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By magot-pies,' and choughs, and rooks, brought forth The secret'st man of blood.-What is the night?
Lady M. Almost a odds with morning, which is
Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his At our great bidding? [person, Did you send to him, sir? Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will send : . There's not a one of them, but in his house
I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow,
(Betimes I will,) unto the weird sisters:
More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know,
Stept in so far, that, should I wade no more,
Strange things I have in head, that will to hand;
Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, sleep. Macb. Come, we'll to sleep: My strange and selfIs the initiate fear, that wants hard use:
We are yet but young in deed.
SCENE V.—The heath.
Thunder. Enter HECATE, meeting the three Witches. 1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate? you look angerly. Hec. Have I not reason, beldams, as you are,
Saucy, and overbold? How did you
To trade and traffick with Macbeth,
1 magpies. 2 i. e. the refreshing, restoring virtue of sleep. 3 strange and self-abuse, torturing disquietude, agonizing compunctions.
And, which is worse, all you have done
Spiteful, and wrathful; who, as others do,
Meet me i' th' morning; thither he
Your vessels, and your spells, provide,
Great business must be wrought ere noon:
There hangs a vaporous drop profound;
Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
SONG. [Within.] Come away, come away, &c.
Hark, I am call'd; my little spirit, see,
1 Witch. Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again.
SCENE VI.-Fores. A room in the palace.
Enter LENOX 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 gracious
Was pitied of Macbeth :-marry, he was dead :—
That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep?
(As, an't please heaven, he shall not,) they should find
Macduff lives in disgrace: Sir, can you tell
The son of Duncan,
From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth,
To wake Northumberland, and warlike Siward :
Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights;
The sense requires-Who can want the thought, &c.
Sent he to Macduff?
Lord. He did and with an absolute, Sir, not I, The cloudy messenger turns me his back, And hums; as who should say, You'll rue the time, That clogs me with this answer.
Len. And that well might Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel Fly to the court of England, and unfold His message ere he come; that a swift blessing May soon return to this our suffering country Under a hand accurs'd!
My prayers with him! [Exeunt.
SCENE I. A dark cave. In the middle, a cauldron
Enter the three Witches.
1 Witch. Thrice the brinded' cat hath mew'd.
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Harper, some imp.
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
All. Double, double toil and trouble
3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf;
All. Double, double toil and trouble;
2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good.
Enter HECATE and the other three Witches.
Black spirits and white,
gulf, the swallow, the throat. 3 To sliver is to cut, or slice.
5 chaudron, entrails.
2 ravin'd, glutted with prey. 4 drab, a common woman.