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Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope

Lady M.

Help me hence, ho! The Lord's anvinied temple, and stole ihence Maci. Look to the lady. The life o'the building.


Why do we hold our tongues, Macb.

What is't you say? the life? That most may claim this argument for ours Len. Mean you his majesty ?

Don. What should be spoken here, Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your Where our fate, hid within an augrc-hole, sight

May rush, and seize us? Let's away; our tears With a new Gorgon :-Do not bid me speak; Are not yet brew'd. See, and then speak yourselves.-Awake! Awake! - Mal.

Nor our strong sorrow on [Exeunt Macbeth and Lenox. The foot of motion. Ring the alarum-bell:~Murder ! and treason! Ban.

Look to the lady :Banquo, and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake!

(Lady Macbeth is carried out. Shake off

' this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, And when we have our naked frailties hid, And look on death itself!-up, up, and see

That suffer in exposure, let us meet,
The great doom's image!-Malcolm! Banquo! And question this most bloody piece of work,
As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites, To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us :
To countenance this horror! (Bell rings. In the great hand' of God I stand; and, thence,

Against the undivulg'd pretenced I fight
Enter Lady Macbeth.

of treasonous malice.
Lady M.
What's the business, Macb.

And so do I. That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley


So all. The sleepers of the house ? speak, speak,

Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness, Macd.

O, gentle lady And meet i'the hall together. 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak:


Well contented. The repetition, in a woman's ear,

(Ereunl all but Mal. and Don. Would murder as it fell.-- Banquo! Banquo ! Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort with

them : Enter Banquo.

To show an unfelt sorrow, is an office Our royal master's murder'd!

Which the false man does easy : I'll to England. Lady M.

Wo, alas!

Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune What, in our house?

Shall keep us both the safer : where we are, Ban.

Too cruel, any where.- There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, Dear Duff, ! pr’ythee, contradict thyself,

The nearer bloody. And say, it is not so.


This murderous shaft that's shot, Re-enter Macbeth and Lenox.

Hath not yet lighted; and our safest way Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,

Is, to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse ; I had lir'd a blessed time; sor, from this instant, But shift away: There's warrant in that theft There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys: renown, and grace, is dead;

Which steals itsell, when there's no mercy left.

(Exeunt. The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.

SCENE IV.Without the castle. Enter Rosse Enler Malcolm and Donalbain.

and an Old Man. Don. What is amiss ?

Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember Macb. You are, and do not know it:

well : The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood Within the volume of which time, I have seen Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd. Hours dreadful, and things strange; but this sore Macd. Your royal father's murder'd.

night Mal.

O, by whom? Hath trifled former knowings. Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had Rosse.

Ah, good father, done't:

Thou see'st, the heavens, as troubled with man's Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood, act, So were their daggers, which, unwip'd, we found 'Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock, 'tis day, Upon their pillows:

And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp:
They star'd, and were distracted; no man's life Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame,
Was to be trusted with them.

That darkness does the face of earth intomb,
Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury, When living light should kiss it ?
That I did kill them.

Old M.

'Tis unnatural, Macd.

Wherefore did you so? Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last, Macb. Who can be wise, amaz’d, temperate, and A falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place, furious,

Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at, and kill'd. Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man: Rosse. And Duncan's horses, (a thing most The expedition of my violent love

strange and certain, Out-ran the pauser reason.-Here lay Duncan, Beauteous and swin, the minions of their race, His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood; Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature, Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make Por ruin's wastelul entrance : there, the murderers, War with mankind. Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers

Old M.

'Tis said, they eat each other. Unmannerly breech'd with gore :' 'Who could re- Rosse. They did so ; to the amazement of mine frain,

eyes, That had a heart to love, and in that heart That look'd upon't.-Here comes the good Maco Courage, to make his love known ?

duff: (1) Covered with blood to their hilt.

(2) Power. (3) Intention,

Enter Macduff.

Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time How goes the world, sir, now?

'Twixt this and supper : go not my horse the better Macd.

Why, see you not ?. must become a borrower of the night, Rosse. Is't known who did this more than For a dark hour, or twain. bloody deed ?


