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quo: 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 see
That two-fold balls and treble scepters carry :
Horrible sight! Now, I see, 'tis true;
For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me,
And points at them for his. [Apparitions van-

ish.] What, is this so?

First Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so: but why Stands Macbeth thus amazedly ? Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites, And show the best of our delights: I'll charm the air to give a sound, While you perform your antic round: That this great king may kindly say, Our duties did his welcome pay.

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[Music. The witches dance and then vanish, with Hecate.

Mach. Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour

Stand aye accursed in the calendar

Come in, without there!

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SCENE II. Fife. Macduff's castle.
Enter LADY MACDUFF, her Son, and Ross.
L. Macd. What had he done, to make him
fly the land?
Ross. You must have patience, madam.
L. Macd.
He had none :
His flight was madness: when our actions do
not,

Our fears do make us traitors.
Ross.

You know not Whether it was his wisdom or his fear.

L. Macd. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to

leave his babes,

His mansion and his titles in a place From whence himself does fly? He loves us not;

He wants the natural touch for the poor wren,

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But cruel are the times, when we are traitors And do not know ourselves, when we hold

rumor

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From what we fear, yet know not what we fear, But float upon a wild and violent sea Each way and move. I take my leave of you: Shall not be long but I'll be here again: Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward

To what they were before. My pretty cousin, Blessing upon you!

L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fa

therless.

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I speak not as in absolute fear of you.

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I think our country sinks beneath the yoke;
It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash
Is added to her wounds: I think withal
There would be hands uplifted in my right;
And here from gracious England have I offer
Of goodly thousands: but, for all this,
When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head,
Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country
Shall have more vices than it had before,
More suffer and more sundry ways than ever,
By him that shall succeed.

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 Mac

beth

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I should cut off the nobles for their lands,
Desire his jewels and this other's house: 80
And my more-having would be as a sauce
To make me hunger more that I should

forge

Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal,
Destroying them for wealth.
Macd.
This avarice

Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious

root

Than summer-seeming lust, and it hath been
The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear,
Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will.
Of your mere own all these are portable,
With other graces weigh'd.

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Mal. But I have none the king-becoming

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Macd.

Fit to govern! No, not to live. O nation miserable, With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd, When shalt thou see thy wholesome days

again,

Since that the truest issue of thy throne
By his own interdiction stands accursed,
And does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal

father

Was a most sainted king: the queen that
bore thee,
Oftener upon her knees than on her feet, 110
Died every day she lived. Fare thee well!
These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself

Have banish'd me from Scotland,

breast,

Thy hope ends here! Mal.

thoughts

me

O my

Macduff, this noble passion,

Child of integrity, hath from my soul
Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my
[beth
To thy good truth and honor. Devilish Mac-
By many of these trains hath sought to win
[me
Into his power, and modest wisdom plucks
From over-credulous haste: but God above
Deal between thee and me! for even now 121
I put myself to thy direction, and
Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure
The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
For strangers to my nature. I am yet
Unknown to woman, never was forsworn,
Scarcely have coveted what was mine own,
At no time broke my faith, would not betray
The devil to his fellow and delight [speaking
No less in truth than life: my first false

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