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Meet me i'the morning : thither be
And hums, as who should say, You'll rue the Will come to know bis destiny.
time Your vessels and your spells provide,
That clogs me with this answer. Your cbarms and every thing beside :
Len. And that well might I am for the air ; this night I'll spend
Advise him to a caution, to hold wbat distance Uuto a dismal-fatal end,
His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel Great business must be wrought ere noon : Fly to the court of England, and unfold Upon the corner of the moon
His message ere be come ; that a swift blessing There hangs a vaporous drop profound :
May soon return to this our suffering country I'll catch it ere it come to ground:
Under a band accurs'd! And that, distill'd by magic slights
Lord. My prayers with him! (Ereunt.
SCENE I.-A dark Cave.- In the middle, a Song. (Within.] Come away, come away, &c.
Cauldron boiling. Hark, I am call'd; my little spirit, see,
Thunder. Enter the three WITCHES. Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.
(Erit. 1 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hatb mew'd. I Witch. Come, let's make haste ; she'll soon 2 Witch. Thrice ; and once the hedge-pig be back again.
whin'd. (Exeunt. 3 Wroch. Harper cries :-'Tis time, 'tis time.
1 Witch. Round about the cauldron go; SCENE VI.- Fores.-A Rooin in the Palace. Iu the poison'd entrails throw.
T'oad, that under coldest stone,
Days and nights hast thirty-one
Swelter'd • venom sleeping got, Len. My former speeches have but hit your Boil thou first i'the charmed pot! thoughts,
All. Double, double toil and trouble ; Which can interpret further : only, I say,
Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble. Things have been strangely borne : The gracious 2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, Duncan
In the cauldron boil and bake : Was pitied of Macbeth :--marry, he was dead :
Eye of newt, and toe of frog, And the right valiant Banquo walk's too late ;
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Whom, you may say, if it please you, Fleance Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, kili'd,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late.
For a charm of powerful trouble, Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous Like a bell-broth boil and bubble. It was for Malcolin, and for Donalbaiu,
All. Double, double toil and trouble; To kill their gracious father? damned fact !
Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble. How it did grieve Macbeth ! did he not straight, 3 'Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf ; Ju pious rage, the two delinquents tear,
Witches' mummy; maw and gulf, t That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of
of the ravin'd I salt-sea shark ;
Root of hemlock, digg'd i'lhe dark;
Gall of goat and slips of yew,
Silver'd in the moon's eclipse ; He has berne all things well: and I do think,
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips; That, had he Duncan's sous under bis key,
Finger of birth-strangled babe, (As, an't please heaven, he shall not, they Ditcb-deliver'd by a drab, should find
Make the gruel thick and slab : What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance.
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, $ But, peace l-for froin broad words, and cause For the ingredients of our cauldron. he fail'd
All. Double, double toil and trouble ; His presence at the tyrant's feast, 1 hear, Macduff lives in disgrace : Sır, can you tell
Fire, burn ; and, cauldron, bubble.
2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood, Where he bestows himself?
Then the charm is firm and good. Lord. The son of Duncan, From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth Enter HECATE, and the other three Lives in the English court; and is receiv'd
WITCHES. of the most pious Edward with such grace,
Hec. Oh! well done! I commend your That the malevolence of fortune nothing
pains; Takes from bis high respect : Thither Macduff
And every one shall sbare i'the gains. Is gone to pray the holy king, on his aid
And now about the cauldron sing, To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward :
Like elves and fairies in a ring,
Enchanting all that you put iu.
Black spirits and white, Do faithful homage, and receive free honours, 1
Red spirits and grey; All wbich we pine for now : And this report
Mingle, mingle, mingle,
You that mingle may.
2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs, Lord. He did : and with an absolute, Sir, Something wicked this way comes : not 1,
Opeu, locks, whoever knocks. The cloudy messenger turns me his back,
• This word is employed to signify that the animal
was hot and sweating with venom, although sleeping I.e. A drop that has deep or hidden qualities. under a cold stone. i Honours freely bustowed.
† The throat.
Who chases, who frets, or where conspirers are : Macb. How now, you secret, black, and mid Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until
Great Birnam wood to bigh Dunsiuanc bill night hags?
Shall come against himn.
(Descends. What is't you do?
Macb. That will never be ; All. A deed without a name. Macb. I conjure you, by that which you pro - Untix his earth-bound root i sweet bodement ?
Who can impress the forest ; • bid the tree fess,
good! (Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me :
Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood Though you untie the winds, and let them fight
of Birnam rise, and our high plac'd Macbeth Against the churches ; though the yesty' waves
Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath Confound and swallow navigation up; Though bladed corn be lodg’d, † and trees blown Throbs to know one thing ; Tell me, (if your
To time and mortal custom.-Yet iny heart down;
art Though castles topple on their warders'
Can tell so much,) shall Banquo's issue ever heads;
Reign in this kingdom ? Though palaces and pyramids do slope
All. Seek to know no more. Their heads to their foundations; though the
Macb. I will be satisfied : deny me this, treasure
And an eternal curse fall on you ! Let me of nature's germins $ tumble all together,
know: Even till destruction sicken, answer me To what I ask you.
Why sinks that cauldron ? and what noise + is this?
(Hautboys. 1 Witch. Speak.
1 Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show 1 3 Witch. 2 Witch. Demand.
Show! 3 Witch. We'll answer. i Witch. Say, if thoud'st rather bear it from Come like shadows, so depart.
All. Show his eyes, and grieve bis beart; our mouths, Or from our masters'?
Eight Kings appear, and puss over the Stage Macb. Call them, let me see them.
in order; the last with a Glass in his 1 Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath hand ; BANQUO following.
eaten Her nine farrow ; grease, that's sweaten
Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo ; From the murderer's gibbet, throw
down ! Into the fame.
Thy crown does bear inine eye-balls :-- And thy All. Come, high, or low;
hair, Thyself, and office, deflly || show.
Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first :
A third is like the former :-Filthy bags ! Thunder. An APPARITION of an Armed Why do you show me this ?-A fourth 1-Start,
What! will the line stretch out to the crack of 1 Witch. He knows thy tnongo;
doom? 1 Hear his speech, but say thou nought.
Another yet?-A seventh 2-1'll see no more :App. Macbeth 1 Macbeth! Macbeth! beware And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass, Macduff ;
Which shows ine many more ; and some I see, Beware the thane of Fife.-Dismiss me:-Enough. That two-fold balls and treble scepters car:y:
Horrible sight !--Ay, now, I see 'tis true ; Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good cau- For the blood-boller'd g Banquo smiles upon tion, thanks ;
me, Thou hast harp'd 'my fear aright :-But one
And points at them for his.-What, is this so ? word more :
1 Witch. Ay, Sir, all this is so :-But wby 1 Witch, He will not be commanded : Here's Stands Macbeth thus amazedly ? another,
Coine, sisters, cheer we up his sprights, I More potent than the first.
And show the best of our delights ;
I'll charm the air to give a sound, Thunder.-An APPARITION of a Bloody Child while you perform the antique round : rises.
That this great king may kindly say,
Our duties did bis welcoine pay.
(Music. The WITCHES dance, and vanish. App. Be bloody, bold,
Macb. Where are they ? Gone ?-Let this per
nicious hour And resolute : laugh to scorn the power of man, stand aye accursed in the calender For none of woman boru shall harm Macbeth.
Come in, without there ! Macb. Then live, Macduft ; What need I fear
Enter LENOX. of thee? But yet I'll make assurance double sure
Len. What's your grace's will ? And take a bond of fate : thon sbalt not live;
Macb. Saw you the weird sisters ? That I may tell pale-bearted fear, it lies,
Len. No, my lord. And sleep in spite of thunder.- What is this,
Macb. Came they not by you?
Len. No, indeed, my lord. Thunder.- AnAPPARITION of a Child Crowned, Macb. Infected be the air whereen they ride ; with a Tree in his Hand, rises. And damu'd all those that trust them! I did
hear That rises like the issue of a king;
The galloping of horse: Who was't caine hy? And wears upon his baby brow the round Avd top of sovereignty ?
Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring All. Listen, but speak not.
Macduff is ded to England. Ayp. Be lion-meitled, proud ; and take no
Macb. Fled to England ? care
Len. Ay, my good lord.
Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st S my dread ex. • Frothy.
* Laid flat by wind or rain. 1 Trimble.
ploits : Seeds which have begun to sprout. | Adroitly. T Touched on a passion as a barper touches a
• Who can command the forest to serve him like . string
soldier impressed. • The round is that part of a crown which encircles
+ The dissolution of nature. the head the top is the oruament which rises above Besmeared with blood.
Ile. Spirits. 4 Prevevtest, by takiog away the opportuny.
The fighty purpose never is o'ertook,
Son. Nay, how will you do for a busband ! Unless the deed go with it: Froin this moment, L. Macd. Why, I can buy ine twenty at any The very firstlings of my heart shall be
market. The firstlings of my hand. And even now Son Then you'll buy 'em to sell again. To crown my thoughts with acis, be it thought L. Macd. Thou speak'st with all tby wit ; and done :
and yet i'faith, The castle of Macduff I will surprise ;
With wit enough for thee.
L. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor, Come, bring me where they are.
and must be hanged. (Exeunt. Son. And must they all be hanged, that swear
and lie ? SCENE II.-Fife.- A Room in MacourF's
L. Macd. Every one.
Son. Who must hang them?
