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.
Shall raise such artificial sprights,
As, by the strength of their illusion
Sball draw him on to his confusion :
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear :

ACT IV.
And you all know, security
Is mortal's chiefest enemy.

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,
Enter LENOX and another LORD.

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 ;
sleep?

Root of hemlock, digg'd i'lhe dark;
Was not that nobly done ? Ay, and wisely too ; Liver of blaspherning Jew;
For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive,

Gall of goat and slips of yew,
To bear the men deny it. Su that, I say,

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,
That, by the help of these, (with Him above

Enchanting all that you put iu.
To ratify the work,) we may again
Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights ;

SONG.
Free from our feasts and banquets bloody
knives ;

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,
Hath so exasperate the king, that he

You that mingle may.
Prepares for some attempt of war.
Len. Sent he to Macduff?

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.

Ravenous.
For exasperated.

Entrails.

eyes !

Enter MACBETH.

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,

Head rises.
Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power,

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:

(Descends.

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.
App. Macbeth ! Macbeth! Macbeth !
Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.

(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.

(Descends.

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.

you word,

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

+ Music.

+ 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.
Seize upon Fife ; give to the edge oʻthe sword Son. Was my father a traitor, mother?
His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls L. Macd. Ay, that he was.
That trace his line. No boasting like a fool ; Son. What is a traitor ?
This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool : L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies.
But no more sights !-Where are these geutle- Son. And be all traitors, that do so ?
men 3

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.
Castle.

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

faces ?
fear ;

Enter MURDERERS.
But float upon a wild and violent sea,
Each way, and move.-1 take my leave of you : Mur. Where is your husband ?
Shall pot be loug but I'll be here again :

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.
To what they were before.--My pretty cousin, Son. Thou ly'st, thou shag-ear'd villain.
Blessing upon you!

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.

(Dies. longer,

[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.

men,

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.

+ Birthright.

less.

4

don ;

What know, believe ; and, what I can redress, In nature is a tyranny ; it hath been
As I shall find the time to friend, I will. The untimely emptying of the happy throne,
What you have spoke, it may be so ; perchance, and fall of many kings. But fear not yet
This tyrant, wbose

sole name blisters our To take upon you what is yours: you may
tongues,

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.
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell; Macd. This avarice
Though all things foul would wear the brows of Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root
grace,

Than summer-seeding lust: and it hath been
Yet grace must still look so.

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

graces, love,)

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,
For goodness dares not check thee! wear thou Uproar the universal peace, confound
thy wrongs,

All unity on earth.
Thy title is affeer'd! 1-Fare thee well, lord : Macd. O Scotland ! Scotland !
I would not be the villain that thou think'st Mal. If such a one be tit to govern, speak :
For the whole space that's in the tyrant's I ain as I bave spoken.
grasp,

Macd. Fit to govern !
And the rich east to boot.

No, not to live.-0 nation miserable,
Mal. Be not offended :

With an untitled tyraut bloody-scepler'd,
I speak not as in an absolute fear of you. When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again i
I think, our coundry sinks beneath the yoke ; Since that the truest issue of thy throne
It weeps, it bleeds ; and each new day a gash By his own interdiction stands accurs'd,
Is added to her wounds : I think, withal,

And does blaspheme his breed ?-Thy royal
There would be hands uplisted in my right:

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,
Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country Died every day she lived. Fare thee well!
Shall have more vices than it had before ;

These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself,
More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever,

Have banish'd me from Scotland.-O my By him that shall succeed.

breast, Macb. What should he be ?

Thy hope ends here!
Mal. It is myself I mean : in whom I know Mal. Macduff, this noble passion,
All tve particulars of vice so grafted,

Child of integrity, bath from my soul
That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth Wip'd the back scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts
Will seem as pure as show; and the poor state To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Mac-
Esteem him as a lainb), being compar'd

beth With my coufiueless harms.

By many of these trains hathg sought to win me
Macd. Not in the legious

Into his power; and inodest wisdom plucks me
Of horrid hell, can come a devil more damn'd From over-credulous haste : 1 But God above
In evils to top Machetli.

Deal between thee and me I for even now
Mal. I grant him bloody,

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,
Lascivious.
| Passionate.

Over-hasty credulity.

• Plenty.

ness

for ever,

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
Enter a Doctor.

That Christendom gives out.
Mal. Well; more anon.-Coines the king Rosse. 'Would I could answer
forth, I pray you?

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.
That stay his cure : their malady convinces Macd. What concern they?
The great assay of art : but, at bis touch, The general cause ? or is it a fee-grief,
Such sanctity hath heaven given his baud, Due to some single breast ?
They presently amend.

Rosse. No mind, that's honest,
Mal. I thank you, doctor. [Erit DOCTOR. But in it shares some woe ; though the main part
Macd. What is the disease he means ?

Pertains to you alone.
Mal. 'Tis call'd the evil :

Mucd. If it be mine,
A most miraculous work in this good king; Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.
Which often, since my here-remain in Eng. Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue
Jand,

(sound,
I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven, Which shall possess them with the heaviest
Himself best knows : but strangely-visited that ever yet they heard.
people,

Macd. Humph! I guess at it.
All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, Rosse. Your castle is surpriz'd: your wife,
The mere despair of surgery, be cures ;

and babes,
Hanging a golden stainp † about their necks, Savagely slaughter'd : to relate the manner,
Put on with boly prayers : and 'tis spoken, Were, on the quarry 9 of these murder'd deer,
To the succeeding royalty he leaves

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
Mal. My countryman ; but yet I know him that could be found.
not.

Macd. And I must be from thence !
Macd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. My wife kill'd too ?
Mal. I know him now : Good God, betimes Rosse. I have said.
remove

Mal. Be comforted;
The means that make us strangers !

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 ?
Be call'd our mother, but our grave : where What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam,
nothing,

At one fell swoop ?
But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile ; Mal. Dispute it like a man.
Wbere sigbs and groans, and shrieks that rend Macd. I shall do so ;
the air,

But I must also feel it as a man :
Are made, not mark'd ; where violent sorrow I cannot but remember such things were,
seems

Tbat were mot precious to ine.- Did heaven
A modern ecstacy ;t the dead man's knell

look on,
Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's and would not take their part ? Sinful Macduff,
Expire before the flowers in their caps, [lives, They were all struck for thee! naught that I amn,
Dying, or ere they sicken.

Not for their own demerits, but for tine,
Macd. O relation,

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

let grief

[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,
Rosse. No ; they were well at peace, when I Heaven forgive hiin too !
did leave them.

Mal. This tune goes manly.
Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech ; How Come, go we to the king; our power is ready ;

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,

[Ereunt.

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goes it?

• Orerpowers, subduer. + A nmpl ment to the Stuarts, who touched for the