Fail not our feast. Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain.

Ban. My lord, I will not. Rosse.

Alas, the day!

Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd What good could they pretend ?'

In England, and in Ireland ; not confessing Maca.

They were suborn'd: Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers Malcolm, and Donalbain, the king's two sons,

With strange invention : But of that to-morrow; Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them When, therewithal, we shall have cause of state, Suspicion of the deed.

Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse : Adieu, Rosse.

'Gainst nature still : Till you return at night. "Goes Fleance with you? Thrisless ambition, that wilt ravin up

Ban. Ay, my good lord : our time does call Thine own life's means !—Then 'tis most like,

upon us. The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.

Macb. I wish your horses swift, and sure of foot ; Macd. He is already nam'd ; and gone to Scone, And so I do commend you to their backs. To be invested.


(Exit Banquo. Rosse. Where is Duncan's body?

Let every man be master of his time Macd. Carried to Colmes-kill;

Till seven at night ; to make society The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,

The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself! And guardian of their bones.

Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you. Rosse. Will you to Scone ?

(Ereunt Lady Macbeth, Lords, Ladies, &c. Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife.

Sirrah, a word: Attend those men our pleasure ? Rosse.

Well, I will thither. Allen. They are, my lord, without ihe palaceMacd. Well, may you see things well done

gate. there ;-adieu !

Macb. Bring them before us.-(Erit Atten.) Lest our old robes sit easier than our new !

To be thus, is nothing; Rosse. Father, farewell.

But to be safely thus:-Our fears in Banquo Old M. God's benison go with you; and with Stick deep; and in his royaltyø of nature those

Reigns that, which would be fear'd: "Tis much That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!

he dares;
(Exeunt. And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,

He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour

To act in safety. There is none, but he,

Whose being I do fear : and, under him,

My genius is rebuk'd; as, it is said, SCENE I.-Fores. A room in the palace. En- Mark Antony's was by Cæsar. Hechid the sisters, ler Banquo.

When first they put the name of king upon me, Ban. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, And bade them speak to him; then, prophet-like, all,

They hail'd him father to a line of kings: As the weird's women promis'd; and, I fear, Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, Thou play'dst most soully for't: yet it was said, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, It should not stand in thy posterity;

Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, But that myself should be the root, and father No son of mine succeeding. If it be so, of many kinys. If there come truth from them For Banquo's issue have I fil'da my mind; (As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine,) For them the gracious Duncan have / murder'd; Why, by the verities on thee made good,

Put rancours in the vessel of my peace May they not be my oracles as well,

Only for them; and mine eternal jewel And set me up in hope? But, hush; no more.

Given to the common enemy of man,

To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings ! Senet sounded. Enter Macbeth, as king; Lady Rather than so, come, fate, into the list.

Macbeth, as queen; Lenox, Rosse, Lords, La. And champion me to the utterance ! -Who's dies, and allendants.

there? Macb. Here's our chief guest. Lady M. if he had been forgotten,

Re-enter Attendant, with luco Murderers. It had been as a gap in our great feast,

Now to the door, and stay there till we call. And all things unbecoming.

(Eri Attendant. Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir, Was it not yesterday we spoke together ? And I'll request your presence.

1 Mur. It was, so please your highness. Ban. Let your highness Mucb.

Well then, now Command upon me; to the which, my duties Have you consider'd of my speeches ? Know, Are with a most indissoluble tie

That it was he, in the times past, which held you For ever knit.

So under fortune; which, you thought, had been Macb. Ride you this afternoon ?

Our innocent self: this I 'made good to you Ban.

Ay, my good lord. In our last conference ; pass'd in probation with Macb. We should have else desir'd your good you, advice

How you were borne in hand ;' how cross'd; the (Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,)

instruments ; In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow. Who wrought with them; and all things else, that Is't far you ride ?

might, (1) Intend to themselves. (2) Commit.

(5) Challenge me to extremities. Nobleness. (4) For defiledi

(6) Proved. (7) Deluded


To half a soul, and a notion craz'd,

I'll come to you anon. Say, Thus did Banquo.

