Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, I am a man again. Pray you, sit still." With most admired disorder. strange Even to the disposition that I owe, When now I think you can behold such sights, Ross. Question enrages him. At once, good night: Len. Good night; and better health 120 A kind good night to all! [Exeunt all but Macbeth and Lady M. Macb. It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood: Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person At our great bidding? By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good, All causes shall give way: I am in blood Which must be acted ere tney may be scann'd. Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, sleep. 141 Mucb. Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse Think of this, good peers, But as a thing of custom : 'tis no other; Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. Macb. What man dare, I dare: 99 Is the initiate fear that wants hard use: We are yet but young in deed, [Exeunt SCENE 1.] SCENE V. A Death. Thunder. Enter the three Witches First 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 call'd to bear my part, Meet me i' the morning: thither he Your vessels and your spells provide, Great business must be wrought ere noon : There hangs a vaporous drop profound; Shall raise such artificial sprites As by the strength of their illusion 10 20 He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear 30 Is mortals' chiefest enemy. [Music and a song within: 'Come away, come away,' &c. Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see,, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. [Exit. First Witch. Come, let's make haste; she'll [Exeunt. soon be back again. SCENE VI. Forres. The palace. Enter LENNOX and another Lord. Len. My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, Which can interpret further only, I say, Things have been strangely borne. The gra cious Duncan Was pitied of Macbeth: marry, he was dead: And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late; Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd, For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late. Who cannot want the thought how monstrous It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain To kill their gracious father? damned fact ! How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight In pious rage the two delinquents tear, That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep? Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too; For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fle20 ance. But, peace! for from broad words and 'cause he fail'd His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear Lord. Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights, Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives, Do faithful homage and receive free honors: Len. Sent he to Macduff? Lord. He did and with an absolute 'Sir, not I,' 40 The cloudy messenger turns me his back, All. Double, double toil and trouble; 10 Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. Sec. Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, Eye of newt and toe of frog, All. Double, double toil and trouble; 20 Fire burn and cauldron bubble. [wolf, Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of Witches' mummy, maw and gulf Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark, Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew Silver'd in the moon's eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab : Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, For the ingredients of our cauldron. All. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. 30 here's another, More potent than the first. Thunder. Second Apparition: A bloody Sec. App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! The power of man, for none of woman born Macb. Then live, Macduff: with need I fear of thee? But yet I'll make assurance double sure. Thunder. Third Apparition: a Child crowned, with a tree in his hand. What is this That rises like the issue of a king, All. Listen, but speak not to't. Third App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care 90 Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are: Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood |