all harms,
Was never call'd to bear my part,
Or show the glory of our art?
And, which is worse, all you have done
Hath been but for a wayward son.
Spiteful and wrathful; who, as others do,
Loves for his own ends, not for yon.
But make amends now: Get you gone,
And at the pit of Acheron,

• Forbid.

1 Possess.

An Individual.

+ Pass over.

Magpies
Examined nicely.

Scene VI.

Meet me i'the morning: thither he
Will come to know his destiny.
Your vessels and your spells provide,
Your charms and every thing beside:
I am for the air; this night I'll spend
Unto a dismal-fatal end.

MACBETH.

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 slights
Shall raise such artificial sprights,

As, by the strength of their illusion
Shall draw him on to his confusion:

He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear:
And you all know, security

is mortal's 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.

(Erit.
1 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 further: only, I say,
Things have been strangely borne: The gracious
Duncan

Was pitied of Macbeth :-marry, he was dead :-
And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late;
Whom, you may say, if it please you, Fleance

kill'd,

For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late.
Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous
It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain,

To kill their gracious father? damued fact !
How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight,
In pions rage, the two delinquents tear,

That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of
sleep?

Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too;
For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive,
To hear the men deny it. So that, I say,
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

What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance.
Bat, peace!--for from broad words, and cause
he fail'd

His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear,
Macduff lives in disgrace: Sir, can you tell
V. bere he bestows himself?

Lord. The son of Duncan,

From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth
Lives in the English court; and is receiv'd
Of the most pious Edward with such grace,
That the malevolence of fortune nothing
Takes from his high respect : Thither Macduff
is gone to pray the holy king, on his aid
To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward:
That, by the help of these, (with Him above
To ratify the work,) we may again

Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights;
from our feasts and banquets bloody
Free
knives;

De faithful bomage, and receive free honours, +
All which we pine for now: And this report
Hath so exasperate the king, that he
Prepares for some attempt of war.
Len. Sent he to Macduff?

Lord. He did: and with an absolute,

not 1,

The cloudy messenger turns me his back,

L-A drop that has deep or hidden qualities.
Honours freely bostowed.
For exasperated.

And hums, as who should say, You'll rue the

time

That clogs me with this answer.

Len. And that well might

Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance"
His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel'

Fly to the court of England, and unfold

His message ere he come; that a swift blessing
May soon return to this our suffering country
Under a hand accurs'd!

Lord. My prayers with him!

ACT IV.

[Exeunt,

SCENE 1.-A dark Cave.-In the middle, a
Cauldron boiling.

Thunder. Enter the three WITCHES.

1 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat bath mew'd.
2 Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig
whin'd.

3 Witch. Harper cries :-'Tis time, 'tis tinje.
1 Witch, Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.--
Toad, that under coldest stone,
Days and nights hast thirty-one
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i'the charmed pot!

All. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.

2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake :
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue, of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble,

All. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.

3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of welf;
Witches mummy; maw and gulf, t
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock, digg'd i'the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat and slips of yew,
Silver'd in the moon's eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe,
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab :
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.

All. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.

2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good.

Enter HECATE, and the other three
WITCHES.
I commend your
Hec. Oh! well done!
pains;

And every one shall share i'the gains.
Aud now about the cauldron sing,
Like elves and fairies in a ring,
Enchanting all that you put iu..

SONG.

Black spirits and white,
Red spirits and grey
Mingle, mingle, mingle,

You that mingle may.

2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes :-

Sir, Open, locks, whoever knocks.

This word is employed to signify that the animal was hot and sweating with venom, although sleeping under a cold stone. : Ravenous..

The throat.

Entrails.

Enter MACBETH.

Macb. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags?

What is't you do?

All. A deed without a name.

Macb. I conjure you, by that which you pro-
fess,

(Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me :
Though you untie the winds, and let them fight
Against the churches; though the yesty
Confound and swallow navigation up;

waves

Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are:
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinaue hill
Shall come against him.

[Descends.

Macb. That will never be ;
Who can impress the forest; bid the tree
Unfix his earth-bound root? sweet bodement ?

good!

Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood

Of Birnam rise, and our high plac'd Macbeth
Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath

Though bladed corn be lodg'd,+ and trees blown To time and mortal custom.-Yet my heart

down;

Though castles topple on

heads;

their warders'

Though palaces and pyramids do slope
Their heads to their foundations; though the

To what I ask you.

1 Witch. Speak.

2 Witch. Demand.

3 Witch. We'll answer.

Throbs to know one thing; Tell me, (if your

Show!

All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;

1 Witch. Say, if thoud'st rather hear it from Come like shadows, so depart.

App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!--
Mucb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.
App. Be bloody, bold,

And resolute laugh to scorn the power of man,
For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.
[Descends.
Macb. Then live, Macduff; What need I fear
of thee?

But yet I'll make assurance double sure
And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live;
That I may tell pale-hearted fear, it lies,
And sleep in spite of thunder.-What is this,
Thunder.-AnAPPARITION of a Child Crowned,
with a Tree in his Hand, rises.

That rises like the issue of a king;
And wears upon his baby brow the round
And top of sovereignty? **

All. Listen, but speak not.

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

Eight Kings appear, and pass over the Stage in order; the last with a Glass in his hand; BANQUO following.

Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; down!

Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls :-And thy
hair,

Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first:-
A third is like the former :-Filthy hags!
Why do you show me this?-A fourth-Start,
eyes!

What! will the line stretch out to the crack of
doom?

Another yet?-A seventh ?-I'll see no more:-
And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass,
Which shows me many more; and some I sec,
That two-fold balls and treble scepters carry :
Horrible sight!-Ay, now, I see 'tis true;
For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon
me,

And points at them for bis.-What, is this so ↑
1 Witch. Ay, Sir, all this is so :-But why
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly ?-
Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprights,
And show the best of our delights;
I'll charm the air to give a sound,
While you perform the antique round:
That this great king may kindly say,
Our duties did his welcome pay.

[Music. The WITCHES dance, and varish.
Macb. Where are they? Gone ?-Let this per-
nicious hour

Stand aye accursed in the calender!—
Come in, without there!