That I would set my life on any chance, To mend it, or be rid on't. Macb. Know, Banquo was your enemy. 2 Mur. Both of you Macb. So is he mine; and in tance, True, my lord. such bloody disThat every minute of his being thrusts Against my near'st of life: And though I could With bare-fac'd power sweep him from my sight, And bid my will avouch it; yet I must not, For certain friends that are both his and mine, Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall Whom I myself struck down and thence it is, That I to your assistance do make love ; Masking the business from the common eye, For sundry weighty reasons. 2 Mur. We shall, my lord, Perform what you command us. 1 Mur. Though our lives Macb. Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour, at most, I will advise you where to plant yourselves. We are resolv'd, my lord. [Exeunt. But let The frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, In restless ecstacy. Duncan is in his grave; Lady M. Come on ; Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks; Be bright and jovial 'mong your guests to-night. Must lave our honours in these flattering streams; 1 Mur. Then stand with us. The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day: To gain the timely inn; and near approaches 3 Mur. Hark! I hear horses. Ban. [Within.] Give us a light there, ho! 2 Mur. Then it is he; the rest That are within the note of expectation, Already are i'the court. 1 Mur. His horses go about. 3 Mur. Almost a mile; but he does usually, So all men do, from hence to the palace gate Make it their walk. Enter Banquo and Fleance, a Servant with a torch preceding them. A light, a light! 2 Mur. 3 Mur. 1 Mur. Stand to't. Ban. It will be rain to-night. 1 Mur. 'Tis he. Let it come down. [Assaults Banquo. Ban. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly; Thou may'st revenge.-O slave! [Dies. Fleance and Servant escape. 3 Mur. Who did strike out the light? 1 Mur. Was't not the way? 3 Mur. There's but one down; the son is fled. 2 Mur. We have lost best half of our affair. 1 Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is done. [Exeunt. SCENE IV-A Room of State in the Palace. A Banquet prepared. Enter Macbeth, Lady Macbeth, Rosse, Lenox, Lords, and Attendants. Mach. You know your own degrees, sit down: At first and last, the hearty welcome. Lords. Thanks to your majesty. Mach. Ourself will mingle with society, And play the humble host. Our hostess keeps her state; but, in best time. We will require her welcome. Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our (Impostors to true fear) would well become friends; For my heart speaks, they are welcome. Enter first Murderer, to the door. Macb. See, they encounter thee with their hearts' Both sides are even: Here I'll sit i'the midst : Mach. 'Tis better thee without, than he within. Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him. Macb. Thou art the best o'the cut throats: Yet That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it, Mur. Fleance is 'scap'd. Most royal sir, A woman's story, at a winter's fire, When all's done, Macb. Pr'ythee, see there! behold! look! lo! Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.- [Ghost disappears. Fye, for shame. Mach. Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Mach. Then comes my fit again: I had else been And there an end: but now, they rise again, Whole as the marble, founded as the rock; But now, I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound in Macb. Thanks for that: With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends; Then I'll sit down:-Give me some wine, fill I drink to the general joy of the whole table, And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss ; Thy bones are marrow less, thy blood is cold; Rosse. What sights, my lord? Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse; Question enrages him at once, good night :- Len. Good night, and better health Attend his majesty ! A kind good night to all! [Exeunt Lords and Attendants. Macb. It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood: Stones have been known to move, and trees to Whom, you may say, if it please you, Fleance kill'd, forth The secret'st man of blood.-What is the night? Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, which is which. Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his At our great bidding? [person, Lady M. Did you send to him, sir? Mach. 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, By the worst means, the worst: for mine own good, All causes shall give way; I am in blood Mach. Come, we'll to sleep: My strange and self-abuse Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use :- [Exeunt. SCENE V.-The Heath. Thunder. 1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate? you look angerly. Hec. Have I not reason, beldams as you are, Saucy, and over-bold? How did you dare To trade and traffick with Macbeth, In riddles, and affairs of death; And I, the mistress of your charms, The close contriver of all harms, And, which is worse, all you have done, Spiteful, and wrathful; who, as others do, Meet me i' the 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. [Exit. 1 Witch. Come, let's make haste: she'll soon be back again. [Exeunt. For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late. What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. But, peace ;-for from broad words, and 'cause he fail'd His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear, Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights; Len. 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! Lord. My prayers with him! [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I-A dark Cave. In the middle, a Carldron boiling. Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 1 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. 2 Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whin'd. 3 Witch. Harper cries :-'Tis time, 'tis time. 1 Witch. Round about the cauldron go; In the poison'd entrails throw. 2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark; Make the gruel thick and slab : Enter Hecate, and the other three Witches. Hec. O, well done! I commend your pains; And every one shall share i'the gains. And now about the cauldron sing, SONG. Black spirits and white, 2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes :Open, locks, whoever knocks. Enter Macbeth. Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises. App. Be bloody, bold, And resolute; laugh to scorn the power of man, For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth. [Descends. Macb. Then live, Macduff; W'hat need I fear of thee? But yet I'll make assurance double sure, Thunder. An Apparition of a Child crowned, with a Tree in his hand, rises. Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood Macb. How now, you secret, black, and mid- To time, and mortal custom.-Yet my heart night hags? What is't you do? A deed without a name. Mach. I conjure you, by that which you profess, (Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me: Though you untie the winds, and let them fight Against the churches: though the yesty waves Confound and swallow navigation up; Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown down ; Though castles topple on their warders' heads; treasure Of nature's germins tumble all together, Even till destruction sicken, answer me To what I ask you. 1 Witch. 2 Witch. 3 Witch. Speak. Demand. We'll answer. 1 Witch. Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths, Or from our masters'? Mach. From the murderer's gibbet throw Into the flame. All. Come, high, or low; Thyself, and office, deftly show. Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head rises. Mach. Tell me, thou unknown power, 1 Witch. He knows thy thought; Hear his speech, but say thou nought. App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff; Beware the thane of Fife.-Dismiss me:-Enough. [Descends. Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks; Thou hast harp'd my fear aright:-But one word Mach. I will be satisfied: deny me this, And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know :Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this? [Hautboys. 1 Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show! 3 Witch. Show! All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like shadows, so depart. Eight Kings appear, and pass over the Stage in order; the last with a Glass in his hand; Banquo following. Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; down! Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls :-And thy hair, Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first :- Why do you show me this ?-A fourth ?-Start, eyes! What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? Another yet?-A seventh ?-I'll see no more:- [Musick. The Witches dance, and vanish. Macb. Where are they? Gone ?-Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar! Come in, without there! T Len. Ay, my good lord. Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits Unless the deed go with it: From this moment, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and The castle of Macduff I will surprise; SCENE II.-Fife. A Room in Macduff's Castle. Enter Lady Macduff, her Son, and Rosse. Son. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again. L. Macd. Thou speak'st with all thy wit; and yet i'faith, With wit enough for thee. Son. Was my father a traitor, mother? Son. What is a traitor? L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies. L. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor, and must be hanged. Son. And must they all be hanged that swear and lie? L. Macd. Every one. Son. Who must hang them? L. Macd. Why, the honest men. Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools: for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men, and hang up them. L. Macd. Now God help thee, poor monkey! But how wilt thou do for a father? Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him if you would not, it were a good sign that I should quickly have a new father. L. Macd. Poor prattler! how thou talk'st. Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you Lady Macd. What had he done, to make him fly Though in your state of honour I am perfect. the land? Rosse. You must have patience, madam. He had none: Rosse. You know not, Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear. L. Macd. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave His mansion, and his titles, in a place The most diminutive of birds, will fight, Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. As little is the wisdom, where the flight So runs against all reason. Rosse. My dearest coz, I pray you, school yourself: But, for your hus- He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. L. Macd. Sirrah, your father's dead; What, with worms and flies? The pit-fall, nor the gin. I doubt, some danger does approach you nearly: I dare abide no longer. I have done no harm. [Exit Messenger. Whither should I fly ? But I remember now I am in this earthly world; where, to do harm, To say, I have done no harm ?What are these faces? Son. Thou ly'st, thou shag-ear'd villain. Son. He has kill'd me, mother: SCENE III.-England. A Room in the King's Enter Malcolm and Macduff. Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade, and Weep our sad bosoms empty. Let us rather New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are Like syllable of dolour. not set for. My father is not dead, for all your saying. Mal. |