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That two-fold balls and treble scepters carry:, I pray you, school yourself: But, for your busHorrible sight!-Ay, now, I see 'tis true ;
band, For the blood-bolter'd* Banquo smiles upon He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows
The fits o'the season. I dare not speak much And points at them for his.--What, is this so?
further : 1 Witch. Ay, Sir, all this is so :-But why But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?-.
And do not know ourselves; when we hold ruCome, sisters, cheer we up his sprights,
(fear; And show the best of our delights ;
From what we fear, yet krow not what we I'll charm the air to give a sound,
But float upon a wild and violent sea, While you perform the antique round : Each way, and move.--I take my leave of you : That this great king may kindly say,
Shall not be long but I'll be here again : Our duties did his welcome pay.
Things at the worst will cease, or else climb (Music. The Witches dance, and vanish.
upward Macb. Where are they? Gone?—Let this To what they were before.—My pretty cousin, pernicious hour
Blessing upon you ! Stand aye accursed in the calender!
L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's father. Come in, without there!
Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay Enter LENOX.
longer, Len. What's your grace's will?
It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort: Macb. Saw you the weird sisters ?
I take my leave at once.
[Exit Rosse. Len. No, my lord.
L. Mucd. Sirrah,* your father's dead; Macb. Came they pot by you?
And what will you do now? How will you live? Len. No, indeed, my lord.
Son. As birds do, mother. Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride; Macd. What, with worms and flies ? And damn’d, all those that trust them!—I did Son. With what I get, I mean ; and so do hear
they. The galloping of horse: Who was't came by? L. Macd. Poor bird! thoud'st never fear the Len. "Tis two or three, my lord, that bring
net, nor lime, you word,
The pit-fall, nor the gin. Macduff is fled to England,
Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they Macb. Fled to England ?
are not set for. Len. Ay, my good lord.
My father is not dead, for all your saying. Macb. Time, thou anticipatstt my dread ex- L. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how will thou do The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, (ploits :
for a father? Unless the deed go with it: From this moment, Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband ? The very firstlings of my heart shall be
L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at any The firstlings of my hand. And even now
market. To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought Son. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again. and done:
L. Macd. Thou speak’st with all thy wit; and The castle of Macduff I will surprise ;
yet i’faith; Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o'the sword With wit enough for thee. His wite, his babes, and all unfortunate souls Son. Was my father a traitor, mother? That traces his line. No boasting like a fool; L. Macd. Ay, that he was. This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool : Son. Wbat is a traitor ? But no more sights! Where are these gentle- L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies. men ?
Son. And be all traitors, that do so ? Come, bring me where they are. [Exeunt. L. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor,
and must be hanged. SCENE 11.--Fife.- A Room in MACDUFF'S bon. And must they all be hanged, that Castle.
swear and lie? Enter Lady MACDUFF, her Son, and Rosse. L. Macd. Every one.
Son. Who must hang them ? L. Macd. What had he done, to make him
L. Macd. Why, the honest men. fly the land?
Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools : Rosse. You must have patience, madam.
for there are liars and swearers enough to L. Macd. He had none:
beat the honest men, and hang up them. His flight was madness: When our actions do Our fears do inake us traitors.||
L. Macd. Now, God help thee, poor mon.
key! But how wilt thou do for a father? Rosse. You know not, Whether it was his wisdom, or bis fear.
Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him; L. Mucd. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave should quickly have a new father.
if you would not, it were a good sign that I his babes, His mansion, and' his titles, in a place (not;
L. Macd. Poor prattler! bow thou talk'st. From whence himself does fly? He loves us
Enter a Messenger. He wants the natural touch:for the poor wren,
Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you The most diminutive of birds, will fight,**
known, Her young ones in her nest, against
the owl, Though in your state of honour I am perfect. All is the fear, and nothing is the love;
I doubt, some danger does approach you ncarAs little is the wisdom, where the flight If you will take a homely man's advice, [ly : So runs against all reason.
Be not found here; hence, with your little Rosse. My dearest cut,
To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage; * Besmeared with bim
+ 26. Spirits. To do worse to you, were fell cruelty,
* Sirrah was not, in our author's time, a terni of re
** Fight for. + I am perfectly acquainted with your rank,
iPhich is too nigh your person. Heaven pre- Macd. Bleed, bleed, poor country! serve you!
Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, I dare abide no longer. [Exit Messenger. For goodness dares not check thee! wear thou L. Macd. Whither should I fly ?
thy wrongs, I have done no harm. But I remember now Thy title is affeerd!-Fare thee well, lord : I am in this earthy world; where, to do harm, I would not be the villain that thou think'st js often laudable: to do good, sometime, For the whole space that's in the tyrant's Accounted dangerous folly : Why then, alas ! And the rich east to boot.
