1 won.

Enter Rosse.

AU. The weird sisters,' hand in hand, Who comes here?

Posters of the sea and land, Mal.

The worthy thane of Rosse. Thus do go about, about; Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, should he look,

And thrice again, to make up nine:
That neems to speak things strange.

Peace !-the charm's wound up.
Rosse.
God save the king !

Enter Macbeth and Banquo.
Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane ?
Rosse.

From Fife, great king, Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Where the Norweyan banners flout' the sky, Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores ? What are And fan our people cold.

these, Norway himself, with terrible numbers,

So wither'd, and so wild in their attire; Assisted by that most disloyal traitor

That look not like the inhabitants o'the earth, The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict: And yet are on't? Live you ? or are you aught Till that Bellona's bridegroom,a lapp'd in proof,: That man may question? You seem to understand Confronted him with self-comparisons,

me, Point againt point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, By each at once her choppy finger laying Curbing his lavish spirit: And, to conclude,

Upon her skinny lips :-You should be women, The victory fell on us ;

And yel your beards forbid me to interpret Dun.

Great happiness! That you are so. Rosse. That now

Macb. Speak, if you can ;-What are you? Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; 1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thano Nor would we deign him burial of his men,

of Glamis ! Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' inch,

2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

of Cawdor! Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall de- 3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king ceive

hereafter. Our bosom interest :-Go, pronounce his death, Ban. Good sir, why do you start; and seem to And with his former tille greet Macbeth.

fear, Rosse. I'll see it done.

Things that do sound so fair ?-I'the name of truth, Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath Are ye fantastical, or that indeed

(Exeunt. Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner

You greet with present grace, and great prediction SCENE III.-A Heath. Thunder. Enter the Of noble having, and of royal hope, three Witches.

That he seems rapl" withal; to me you speak not: 1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister ? If you can look into the seeds of time, 2 Witch. Killing swine.

And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, 3 Witch. Sister, where thou?

Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear,
1 Wilch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, Your favours, nor your hate.
And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd :- 1 Witch. Hail !
Give me, quoth 1 :

2 Wilch. Hail! Groint thee, * witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries.

3 Witch. Hail! Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the Tiger:

1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. But in a sieve I'll thither sail,

2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. And, like a rat without a tail,

3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

none : 2 Wilch. I'll give thee a wind.

So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo! I Witch, Thou art kind.

1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail ! 3 Witch. And I another.

Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: 1 Wilch. I myself have all the other;

By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis ; And the very ports they blow,

But how of Cawdor ? the thane of Cawdor lives, All the quarters that they know

A prosperous gentleman; and to be king, I'the shipman's card.

Stands not within the prospect of belief, I will drain him dry as hay:

No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence Sleep shall, neither night nor day,

You owe this strange intelligence? or why Hang upon his pent-house lid;

Upon this blasted heath you stop our way, He shall live a man forbid :'

With such prophetic greeting ?-Speak, I charge Weary ser'n-nights, nine times nine,

you.

(Witches vanish, Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine :

Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, Though his bark cannot be lost,

And these are of them :-Whither

are they vanish'd Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd.

Macb. Into the air ; and what seem'd corporal, Look what I have.

melted 2 Witch. Show me, show me.

As breath into the wind.-'Would they had staid ! 1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb,

Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak Wreck'd, as homeward he did come.

about?

(Drum within. Or have we eaten of the insane root," 3 Witch. A drum, a drum;

That takes the reason prisoner ?

Macb. Your children shall be kings.
Ban.

You shall be king. (1) Mock. (2) Shakspeare means Mars. (3) Defended by armour of proof.

(8) Prophetic sisters. (4) Avaunt, begone.

(9) Supernatural, spiritual. (10) Estate. (5) A scurvy woman fed on offals.

(11) Rapturously affected. (6) Sailor's chasto (7) Accurred.

(12) The root which makes insand.

a

Macbeth doth come.

sure.

Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so? Without my stir.
Ban. To the sell-same tune, and words. Who's Ban.

New honours come upon him here?

Like our strange garments ; cleare not to their
Enter Rosse and Angus.

mould,
But with the aid of use.

Macb.
Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth,

Come what come may; The news of thy success : and when he reads

Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,

Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leiHis wonders and his praises do contend, Which should be thine, or his : Silenc'd with that,

Macb. Give me your favour :'-my dull brain In viewing o'er the rest o'the self-same day,

was wrought He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,

With things forgotien. Kind gentlemen, your pains Nothing afеard of what thyself didst make,

Are register'd where every day I turn Strange images of death. As thick as lale,

The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the king.– Came post with post; and every one did bear

Think upon what hath chanc'd: and, at more time, Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,

The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak And pour'd them down before him.

Our free hearts each to other.
Ang.

We are sent,
Ban.

Very gladly.
To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;

Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends. (Ere. To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee. SCENE IV.-Fores. A room in the Palace.

Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain,
He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:

Lenox, and attendants.
In which addition, a hail, most worthy thane !
For it is thine.

Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
Ban. What, can the devil speak true ? Those in commission yet return'd ?
Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives; Why do

Mal.

My liege, you dress me

They are not yet come back. But I have spoke In borrow'd robes ?

With one that saw him die: who did report, Ang.

Who was the thane, lives yet; That very frankly, he confess'd his treasons; But under heavy judgment bears that life Implor'd your highness' pardon; and set forth Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was

A deep repentance: nothing in his life Combin'd with Norway; or did line the rebel

Became him, like the leaving it: he died With hidden help and vantage ; or that with both As one that had been studied in his death, He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not;

To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd, 10 But treasons capital, confess'd, and prov'd,

As 'twere a careless trifle. Have orerthrown him.

Dun.

There's no art, Macb.

Glamis, the thane of Cawdor : To find the mind's construction in the face:11 The greatest is behind. Thanks for your

pains.--He was a gentleman

on whom I built Do you not hope your children shall be kings,

An absolute trust.-0 worthiest cousin !
When those that gave the thane oi Cawdor to me, Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus.
Promis'd no less to them?
Ban.

That, trusted home, The sin of my ingratitude even now
Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before,
Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange: That swisiest wing of recompense is slow
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

To overtake thee. "Would thou hadst less deserr'd; The instruments of darkness tell us truths; That the proportion both of thanks and payment Win us with honest trities, to betray us

Might have been mine! only I have left to say, In deepest consequence.

More is thy due than more than all can pay. Cousins, a word, I pray you.

Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, Macb.

Two truths are told, In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part As happy prologues to the swelling act

Is to receive our duties: and our duties of the imperial theme.--I thank you, gentlemen.- Are to your throne and state, children, and servants; This supernatural soliciting4

Which do but what they should, by doing every Cannot be ill; cannot be good : If ill,

thing Why hath it given me earnest of success, Safe toward your love and honour. Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: Dun.

Welcome hither : If good, why do I yield to that suggestions I have begun to plant thee, and will labour Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,

To make thee full of growing. 12-Noble Banquo, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, That hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known Against the use of nature? Present fears No less to have done so, let me infold thee, Are less than horrible imaginings :

And hold thee to my heart.
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Ban.

There if I grow,
Shakes so my single state of man, that function The harvest is your own.
Is smother'din surmise ;' and nothing is,

Dun.

My plenteous joys, But what is not.

Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves Ban.

Look, how our partner's rapt. In drops of sorrow.-Sons, kinsmen, thanes, Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance And you whose places are the nearest, know, may crown me,

We will establish our estate upon As fast as they could be counted. (2) Title. (8) Time and opportunity. (9) Pardon. 13) Stimulate. (4) Encitement.

(10) Owned, possessed. Temptation. Firmly fixed.

(11 We cannot construe the disposition of the The powers of action are oppressed by con- mind by the lineaments of the face. jocture.

(12) Exuberant.

Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereaster, Attend. So please you, it is true ; our thane is The prince of Cumberland : which honour must

coming : Not, unaccompanied, invest him only,

One of my fellows had the speed of him ; But sign of nobleness, like stars, shall shine Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more On all deservers. From hence to Inverness, Than would make up his message.. And bind us further to you.

Lady M.

Give him tending, Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you: He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse, I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful

[Exit Attendant, The hearing of my wise with your approach; That croaks the fatal entrance or Duncan So, humbly take my leave.

Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits Din.

My worthy Cawdor! That tend on mortals thoughts, unsex me here; Macb. The prince of Cumberland! - That is a And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full" step,

Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood,
On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, Stop up the access and passage io remorse ;'

(Aside. That no compunctious visitings of nature
For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ! Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
Let not light see my black and deep desires : The effect, and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be, And take my milk for gall, you murd’ring ministers,
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. (Ex. Wherever in your sightless substances

Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant;' You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And in his commendations I am fed ;

And palle thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! It is a banquet to me. Let us after him,

That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome : Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, It is a peerless kinsman. (Flourish. Exeunt. To cry, Hold, Hold !-Great Glamis, worthy Caw

dor! SCENE V.-Inverness. A room in Macbeth's castle. Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a leller.

Enter Macbeth. Lady M. They met me in the day of success ; Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! and I have learned by the perfectest report, they Thy letters have transported me beyond have more in them than morial knowledge. When This ignorant present, 'o and I feel now I burned in desire to question them further, they The future in the instant. made themselves—air, into which they vanished. Macb.

My dearest love, Whiles I stood rapt 'in the wonder of it, came Duncan comes here to-night. missives from the king, who all-hailed me, Thane Lady M.

And when goes hence ? of Cawdor; by which tille, before, these weird Macb. To-morrow,-as he purposes. sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming. Lady M.

O, never, on of time, with, Hail, king that shalt be! This Shall sun that morrow see! have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men partner of greatness ; that thou mightesi rot lose May read strange matters :-To beguile the time, the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what Look like the time; bear welcome in your cye, greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, Your hand, your tongue: look like ihe innocent and farewell.

Aower, Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be

But be the serpent under it. He that's coming What thou art promis'd :-Yet do I fear thy nature ; This night's great business into my despatch;

Must be provided for: and you shall put It is too full o'ihe milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way: Thou would'st be great; Which shall to all our nights and days to come Art not without ambition; but without

Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom, The illness should attend it. What thou would'st

Macb. We will speak further. highly,

Lady M.

Only look up clear;' That would'st thou holily; would’st not play false, To alter favour'' ever is to fear:

(Exeunt. And yet would'st wrongly win : thou'd'st have, Leave all the rest to me. great Glamis,

Before the castle. That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou SCENE VI.-

The same. have it ;

Haulboys. Servants of Macbeth attending. And that which rather thou dost fear to do,

Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Than wishest should be ándone. Hie thee hither,

Lenox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus, and attendants. That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue

Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air All that impedes thee from the golden round ;*

Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself

Unto our gentle senses. Which fate and metaphysical: aid doth seem

Ban.

This guest of summer, To have thee crown'd withal.—What is your The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, tidings ?

By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath Enter an Attendant.

Smells wooingly here; no jutty, frieze, buttress, Altend. The king comes here to-night. Nor coigne of vantage, but this bird hath made Lady M.

Thou'rt mad to say it: His pendent bed, and procreant cradle: Where they Is not thy master with him ? who, were't so, Most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, the air Would have inform'd for preparation.

Is delicate. (1) Full as valiant as described.

(9) Knife anciently meant a sword or dagger. (2) The best intelligence. (3) Messengers.

(10) i. e. Beyond the present time, which is,'ac14) Diadem. (5) Supernatural.

cording to the process of nature, ignorant of the 6) Murderous. (7) Pity.

future. (8) Wrap as in a mantle.

(11) Look, countenarce. (12) Convenient corner.