2 Mur.

We are resolv'd, my lord. 1 Mur.

You made it known to us. Macb. I'll call upon you straight; abide within. Macb. I did so; and went further, which is now It is concluded :

-Banquo, thy soul's light, Our point of second meeting. Do you

If it find heaven, must find it out to-night. (Exe. Your patience so predominant in your nature, That you can let this go? Are you so gospell’d,'

SCENE II.-The same. Another room. Enter To pray for that good man, and for his issue,

Lady Macbeth, and a Servant. Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave, Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court ? And beggar'd yours for ever?

Şery. Ay, madam, but returns again to-night. 1 Mur.

We are men, my liege.! Lady M.' Say to the king, I would attend his Macb. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;

leisure As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, For a few words. curs,


Madam, I will. (Exil. Shoughs, 2 water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are cleped Lady M.

Nought's had, all's spent, All by the name of dogs: the valued file

Where our desire is got without content:
Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy,
The house-keeper, the hunter, every one Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy.
According to the gift which bounteous nature
Hath in him clos'; whereby he does receive

Enter Macbeth.
Particular addition, from the bill

How now, my lord ? why do you keep alone, That writes them all alike: and so of men. Of sorriesi fancies your companions making ? Now, if you have a station in the file,

Using those thoughts, which should indeed have died And not in the worst rank of manhood, say it ; With them they think on? Things without remedy, And I will put that business in your bosoms, Should be without regard: whai's done, is done. Whose execution takes your enemy off ;

Macb. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it; Grapples you to the heart and love of us, She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice Who wear our health but sickly in his life, Remains in danger of her former tooth. Which in his death were perfect.

But let 2 Mur.

I am one, my liege, The frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep Have so incens'd, that I am recklesswhat In the affliction of these terrible dreams, I do, to spite the world.

That shake us nightly: Better be with the dead, 1 Mur. And I another,

Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace, So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, Than on the torture of the mind to lie That I would set my life on any chance,

In restless ocstasy. 1° Duncan is in his grave; To mend it, or be rid on't.

After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well; Macb.

Both of you

Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Know, Banquo was your enemy.

Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, 2 Mur.

True, my lord. Can touch him further? Macb. So is he mine: and in such bloody dis- Lady M. Come on; tance,"

Gentle my lord, sleek'o'er your rugged looks ; That every minute of his being thrusts

Be bright and jovial 'mong your guests to-night. Against my near'st of life: And though I could Macb. So shall I, love; and so, I pray, With bare-fac’d power sweep him from my sight, Let your remembrance apply to Banquo And bid my will avouch it; yet I must not, Present him eminence," both with eye and tongue ; Fore certain friends that are both his and mine, Unsafe the while, that we Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall Must lave our honours in these flattering streams; Whom I myself struck down: and thence it is, And make our faces vizards to our hearts, That I to your assistance do make love; Disguising what they are. Masking the business from the common eye, Lady M.

You must leave this. For sundry weighty reasons.

Macb. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wise! 2 Mur.

We shall, my lord, Thou know'st, that Banquo, and his Flcance, lives. Perform what you command us.

Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not eterne. 19 I Mur.

Though our lives- Macb. There's comfort yet; they are assailable; Macb. Your spirits shine through you. Within Then be thou jocund: Ere the bat hath flown this hour, at most,

His cloister'd fight; ere, to black Hecate's sumI will advise you where to plant yourselves.

mons, Acquaint you with the perfect spy o'the time, The shard-borne beetle," with his drowsy hums, The moment on't; for'i must be done to-night, Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done And something from the palace; always thought A deed of dreadful note. That I require a clearness : And with him,

Lady M.

What's to be done ? (To leave no rubs, nor botches, in the work,) Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest Fleance his son, that keeps him company, Whose absence is no less material to me Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling' night, Than is his father's, must embrace the fate Skarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; Or that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart; And, with thy bloody and invisible hand,

(1) Are you so obedient to the precept of the (10) Agony: (11) Do him the highest honours. Gospel.

