Mach. Call them, let me see them. 1 Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten Her nine farrow :-Grease, that's sweaten From the murderer's gibbet, throw Into the flame. All. Come, high, or low; Thyself, and office, deftly show. [Thunder. FIRST APPARITION, an armed Head, rises. Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power, Hear his speech, but say thou nought. App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff; Beware the thane of Fife.-Dismiss me:-Enough. [Descends. Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution thanks; Thou hast harp'd my fear aright:-But one word more 1 Witch. He will not be commanded: Here's an other, More potent than the first. [Thunder. SECOND APPARITION, a bloody Child, rises. App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!- App. Be bloody, bold, and resolute : laugh to scorn The power of man; for none of woman born Shall harm Macbeth. [Descends. Mach. Then live, Macduff; What nced I fear of thee? But yet I'll make assurance double sure, And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live; And sleep in spite of thunder. [Thunder. THIRD APPARITION, a Child crowned, with a Tree in his Hand, rises. What is this, 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 to't. App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill Macb. That will never be: Who can impress the forest; bid the tree [Descends. Unfix his earth-bound root? sweet bodements! good!— Yet my heart Throbs to know one thing; Tell me, (if your art Can tell so much,) shall Banquo's issue ever Reign in this kingdom? All. Seek to know no more. Macb. I will be satisfy'd: deny me this, And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know, [Thunder.-The Cauldron sinks. [4 Groan. Why sinks that cauldron?— And what noise is this? 1 Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show! 3 Witch. Show! All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like shadows, so depart. [Apparitions of Eight Kings, the last with a Glass in his Hand; and BANQUO, pass across. Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; down! Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls :-And thy air, 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 :- Enter BANQUO.-The WITCHES vanish. Horrible sight!-Now, I see, 'tis true; For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, And points at them for his.-What? is this so ?— Where are they? Gone?-Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar! Come in, without there! Enter SEYTON. Sey. 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! Sey. "Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word, Macduff is filed to England. Macb. Fled to England? Mach. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits : The flighty purpose never is o'er-took, Unless the deed go with it: From this moment, The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done : The castle of Macduff I will surprise; Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o'the sword That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool; [Exeunt. SCENE II. The Country, in England. Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF. Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade and 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, New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows Strike Heaven on the face, that it resounds As if it felt with Scotland, and yell'd out Like syllables of dolour. Mal. What you have spoke, it may be so, per chance. This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, Was once thought honest: you have lov'd him well; He hath not touch'd you yet. Macd. I am not treacherous. Mal. But Macbeth is. A good and virtuous nature may recoil, In an imperial charge. Macd. I have lost my hopes. Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did find my doubts. Why in that rawness left you wife, and child, Those precious motives, those strong knots of love, Without leave-taking?-I pray you, Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, But mine own safeties:-You may be rightly just, Whatever I shall think. Macd. Bleed, bleed, poor country! I would not be the villain that thou think'st, Mal. Be not offended: I speak not as in absolute fear of you. I think, our country sinks beneath the yoke; Macd. What should he be? Mal. It is myself I mean: in whom I know All the particulars of vice so grafted, That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state Esteem him as a lamb, being compar'd With my confineless harms. Macd. Not in the legions Of horrid hell, can come a devil more damn'd Mal. I grant him bloody, |