Leon. Let be, let be.

You kill her double: nay, present your hand.

veins

[Music.

Paul. Music; awake her strike.'Tis time; descend; be stone no more: approach; Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come; I'll fill your grave up stir; nay, come away; Bequeath to death your numbness, for from him Dear life redeem you.-You perceive, she stirs : [Hermione comes down from the Pedestal. 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

• i. e. Though her eye be fixed, it seems to have motion in it. † As if.

Is she become the suitor.
Leon. O, she's warm!

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

Pol. She embraces him.

Cam. She hangs about his neck;

[Embracing ker.

If she pertain to life, let her speak too.

Pol. Ay, and make't manifest where she has lived, Or, how stolen 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 lady;
Our Perdita is found.

[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,
Where hast thou been preserved? Where lived!
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 preserved
Myself to see the issue.

Paul. There's time enough for that,
Lest they desire, upon this push, to trouble
Your joy's with like relation.-Go together,
You precious winners all; your exultation
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.

Leon. O peace, Paulina;

Thou shouldst 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,
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 honesty,
Is richly noted; and here justified

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

My ill suspicion.-This your son-in-law,
And son unto the king, (whom heaven's 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: hastily lead away. [Exeunt,

You who by this discovery have gained what you desired. + Participate.

SCENE II-A Camp near Fores.

Alarum within. Enter King DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALEAIN, LENOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier.

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

The newest state.

Mal. This is the sergeant,

Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought
Gainst my captivity !-Hail, brave friend!
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil,
As thou didst leave it.

Sold. Doubtfully it stood;

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

The multiplying villainies of nature

Do swarm upon him,) from the western isles

Of Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied +;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel 1 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,
Which smoked with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion,

Carved out his passage, till he faced the slave;
And 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!

Sold. 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,

Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heels;
But the Norweyan lord, surveying 'vantage
With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men,
Began a fresh assault.

Dun. Dismay'd not this

Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

Sold. Yes;

As sparrows, eagles; or the hare the lion.

If I say sooth t, I must report they were

As cannons overcharged with double cracks;
So they

Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha ‡,
I cannot tell :-

But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.

Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy

wounds;

should he look,

That seems to speak things strange.

Rosse, God save the king!

Dun. Whence camest thou, worthy thane?
Rosse. From Fife, great king,

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

Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor,
The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict.
Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof ¶
Confronted him with self comparisons,

Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm,
Curbing his lavish spirit; and, to conclude,
The victory fell on us-

Dun. Great happiness!

Rosse. That now

* The opposite to comfort.

+ Truth.

Make another Golgotha as memorable as the first. 6 Mock. Shakspeare Licans Marz.

Defended by armour.

SCENE III-A Heath.

Thunder-Enter the three WITCHES.

1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister?

2 Witch. Killing swine.

3 Witch. Sister, where thou?

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

Aroint thee, witch! The ramp-fed-ronyon cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master of the Tiger: But in a sieve I'll thither sail,

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 ports they blow,

All the quarters that they know a 'the shipman's card t,

I will drain him dry as hay:

Sleep shall, neither night nor day,
Hang upon his pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid ý:
Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd.
Look what I have."

2 Witch. Shew me, shew me.

;

So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo!

I 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; But how of Cawdor? The thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman; and, to be king, Stands 1.ot within the prospect of belief, No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence You on this strange intelligence? Or why Upon this blasted heath yon stop our way With such prophetic greeting 1-Speak, I charge [Witches vanish. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them:-Whither are they vanish'd?

you.

Macb. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal, melted

As breath into the wind.-'Would they had staid! Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak

about?

1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd, as homeward he did come.

3 Witch. A drum, a drum;

Macbeth doth come.

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

Thus do go about, about;

Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,

And thrice again, to make up nine :
Peace-The charm's wound up.

Enter MACBETH and BANQUo.

Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores ?-What are

these,

So wither'd, and so wild in their attire;
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
me,

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.

Mach. Speak, if you can ;-What are you?

1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane of Glamis.

2 Witch. All hail Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!

3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! That shalt be king hereafter.

Ban. Good Sir, why do you start; and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair -I' the name of truth, Are ye fantastical T, or that indeed

Which outwardly ye shew? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Ofnoble having **, and of royal hope,

That he seems rapt + withal; tome you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time,

And say, which grain will grow, and which will

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;
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 troe?

Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives; why do you dress me

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 Combined with Norway; or did line the rebel With hidden help and 'vantage; or that with both He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not; But treasons capital, confess'd, and proved, Have overthrown him.

Mach. Giamis, 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, Promised no less to them?

Ban. That, trusted home,

Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
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 ns
In deepest consequence,
Cousins, a word, I pray yon.

Macb. Two truths are told,

As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme.-I thank 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 that suggestion

• The root which makes insane.
+ As fast as they could be counted.
Stimulate. Incitement.

Title. Temptation.

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 surmiset; and nothing is,

But what is not.

Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt.

On all deservers.-From hence to Inverness, And bind us further to you.

may crown me,

Without my stir.

Ban. New honours come upon him

Like our strange garments; cleave not to their mould,

But with the aid of use.