(grasp, Do I put up that womanly defence,
Mal. Be not offended : To say I have done no harm ?- -What are I speak not as in an absolute fear of you. these faces ?
I think, our country sinks beneath the yoke;
It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash Enter MURDERERS.
Is added to her wounds: I think, withal,
There would be hands uplifted in my right; Mur. Where is your husband ?
And here, from gracious England, häve I offer L. Macd. I hope, in no place so nnsanctified, Of goodly thousands : But, for all this, Where such as thou may'st find him.
When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, Mur. He's a traitor.
Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country Son. Thou ly’st, thou shag-ear'd villain.
Shall have more vices than it had before ; Mur. What, you egg? [Stabbing him. More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever, Young fry of treachery ?
By him that shall succeed. Son. He has killed me, mother ;
Macd. What should he be? Run away, I pray you.
Mal. It is myself I mean : in whom I know Exit Lady MacDUFF, crying murder, All the particulars of vice so grafted, (beth and pursued by the MÚRDERERS.
That, when they shall be open'd, black Mac
Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state CENE III.-England.-A Room in the
Esteem him as a lamb, being compar'd
With my confineless barms.
Macd. Not in the legions
Of horrid hell, can come a devil more damn'd Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade, In evils, to top Macbeth. and there
Mal. I grant him bloody, Weep our sad bosoms empty.
Luxurious,t avaricious, false, deceitful, Macd. Let us rather
[men, Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good that has a nanie: But there's no bottom, none, Bestride our downfall’n birthdom:* Each new In my voluptuousness : your wives, your morn,
[ur New widows howl; new orphans cry; new Your matrons, and your maids, could not fil Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds
The cistern of my lust; and my desire As if it felt with Scotland, and yell’d out All continent impediments would o'er-bear, Like syllable of dolour.
That did oppose my will : Better Macbeth, Mal. What I believe, I'll wail;
Than such a one to reign.
In nature is a tyranny ; it hath been
(well ; To take upon you what is yours : you may Was once thought honest : you have lov'd him Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty, He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young; And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodbut something
As will to greatness dedicate themselves, Macd. I am not treacherous.
Finding it so inclin'd. Mal. But Macbeth is.
Mal. With this, there grows, A good and virtuous nature may recoil, (don; In my most ill-compos’d affection, such In an imperial charge. But crave your par- A stanchless avarice, that, were I king, That which you are, my thoughts cannot trans- I should cut off the nobles for their lands; pose :
(fell : Desire his jewels, and this other's house : Angels are bright still, though the brightest And my mure-having would be as a sauce Though all things foul would wear the brows To make me hunger more; that I should of grace,
forge Yet grace must still look so.
Quarrels unjust against the good, and loyal, Macd. I have lost my hopes.
Destroying them for wealth. Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did
Macd. This avarice
[root find my doubts. Why in that rawness left you wife, and child, Than summer-seeding lust: and it hath been
Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious (Those precious motives, those strong knots of The sword of our slain kings: Yet do not fear; love,)
Scotland hath foysonse to till up your will, Without leave taking ?-I pray you, Let not my jealousies be your dishonours,
Of your mere own : All these are portableil
With other graces weigh’d. But mine own safeties:-- You may be rightly Mal. But I have none : The king-becoming just,
graces, Whatever I sball think.
* Legally settled by those who had the final sejudsBirthright. 1 1. e. A kood mind may recede from g odness in the
I Pasionate, execution of a royal commission.
| May be endurel
As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, The mere despair of surgery, he cures ;
To the succeeding royalty he leaves [tue,
That speak him full of grace.
Macd. See, who comes here?
Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him No, not to live. -O nation miserable,
not. With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd,
Macd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hiWhen shalt thou see thy wholesome days again?
ther. Since that the truest issue of thy throne
Mal. I know him now: Good God, betimes By his own interdiction stands accurs'd,
The means that make us strangers! [remove And does blaspheme his breed ?—Thy royal
Rosse. Sir, Amen. father
Macd. Stands Scotland where it did ? Was a most sainted king; the queen, that boré
Rosse. Alas, poor country; Oftner upon her knees than on her feet,
Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot Died every day she lived. Fare thee well!
Be call'd our mother, but our grave: where These evils, thou repeat'st upon thyself,
nothing, Have banish'd me from Scotland.-0, my
But who knows nothing, is once seen to smil-. Thy hope ends here!
Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks that ren Mal. Macduff, this noble passion,
(seems Child of integrity, hath from my soul
Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow Wip'd the black scruples, reconcil'd my
A modern ecstacy;t the dead man's knell thoughts
(beth Is there scarce ask’d, for who; and good men's To thy good truth and bonour. Devilish Mac- Expire before the flowers in their caps, [lives, By many of these trains hath sought to win me
Dying, or ere they sicken.
Macd. O, relation,
Mal. What is the newest grief?
Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the Unspeak mine own detraction : here abjure
Each minute teems a new one. (speaker; The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
Macd. How does my wife? For strangers to my nature. I am yet
Rosse. Why, well. Unknown to woman; never was forsworn;
Macd. And all my children ? Scarcely have coveted what was mine own;
Rosse. Well too. At no time broke my faith ; would not betray
Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their The devil to his fellow; and delight [ing
peace? No less in truth, than life: my first false speak
Rosse. No; they were well at peace, when I Was this upon myself : What I am truly,
did leave them. Is thine, and my poor country's, to command
Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech; Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach,
How goes it? Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men,
Rosse. When I came hither to transport the All ready at a point, was setting forth :
tidings, Now we'll together; And the chance, of good-Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour ness,
[silent ? Of many worthy fellows that were out; Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you
Which was to my belief witness'd the rather, Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome things For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot: Tis hard to reconcile.
Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland
Would create soldiers, make our women fight, Entor a Doctor.
To doti't their dire distresses.
Mal. Be it their comfort, Mal. Well; more anon.-Comes the king We are coming thither: gracious England hath forth, I pray you?
Lent us good Siward, and ten thousand men; Doct, Ay, Sir: there are a crew of wretched An older, and a better soldier, none souls,
That Christendom gives out. That stay his cure: their malady convincest
Rosse. 'Would I could answer
Where hearing should not latch them.
Due to some single breast?
(part I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven, Macd. If it be mine, Himself best knows: but strangely-visited | Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.
people, All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The coin called an angel.
+ Common distress of mind.
• Put ofr. Over-hasty credulity. + Overpowers, sublues. Catch,
!! A grief that has a single owner
Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue Doci. A great perturbation in nature! to re
(sound, ceive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the Which shall possess them with the heaviest effects of watching:- In this slumbry agitation, That ever set they heard.
besides her walking, and other actual perMacd. Humph! I guess at it.
formances, what, at any time, have you heard Rosse. Your castle is surpriz'd: your wife, her say? and babes,
Gent. That, Sir, which I will not report after Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner, her. Were, on the quarry* of these murder'd deer, Doct. You may, to me; and 'tis most meet To add the death of you. Mul. Merciful heaven!
[brows; Gent. Neither to you, nor any one ; having What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your no witness to confirm my speech. Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not speak,
(break. Enter Lady Macbety, with a Taper. Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it Mucd. My children too?
Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise; Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all
and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; That could be found.
stand close. Macd. And I must be from thence!
Doct. How came she by that light? My wife kill'd too?
Gent. Why, it stood by her: she has light by Rosse. I have said.
her continually ; 'tis her command. Mal. Be comforted:
Doct. You see, her eyes are open. Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge,
Gent, Ay, but their sense is shut. To cure this deadly grief.
Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how Macd. He has no children.-All my pretty she rubs her hands. ones?
Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, Did you say, all ?–0, hell-kite !-All? to seem thus washing her hands; I have known What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, her continue in this a quarter of an hour. At one fell swoop?
Lady M. Yet here's a spot. Mal. Dispute it like a man.
Doct. Hark, she speaks: I will set down Macd. I shall do so;
what comes from her, to satisfy my rememBut I must also feel it as a man:
brance the more strongly. I cannot but remember such things were,
Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I say !-That were not precious to me. - Did heaven One; Two; Why, then 'tis time to do't :
Hell'is murky !* -Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, and afеar'd? What need we fear who knows They were all struck for thee! naught that I it, when none can call our power to account: am,
-Yet who would have thought the old man to Not for their own demerits, but for mine,
have had so much blood in him? Fell slaughter on their souls : Heaven rest Doct. Do you mark that? them now !
Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword: Where is she now?
-What, will these let grief
[it. hands ne'er be clean ?--No more o'that, my Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage lord, no more o'that: you mar all with this Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine starting. eyes,
(heaven, Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what And braggart with my tongue!-But, gentle you should not. Cut short all intermission;t front to front,
Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself; am sure of that: Heaven knows what she has Within my sword's length set him; if be 'scape, known. Heaven forgive him too!
Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still: Mal. This tune goes manly.
all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten Come, go we to the king; our power is ready; this little hand. Oh! oh! oh! Our lack is nothing but our leave : Macbeth
Doct. What a sight is there! The heart is Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above sorely charged. Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer Gent. I would not have such a heart in my you may ;
bosom, for the dignity of the whole body. The night is long, that never finds the day. Doct. Well, well, well,--.