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Cancel, and tear to pieces, that great bond Both sides are even: Here I'll sit i'the midst : Which keeps me pale I-Light thickens; and the Be large in mirth; anon, we'll drirk a measure

The table round. There's blood upon thy face. Makes wing to the rooky wood :

Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse ; Macb. 'Tis betier thee without, than he within. Whiles night's black agents to their prey do rouse. Is he despatch'd ? Thou marvell'st at my words; but hold thee still; Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for Things, bad begun, make strong themselves by ill :

bim. So, pr'ythee, go with me.

(Exeunt. Macb. Thou art the best oʻthe cut-throats: Yet

he's good, SCENE III.-The sanie. A park or lawn, with that did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,

a gate leading to the palace. "Enter three Muro Thou art the nonpareil. derers.


Most royal sir, 1 Mur. But who did bid thee join with us?

Fleance is 'scap'd. 3 Mur.

Macbeth. Macb. Then comes my fit again: I had else 2 Mur. He needs not our mistrust; since he de

been perfect; livers

Whole as the marble, founded as the rock; Our offices, and what we have to do,

As broad, and general, as the casing air : To the direction just.

But now, I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound in 1 Mur. Then stand with us.

To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe? The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day:

Mur. Ay, my good lord: sase in a ditch he bides, Now spurs the lated traveller apace,

With twenty trenched gashes on his head; To gain the timely inn; and near approaches

The least a death to nature. The subject of our watch.


Thanks for that: 3 Mur.

Hark! I hear horses. There the grown serpent lies; the worm, that's fled, Ban. (Within.) Give us a light there, ho!

Hath nature that in time will venom breed, 2 Mur.

Then it is he; the rest No teeth for the present.-Get thee gone ; to-morThat are within the note of expectation,' Already are i'the court.

We'll hear, ourselves again. (Exit Murderer. 1 Mur.

His horses go about.
Lady M.

My royal lord, 3 Mur. Almost a mile: but he does usually,

You do not give the cheer: the leasi is sold, So all men do, from hence to the palace gale

That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a making, Make it their walk.

'Tis given with welcome: To feed, were best al

home; Enter Banquo and Fleance, a servant with a torch From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony: preceding them.

Meeting were bare without it. 2 Mur. A light, a light!


Sweet remembrancer ! 3 Mier.

'Tis he. Now, good digestion wait on appetite, I Mur. Stand to't.

And health on both! Ban. It will be rain to-night.


May it please your highness sit? 1 Mur. Let it come down.

(The Ghost of Banquo rises, and sits in (Assaults Banquo.

Macbeth's place. Ban. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, Ay, fly,

Macb. Here had we now our country's honour

roof'd, Thou may'st revenge. -O slave!

Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present; (Dies. Fleance and servant escape. Who may I rather challenge for unkindness, 3 Mur. Who did strike out the light ?

Than pity for mischance! 1 Mur.

Was't not the way?

His absence, sir, 3 Mur. There's but one down; the son is fled. Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your 2 Mur. We have lost best half of our affair.

highness 1 Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is To grace us with your royal company? done.


Macb. The table's full.

Here's a place reserv'd, sir. SCENE IV.A room of state in the palace. A Macb. Where? banquet prepared. Enter Macbeth, Lady Mac- Len.

Here, my lord. What is't that beth, Rosse, Lenox, Lords, and altendanis.

moves your highness ? Macb. You know your own degrees, sit down :

Macb. Which of you have done this?

What, my good lord ? at first

Macb. Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake And last, the hearty welcome. Lords. Thanks to your majesty.

Thy gory locks at me. Macb. Ourself will mingle with society,

Rosse. Gentlemen, rise ; his highness is not well.

Lady M. Sit, worthy friends :--my lord is oner And play the humble host.

thus, Our hostess keeps her state;. but, in best time, And hath been from his youth: 'Pray you, keep We will require her welcome.

seat; Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our The fit is momentary; upon a thought.

friends; For my heart speaks, they are welcome.

He will again be well: If much you note him,

You shall offend him, and extend his passion ;Enler first Murderer, to the door. Feed, and regard him not.- Are you a man? Macb. See, they encounter thee with their hearts'

Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that thanks :

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And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, This is the very painting of your fear:

When mine are blanch'd with sear. This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said, Rosse.

