Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Than such a murder is. L. Macb. This is more strange My worthy lord, I do forget. Your noble friends do lack you. Macb. Do not muse1 at me, my most worthy friends: all; Come, love and health to Then I'll sit down:-Give me some wine; fill full: I drink to the general joy of the whole table, Ghost rises. And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss ; Lords. Our duties, and the pledge. Macb. Avaunt, and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; I Wonder. 2 i. e. all good wishes to all. L. Macb. Think of this, good peers, But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other; Macb. What man dare, I dare. L. Macb. You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting With most admired disorder. Macb. Can such things be, And overcome 2 us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder? You make strange Even to the disposition that I owe,3 When now I think you can behold such sights, When mine are blanch'd with fear. Rosse. me What sights, my lord? L. Macb. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse; Forbid. 2 Pass over. 2 Possess. Question enrages him: at once, good night ;- Macb. It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood. Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; Augurs, and understood relations,1 have 2 3 By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth The secret'st man of blood.—What is the night? which. Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person, At our great bidding? L. Macb. Did you send to him, sir? More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, By the worst means, the worst: for mine own good, All causes shall give way; I am in blood Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; sleep. Macb. Come, we'll to sleep: my strange and self-abuse Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use. We are yet but young in deed. [Exeunt. SCENE V. The heath. Thunder. Enter HECATE, meeting the THREE WITCHES. 1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate? you look an gerly. 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; 1 Examined nicely. Was never call'd to bear my part, And, which is worse, all you have done Meet me i' the morning: thither he Great business must be wrought ere noon: There hangs a vaporous drop profound; 1 Is mortals' chiefest enemy. SONG. [within.] 'Come away, come away,' &c. 1 A drop that has profound or hidden qualities. |