Macb. Come what come may;

Time and the hour runs through the ronghest day. Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. Macb. Give me your favour ý:-My dull brain was wrought

With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
Are register'd where every day I turn

The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the king.-
Think upon what hath chanced; and, at more time,
The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak
Our free hearts each to other.

Ban. Very gladly.

Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends. [Exeunt. SCENE IV-Fores.-A Room in the Palace. Flourish.-Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALEAIN, LENOX, 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 spokę
With one that saw him die: who did report,
That very frankly he confess'd his treasons;
Implored 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 owed,
As 'twere a careless trifle.

Dun. 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 recompense is slow

To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less deserved;

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 it, 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 thing

Safe toward your love and honour.

Dun. Welcome hither:

I have begun to plant thee, and will labour

To make thee full of growing *.-Noble Banquo,
That hast no less deserved, nor must be known,
No less to have done so, let me infold thee,
And hold thee to my heart.

Bon. There if I grow,

The harvest is your own.
Dun. My plenteons 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,
The prince of Cumberland: which honour must
Not, unaccompanied, invest him only,

But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine

Let not light see my black and deep desires :
The eye wink at the hand! Yet let that be,
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see, [Erit.
Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant;
And in his commendations I am fed ;

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

SCENE V.-Inverness.—A Room in MACBETH'S

Castle.

Enter Lady MACBETH, reading a Letter. Lady M.-They met me in the day of success ; and I have learned by the perfectest report, they have mare in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves-air, into which they vanished. 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, 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 greatness; that thou might'st not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
What thon art promised :-Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness,
To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great;
Art not without ambition; but without

The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst

Glamis,

That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it ;
And that which rather thou dost fear to do,
Than wishest should be undone. Hie 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 ș,
Which fate and metaphysical || aid doth seem
To have thee crown'd withal.-What is your tidings 2
Enter an ATTENDANT.

Atten. The king comes here to-night.
Lady M. Thou'rt mad to say it:

Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so,
Would have inform'd for preparation.

Atten. So please you, it is true; our thane is coming:

One of my fellows had the speed of him;
Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
Than would make up his message.

Lady M. Give him tending,

He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse,
[Exit Attendant.
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits
That tend on mortal¶ thoughts, unsex me here;
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full
Of direst cruelty! Make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse** ;
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Snake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect, and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances

You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell!
That my keen knife I see not the wound it makes;
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry, Hold, hold!-Great Glamis! Worthy Cawdor!

Full as valiant as described. + The best intelligence.

Enter MACBETH.

Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter !
Thy letters have transported me beyond
This ignorant present, and I feel now
The future in the instant.

Macb. My dearest love,

Duncan comes here to-night.

Lady M. And when goes hence?
Mach. To-morrow,-as he purposes.
Lady M. O, never

Shall sun that morrow see!

Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men
May read strange matters:-To beguile the time,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent
flower,

But be the serpent under it. He that's coming
Must be provided for: and you shall put
This night's great business into my despatch;
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdoni.
Macb. We will speak further.
Lady M. Only look up clear;
To alter favour ever is to fear:
Leave all the rest to me.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VI.-The same.-Before the Castle.

Hautboys. Servants of MACBETH attending. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENOX, MACDUFF, ROSSE, Avaus, and Attendants. Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recomiends itself Unto our gentle senses.

Ban. This guest of summer,

The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath,
Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, buttress,
Nor coigne of 'vantage, but this bird hath made
His pendent bed, and procreant cradle: where
they

Most breed and haunt, I have observed, the air
Is delicate.

It were done quickly: If the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch,'
With his surcease, success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,-
We'd jump the life to come.-But, in these cases,
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips. He's here in double trust:
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
Who should against his murderer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off:
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,"
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind.-I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself,
And falls on the other.--How now! What news?
Enter Lady MACBETH.

Lady M. He has almost supp'd; why have you left the chamber?

Macb, Hath he ask'd for me?
Lady M. Know you not, he has?

Mucb. We will proceed no further In this busi

ness:

He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Not cast aside so soon.

Lady M. Was the hope drunk,

Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since!
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely? From this time,
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valour,
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem;
Letting I dare not wait upon I would,
Like the poor cat i' the adage?

Macb. Pr'ythee, peace;

I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none.

Lady M. What beast was it then,

That made you break this enterprize to me?
When you durst do it, then you were a man;
And, to be more than what you were, you would
Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place,
Did then adheret, and yet you would make both:
They have made themselves, and that their fitness

now

Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know
How tender 'tis, to love the babe that milks me:
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn, as you,
Have done to this.

Macb. If we should fail,

Lady M. We fail!

But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep,
(Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey
Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains
Will I with wine and wassel so convinces,
That memory, the warder of the brain,
Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason
A limbeck only :-When in swinish sleep
Their drenched natures lie, as in a death,
What cannot you and I perform upon
The unguarded Duncan! What not put upon
His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt
Of our great quell¶?

Macb. Bring forth men-children only!
For thy undaunted mettle should compose
Nothing but males. Will it not be received **,
When we have marked with blood those sleepy
two