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Scene V.—The Heath. Thunder. Enter Hecate, meeting the three Witches. Ist Witch. Why, how now, Hecate? you look
angerly. 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 called to bear my part, Or shew 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 you. But make amends now. Get you gone, And at the pit of Acheron Meet me i' the morning; thither he Will come to know his destiny. Your vessels and your spells provide, Your charms, and everything beside :
I am for the air; this night I'll spend
SONG (within). Come away, come away, &c.
Hark, I am called; my little spirit, see,
Scene VI.—Fores. A Room in the Palace.
Lord. The son of Duncan,
From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, Enter Lenox and another Lord.
Lives in the English court; and is received Len. My former speeches have but hit your Of the most pious Edward with such grace, thoughts,
That the malevolence of fortune nothing Which can interpret further: only, I say, Takes from his high respect: thither Macduff Things have been strangely borne. The gracious
is gone Duncan
To pray the holy king, upon his aid, Was pitied of Macbeth :—marry, he was dead : To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward : And the right-valiant Banquo walked too late ; That, by the help of these (with Him above Whom, you may say, if it please you, Fleance To ratify the work), we may again killed,
Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights ; For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late. Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives ; Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous Do faithful homage, and receive free honours; It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain
All which we pine for now: and this report To kill their gracious father? damnéd fact ! Hath so exasperate the King, that he How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight, Prepares for some attempt of war. In pious rage, the two delinquents tear,
Len. Sent he to Macduff? That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of Lord. He did: and with an absolute “ Sir, sleep?
not I,” Was not that nobly done ? Ay, and wisely too; The cloudy messenger turns me his back, For 't would have angered any heart alive, And hums; as who should say, “You 'll rue the To hear the men deny it. So that, I say, He has borne all things well: and I do think, That clogs me with this answer.” That, had he Duncan's sons under his key
Len. And that well might (As, an't please heaven, he shall not), theyA dvise him to a caution, to hold what distance should find
His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel What 't were to kill a father: so should Fleance. Fly to the court of England, and unfold But peace !—for from broad words, and 'cause His message ere he come; that a swift blessing he failed
May soon return to this our suffering country His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear Under a hand accursed ! Macduff lives in disgrace: sir, can you tell
Lord. I'll send my prayers with him! Where he bestows himself?
Scene I.-A dark Cave. In the middle,
a Cauldron boiling. Thunder.
Enter the three Witches.
In the poisoned entrails throw.-
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 2nd Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake:
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3rd Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf;
Witch's mummy; maw and gulf
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 2nd Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
Enter Hecate, and the other three Witches. Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution,
thanks; Hec. 0, well done! I commend your pains; | Thou hast harped my fear aright:-But one And every one shall share i'the gains.
more: And now about the cauldron sing,
Ist Witch. He will not be commanded. Here's Like elves and fairies in a ring,
another, Enchanting all that you put in.
More potent than the first.
Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises.
App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth -
Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.
App. Be bloody, bold, 2nd Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs,
And resolute; laugh to scorn the power of man; Something wicked this way comes :
For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth. Open locks, whoever knocks.
Macb. Then live, Macduff: What need I fear Enter Macbeth.
of thee? Macb. How now, you secret, black, and mid- But yet I'll make assurance double sure, night hags?
And take a bond of fate : thou shalt not live; What is 't you do?
That I may tell pale-hearted fear, it lies, All. A deed without a name.
And sleep in spite of thunder.—What is this, Macb. I conjure you, by that which you profess (Howe'er you come to know it), answer me:
Thunder. An Apparition of a Child crowned, with Though you untie the winds, and let them fight
a tree in his hand, rises. Against the churches; though the yesty waves That rises like the issue of a king; Confound and swallow navigation up;
And wears upon bis baby brow the round Though bladed corn be lodged, and trees blown And top of sovereignty? down;
AN. Listen, but speak not to't. Though castles topple on their warders' heads; | App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care Though palaces and pyramids do slope
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are: Their heads to their foundations; though the Macbeth shall never vanquished be, until treasure
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane bill Of Nature's germins tumble all together, Shall come against him.