L. Macd. Why, the honest men. Enter Lady MACDUFF, her son, and Rosse. Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools : L. Alacd. What bad he done, to make him for there are liars and swearers enough to beat fly the land ?
the honest men, and hang up thein. Russe. You must have patience, madam.
L. Macd. Now, God help thee, poor monkey! L. Macd. He bad none :
But how wilt thou do for a rather 1 His fight was madness : When our actions do Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him : not,
if you would not, it were a good sign that I Our fears do make us traitors. +
should quickly have a new father. Rosse. You know not,
L. Macd. Poor pratiler! how thou talk'st. Whether it was his wisdoin, or his fear.
Enter a MESSENGER. L. Macd. Wisdoin ! to leave bis wife, to leave his babes,
Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you His mansion, and his titles, in a place
known, From whence himself does fly?' He loves us Though in your state of bonour I am perfect. + not:
I doubt some danger does approach you nearly : He wants the natural touch : t for the poor wren
If you would take a bomely man's advice, The most diminutive of birds, will fight, ý
Be not found here ; bence, with your little Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
ones. All is the fear, and nothing is tue love ;
To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage ; As little is the wisdoin, where the flight
To do worse to you, were fell cruelty, So runs against all reasoni.
Which is too high your person. Heaven preRosse. My dearest coz,
serve you ! I pray you, school yourself : But, for your hus. I dare abide no longer. (Ecil MESSENGER. band,
L. Macd. Whither should i ty? He is noble, wise, judicions, and best knows
I have done no barm. But I remember now The fits o'the season. I dare not speak much ! am in this earthy world ; where, to do harm, further :
Is often laudable ; to do good, soinetime, But cruel are the times, when we are traitors,
Accounted dangerous folly : Why then, alas! And do not know ourselves; when we hold Do I put up that womanly defence, runiour
To say I bave done no harm What are these From what we fear, yet know not what we
L. Macd. I hope in no place so unsanctified, Things at the worst will cease, or else clinib Where such as thon may'st find him. upward
Mur. He's a traitor.
Mur. What, you egg?
(Stubbing him. L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's father. Young fry of treachery?
Son. He has killed me, mother; Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay Run away, I pray you.
[Erit Lady MACDUFF, crying murder, It would be iny disgrace, and your discomfort :
und pursued by the MURDERERS. I take my leave at once.
(Exit Rosse. L. Macd. Sirrah, ll your father's dead ;
SCENE III.-England.- A Room in the And what will you do now? How will you
King's Palace. live ?
Enter MALCOLM and MACDUPY. Son. As birds do, mother. L. Mucd. What, with worms and Nies? Mal. Let iis seek out some desolate shade, Son. With what I get, I mean ; and 50 do
and there they,
Weep our sad bosoms empty. L. Macd. Poor bird! thoud'st never fear the Macd. Let us rather net, nor lime,
Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good The pit-fall nor the gin.
morn, Son. Why should i, inother ! Poor birds they Bestride our downsall’n birthdom : + Each new are not set for.
New widow's howl: new orphans cry ; new My father is not dead, for all your saying,
sorrows L. Alacd. Yes, he is dead ; how wilt thou do Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds for a fatber?
As if it felt with Scotland, and yell'd out
Like syllahle of dolor. • Follow
Mai. Wbat I believe, I'll wail ; #I. e. Our Aight is considered as evidence of our treason. * Natural affection.
6 Fight for. | Sirruh was not, in our author's time, a term • I am perfectly acquainted with your rank of reproach.
What know, believe ; and, what I can redress, In nature is a tyranny ; it hath been
sole name blisters our To take upon you what is yours: you may
Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty, Was once thought honest : you bave lov'd him And yet seem cold, the time you may so hood. well;
wink. He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young ; We have willing dames enough ; there canuot be but soinething
That vulture in you to devour so many, You may deserve of him through me ; and As will to greatness dedicate themselves, wisdom
Finding it so iuciin'd. To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb,
Mal. With this, there grows, To appease an angry god.
In my inost ill-compos'd affection, such Macit. I am not treacherous.
A stanchless avarice, that, were 1 king, Mal. But Macbeth is.
I should cut off the nobles for their lands: A good and virtuous nature may recoil,
Desire his jewels, and this other's house : In an imperial charge. † But 'crave your par- And my more baving would be as a sauce
To make me hunger more ; that I should forge That which you are, my thoughts cannot trans- Quarrels unjust against the good, and loyal, pose :
Destroying them for wealth.
Than summer-seeding lust: and it hath been
The sword of our slain kings : Yet do not fear ; Macd. I have lost my hopes.
