To this dead man than you shall see me pay. SCENE IV.-Another Part of the Field. Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both Armies; then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and Others. Bru. Yet, countrymen, O! yet hold up your heads. Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me? I will proclaim my name about the field: A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend; Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus. Exit. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord! there is no tarrying here. Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; 42 Hence! I will follow. I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord. Bru. Farewell, good Strato. Cæsar, now be still: I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. master? Strato, where is thy Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, The conquerors can but make a fire of him ; That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Mes. How died my master, Strato? 60 Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master. Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators save only he 70 Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar; 80 The multiplying villanies of nature Do swarm upon him, from the western isles Like valour's minion carv'd out his passage 20 Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps, And fix'd his head upon our battlements. Dun. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! Ser. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break, So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come Discomfort swells. Mark, King of Scotland, mark: No sooner justice had with valour arm'd But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage, Dun. Dismay'd not this Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? Yes; As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe: 30 Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, I cannot tell But I am faint, my gashes cry for help. 41 Dun. No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest. Go pronounce his present And with his former title greet Macbeth. Dun. What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath SCENE III.-A Heath. Thunder. Enter the three Witches. First Witch. Where hast thou been, sister! Third Witch. Sister, where thou? First Witch. A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd: ‘Give me,' quoth I: 'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries. But in a sieve I'll thither sail, Second Witch. I'll give thee a wind. First Witch. Thou 'rt kind. Third Witch. And I another. First Witch. I myself have all the other; I will drain him dry as hay: Dun. So well thy words become thee as thy Look what I have. Second Witch. Show me, show me. Third Witch. A drum! a drum! Drum within. All. The weird sisters, hand in hand, Enter MACBETH and BANQUo. So wither'd and so wild in their attire, By Sinel's death I know I am Thane of Glamis; you. 80 Macb. Into the air, and what seem'd corporal melted As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd! Ban. Were such things here as we do speak about? In borrow'd robes ? 110 Who was the thane lives yet; With those of Norway, or did line the rebel Macb. Aside. Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor: To BANQUO. 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. Macb. Aside. 130 Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentlemen. Aside. 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 that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair 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 Ban. To the self-same tune and words. Who's But what is not. here? Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt. Macb. Aside. If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Or have we eaten on the insane root Macb. Your children shall be kings. You shall be king. Macb. And Thane of Cawdor too; went it not so? Enter Ross and ANGUS. Without my stir. Ban. 141 New honours come upon him, Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould Ross. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, In viewing o'er the rest o' the self-same day, 100 SCENE IV.-Forres. A Room in the Palace. Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, and Attendants. Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Those in commission yet return'd? Mal. My liege, They are not yet come back; but I have spoke With one that saw him die; who did report That very frankly he confess'd his treasons, Implor'd your highness' pardon and set forth A deep repentance. Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd As 'twere a careless trifle. 10 Enter MACBETH, BANQUỎ, Ross, and ANGUS. O worthiest cousin! The sin of my ingratitude even now Was heavy on me. Thou art so far before That swiftest wing of recompense is slow To overtake thee; would thou hadst less deserv'd, That the proportion both of thanks and pay ment Might have been mine! only I have left to say, Which do but what they should, by doing every thing Safe toward your love and honour. Welcome hither: Ban. The harvest is your own. Dun. There if I grow, 31 My plenteous joys, But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine 40 Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you: I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, Enter Lady MACBETH, reading a letter, They met me in the day of success; and I have learned by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made thenselves air, into which they vanished. Whiles ! stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all-hailed me Thane of Cawdor'; bg which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me and referred me to the coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that shalt be!' This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greating, by being ignorant of what greatness is pro ness, that thou mightest not lose the dues of rejoinmised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell. 14 |