[Descends. Even till destruction sicken, answer me
Macb. That will never be: To what I ask you.
Who can impress the forest; bid the tree 1st Witch. Speak.
Unfix his earth-bound root? sweet bodements ! 2nd Witch.
Demand. 3rd Witch.
We'll answer. Rebellious head, rise never till the wood 1st Witch. Say, if thou 'dst rather hear it from Of Birnam rise; and our high-placed Macbeth our mouths,
Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath Or from our masters'?
To time and mortal custom.—Yet my heart Macb. Call them; let me see them. Throbs to know one thing : tell me (if your art
1st Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten Can tell so much), shall Banquo's issue ever Her nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten
Reign in this kingdom? From the murderer's gibbet, throw
AU. Seek to know no more. Into the flame.
Macb. I will be satisfied : deny me this, AU. Come, high or low;
And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know:Thyself and office deftly shew.
Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this?
[Hautboys. Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head rises.
2nd Witch. Shew! Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power,–
3rd Witch. )
Come like shadows, so depart.
Eight Kings appear, and pass over the Stage in Beware the thane of Fife.-Dismiss me:-Enough. order; the last with a glass in his hand; BANQUO
Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; But no more sights!—Where are these gentlemen? down!
Come, bring me where they are. [Exeunt. Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls :—and thy air, Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first :A third is like the former :-Filthy hags! Why do you shew me this ?-A fourth ?-Start, Scene II.-Fife. A Room in Macduff's Castle.
eyes! What! will the line stretch out to the crack of
Enter Lady Macduff, her Son, and Rosse. doom?
Lady Macd. What had he done, to make him Another yet?-A seventh ?—I'll see no more :
fly the land?
Our fears do make us traitors.
L. Macd. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave Stands Macbeth thus amazédly?
his babes, Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprights,
His mansion, and his titles, in a place And shew the best of our delights ;
From whence himself does fly? He loves us not; I'll charm the air to give a sound,
He wants the natural touch: for the poor wren, While you perform your antique round:
The most diminutive of birds, will fight That this great king inay kindly say,
(Her young ones in her nest) against the owl. Our duties did his welcome pay.
All is the fear, and nothing is the love; [Music. The Witches dance, and vanish. As little is the wisdom, where the flight Macó. Where are they? Gone? Let this per So runs against all reason. nicious hour
Rosse. My dearest coz, Stand aye accursed in the calendar !
I pray you, school yourself: but, for your husband, Come in, without there!
He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows
The fits o’the season. I dare not speak much Enter LENOX.
further: Len. What's your grace's will ?
But cruel are the times when we are traitors, Macb. Saw you the weird sisters ?
And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour Len. No, my lord.
From what we fear, yet know not what we fear; Macb. Came they not by you?
But float upon a wild and violent sea, Len. No, indeed, my lord.
Each way, and move.--I take my leave of you : Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride; Shall not be long but I 'll be here again : And damned all those that trust them !—I did hear Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upThe galloping of horse: Who was 't came by?
ward Len 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you To what they were before.--My pretty cousin, word,
Blessing upon you! Macduff is fled to England.
L. Macd. Fathered he is, and yet he's fatherMacó. Fled to England ?
less. Len. Ay, my good lord.
Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits: | It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort: The flighty purpose never is o’ertook,
I take my leave at once.
[Exit Rosse. Unless the deed go with it: from this moment, L. Macd. Sirrah, your father's dead : The very firstlings of my heart shall be
And what will you do now? how will you live? The firstlings of my hand. And even now,
Sor. As birds do, mother. To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought L. Macd. What, with worms and Aljes? and done:
Son. With what I get, I mean; and so do they. The castle of Macduff I will surprise ;
L. Macd. Poor bird! thou 'ust never fear the Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o'the sword
net, nor lime, His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls | The pit-fall, nor the gin. That trace him in his line. No boasting like a Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they fool;
are not set for.This deed I'll do before this purpose cool : My father is not dead, for all your saying.