What sights, my lord ? Led you to Duncan. O, ihese flaws, and starts, Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse (Impostors to true fear,) would well become

and worse; A woman's story, al a winter's fire,

Question enrages him : at once, good night:Authoriz'd by her grandam. Shame itsell! Stand not upon the order of your going, Why do you make such faces ? When all's done, But go at once. You look but on a stool.


Good night, and better health Macb. Priythee, see there! behold! look! lo! Attend his majesty! how say you ?

Lady M.

A kind good night to all ! Why, what care I? If thou canst ned, speak too.

(Exeunt Lords and attendants. If charnel-houses, and our graves, must send Macb. It will have blood; they say, blood will Those that we bury, back, our inonuments

have blood : Shall be the maws of kites. (Ghost disappears. Stones have been known to move, and trees to Lady M. What! quite unmann'd in folly ?

speak; Macb. If I stand here, I saw him.

Augurs, and understood relations, have Lady M.

Fie, for shame! By magot-pies,' and choughs, and rooks, brought Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i'lhe

forth olden time,

The secret'st man of blood. What is the night? Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal;

Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, which Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd

is which. Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies That, when the brains were out the man would die, And there an end ; but now, they rise again, At our great bidding ? With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,

Lady M.

Did you send to him, sir ? And push us from our stools : This is more strange

Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will send : Than such a murder is.

There's not a one of them, but in his house Lady M.

My worthy lord, I keep a servant seed. I will to-inorrow Your noble friends do lack you.

(Betimes I will,) unto the weird sisters: Macb.

I do forget :

More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, Do not muse? at me, my most worthy friends; By the worst means, the worst: for mine own good, I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing All causes shall give way. Tam in blood To those that know me. Come, love and health Stept in so far, that, should I wade no more,

Returning were as tedious as go o'er: Then I'll sit down:- -Give me some wine, fill Strange things I have in head, that will to hand ; full :

Which must be acted, ere they may be scann'd. I drink to the general joy of the whole table, Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, sleep. Ghost rises.

Macb. Come, we'll to sleep: My strange and And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss;

self-abuse Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst, Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use:-. And all to all.'

We are yet but young in deed.

(Exeunt. Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.

SCENE V.-The heath. Thunder. Enter He Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee!

cate, meeling the three Witches. Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; 1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate ? you look Thou hast no speculation in those eyes

angerly. Which thou dost glare with!

Hec. Have ľnot reason, bedlams, as you are Lady M.

Think of this, good peers, Saucy, and overbold? How did you dare But as a thing of custom : 'tis no other:

To trade and traffic with Macbeth, Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

In riddles and affairs of death;
Macb. What man dare, I dare:

And I, the mistress of your charms,
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The close contriver of all harms,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, Was never call?d to bear my part,
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Or show the glory of our art
Shall never tremble: Or, be alive again, And, which is worse, all you have done
And dare me to the desert with thy sword; Hath been but for a wayward son,
If trembling I inhibit thee, protest me

Spiteful, and wrathiful, who, as others do,
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! Loves for his own ends, not for you.

(Ghost disappears. But make amends now: Get you gone, Unreal mockery, hence !-Why, so;-being gone, And at the pit of Acheron, I am a man again.--Pray you, sit still. Meet me i'the morning ; thither he Lady M. You have displac'd the mirth, broke Will come to know his destiny. the good meeting,

Your vessels, and your spells, provide, With most admir'd disorder.

Your charms, and every thing beside :

Can such things be, I am for the air ; this night I'll spend
And overcomes us like a summer's cloud, Unto a dismal-fatal end.
Without our special wonder ? You make me strange Great business must be wrought ere noon •
Even to the disposition that I owe,

Upon the corner of the moon
When now I think you can behold such sights, There hangs a vaporous drop profound ;s0
(1) Sudden gusts.
(2) Wonder.

(8) An individual. (9) Examined nicely. (3) i. e. All good wishes to all. (4) Forbid. (10) i. c. A drop that has deep or hidden quali(5) Pass over. (6) Possess. (7) Magpies. lties.

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