Scotland bath foysons to fill up your will, Mul. Perchance, even there, where I did find or your mere own : All these are portable, my doubts.
With other graces weigb'd. Why in that rawness left you wise and child, Mal. But I have none: The king-becoming (Those precious motives, those strong kuots of
As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, Without leave taking ?--I pray you,
Bouty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, But mine own safeties :-You may be rightly ! have no relish of them, but abound just,
In the division of each several crime, Whatever I shall think.
Acting it many ways. Nay, had 1 power, I Macd. Bleed, bleed, poor country!
should Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
All unity on earth.
Macd. Fit to govern !
No, not to live.-0 nation miserable,
With an untitled tyraut bloody-scepler'd,
And does blaspheme his breed ?-Thy royal
father. And here, from gracious England, have I offer Was a most sainted king; the queen, that bore of goodly thousands : But, for all this,
thee When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head,
Oftner upon ber knees than on her feet,
These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself,
Have banish'd me from Scotland.-O my By him that shall succeed.
breast, Macb. What should he be ?
Thy hope ends here!
Child of integrity, bath from my soul
beth With my coufiueless harms.
By many of these trains hathg sought to win me
Into his power; and inodest wisdom plucks me
Deal between thee and me I for even now
I put myself to thy direction, and Luxurious, j avaricious, false, deceitful,
Unspeak mine own detraction : here abjure Sudden, ll malicious, smacking of every sin
The taints and blames I laid upon myself, That bas a name : But there's no botiom, none, For strangers to my nature.
I am yet In my voluptuousness : your wives, your daugh- Unknown to woman; never was for-worn; ters,
Scarcely have coveted what was mine own; Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up At no time broke my faith ; would not betray The cistern of iny lust ; and my desire
The devil to his fellow; and delight All continent impediments would o'er-bear,
No less in truth tban life : my tirst false speak. That did oppose my will : Better Macbeth,
ing Than such a one to reign.
Was this upon myself : What I am truly, Alacd. Boundless intemperance
Is thine and iny poor commtry's, to command
Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach, • Befriend.
Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men, + 1. e. A good mind may recede from goodness in the all ready at a point, was setting forth : execution of a royal cominission.
Legally settled by those who had the final adjudication
+ May be endured,
Now we'll together : And the chance of good- | For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot :
Now is the time of help ; your eye in Scotland Be like our warranted quarrel ! Why are you Would create soldiers, make our women tight, silent?
To doff their dire distresses. Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome tbiogs Mal. Be it their comfort, at once,
We are coming thither; gracious England hath 'Tis hard to reconcile.
Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men ;
An older and a better soldier none
That Christendom gives out.
This comfort with the like! But I have words, Doct. Ay, Sir: there are a crew of wretched | That would be howl'd out in the desert air, souls,
Where hearing should not latch † them.
Rosse. No mind, that's honest,
Pertains to you alone.
Mucd. If it be mine,
Macd. Humph! I guess at it.
To add the death of you. Tbe healing benediction. With this strange vir- Mul, Merciful heaven !-tue,
What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy ;
Give sorrow words : ihe grief, that does not And sundry blessings hang about his throne,
speak, That speak him full of grace.
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it
break. Enter Rosse.
Macd. My children too ! Macd. See, who comes here?
Rosse. Wire, children, servants, all
Macd. And I must be from thence !
Mal. Be comforted;
Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, Rosse. Sir, Amen.
To cure this deadly grief, Macd. Stands Scotland where it did ?
Macd. He has no children.--all my pretty Rosse. Alas, poor country;
ones ? Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot
Did you say, all ?- bell-kite !-All ?
At one fell swoop ?
But I must also feel it as a man :
Tbat were mot precious to ine.- Did heaven
Not for their own demerits, but for tine,
Fell slaughter on their souls : Heaven rest them Too nice, and yet too true!
now! Mal. What is the newest grief?
Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword : Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the
[it. speaker ;
Convert to anger ; blunt not the heart, ensage Each minute teems a new one.
Macd. 0 I could play the woman with miue Macd. How does my wife?
eyes, Rosse. Why, well.
And braggart with my tongue !--But, gentle Macd. And all my children ?
beaven, Rosse. Well too.
Cut short all intermission ; $ front to front, Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself; peace?
Witbin my sword's length set him ; if he'scape,
Mal. This tune goes manly.
Our lack is nothing but our leave : Macbeth Rosse. When I came bither to transport the Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above tidings,
Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer Which I have heavily bore, there ran a rumour
you may ; of niany worthy fellows that were out ;
The night is long, that never finds the day. Which was to my belief witness'd the rather,
• Orerpowers, subduer. + A nmpl ment to the Stuarts, who touched for the
* Common distress of mind.
• Put off. + Catch.
* A grief that has a single owner. The game after it is killed.
| All pause.