(Exeunt. Gent. 'Pray God, it be, Sir.
Doct. This disease is beyond my practice: ACT V.
Yet I have known those which have walked in
their sleep, who have died holily in their beds. SCENE 1.-Dunsinane.- A Room in the Castle. Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your Enter a Doctor of Physic, and u waiting Gen-night-gown ; look not so pale :-1 tell you yet
again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out TLEWOMAN.
of his grave. Doct. I have two nights watched with you, Doct. Even so? but can perceive no truth in your report. When Lady M. To bed, to bed ; there's knocking was it she last walked ?
at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, your hand; What's done, cannot be undone : I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her To bed, to bed, to bed. (Exit Lady MACBETH. night-gown upon her, unlock her closet, take Doct. Will she go now to bed ? forth paper, fold it, write upon it, read it, af- Gent. Directly. terwards seal it, and again return to bed ; yet Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad : Uopa all this while in a most fast sleep.
tural deeds The game after it is killed.
† All pause.
Do breed unnatural troubles : Infected minds
Enter a SERVANT. To their deaf pillows will discharge their se- The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac d crets.
(cian.-- Where got'st thou that goose look ? [loon !* More needs she the divive, than the physi- Serv. There is ten thousandGod, God, forgive us all! Look after her;
Macb. Geese, villain? Remove from her the means of all annoyance, Serv. Soldiers, Sir. And still keep eyes upon her:-So, good Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy night:
fear, My mind she has mated," and amaz'd my Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch ? I think, but dare not speak.
Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine Gent. Good night, good doctor. [Exeunt. Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, wheySCENE II.—The Country near Dunsinane.
Serv. The English force, so please you. Enter, with Drum and Colours, MENTETH, Cath- Macb. Take thy face hence.-Seyton !--I am NESS, ANGUS, Lenox, and Soldiers.
sick at heart, Ment. The English power is near, led on by When I behold-Seyton, I say!—This push Malcolm,
Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now. His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. I have liv'd long enough: my way of life Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf: Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm,
And that which should accompany old age, Excite the mortified man.
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, Ang. Near Birnam wood [coming, I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Shall we well meet them; that way are they Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with his
[dare not. brother?
Which the poor heart would fain deny, but
Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ?
Mucb. What news more? Cath. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies : Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate reported. Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, [him,
Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh He cannot burkle his distemper'd cause
be hack'd. Within the belt of rule.
Give me my armour. Ang. Now does he feel
Sey. 'Tis not needed yet. His secret murders sticking on his hands: Mach. I'll put it on. Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; Send out more horses, skirr the country round; Those he commands, move on., in command, Hang those that talk of fear.-Give me mine Nothing in love: now does he feel the title How does your patient, doctor? [armour.Hang loose about him, like a giant's roce
Doct. Not so sick, my lord, Upon a dwarfish thief.
As she is troubled with thick.coming fancies, Ment. Who then shall blame
That keep her from her rest. His pester'd senses to recoil, and start,
Macb. Cure her of that: When all that is within him does condemn Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; Itself, for being there?
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Cuth. Well, march we on,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain; To give obedience where 'tis truly owd : And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Meet we the medecins of the sickly weal;
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff, And with him pour we, in our country's purge, which weighs upon the heart? Each drop of us.
Doct. Therein the patient Len. Or so much as it needs, (weeds. Must minister to himself. To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of Make we our march towards Birnam.
(staff : (Exeunt, marching. Come, put mine armour on; give me my
Seyton, send out.-Doctor, the thanes fly from SCENE III.-Dunsinane.-A Room in the
Come, Sir, despatch :-If thou could'st, doctor,
The water of my land, find her disease, Enter Macbeth, DOCTOR, and ATTENDANTS.
And purge it to a sound and pristine health, Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them I would applaud thee to the very echo, fly all;
That should applaud again.-Pull't off, I say.Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
What rhubarb, senna; or what purgative drug, I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Mal- Would scour these English hence !-Hearest colm!
thou of them ? Was he not born of woman? The spirits that
Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparaAll mortal consequents, pronounc'd me thus:
Makes us hear something.
(tion Feur not, Macbeth; no man, that's born of uroman,
Mach. Bring it after me. Shall e'er hare power on thee. --Then fly, false I will not be afraid of death and bane, thanes,
Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. [Erit. And mingle with the English epicures :
Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and The mind' I sway by, and the heart I bear,
clear, Shall never sag || with doubt, nor shake with Profit again should hardly draw me here. fear.
[Erit * Confounded + A religious; an ascetic. * Base fellow.
+ An appellation of contempt. * Vobearded. The physician.