Do not muse* at me, my most worthy friends; I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing To those that know me. Come, love and health to all; [Ghost rises. Lords. Our duties, and the pledge. Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight. Let the earth hide thee. Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with! Lady M. Think of this, good peers, But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other; Macb. What man dare, I dare: [Ghost disappears. Unreal mockery, hence!-Why, so;-being gone, Lady M. You have displaced the mirth, broke the With most admired disorder. Macb. [good meeting, Can such things be, And overcome§ us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder? You make me strange * Wonder. i. e. All good wishes to all. Forbid. § Pass over. Even to the disposition that I owe,* When now I think you can behold such sights, When mine are blanch'd with fear. Rosse. What sights, my lord? Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse; Question enrages him: at once, good night: Stand not upon the order of your going, Macb. It will have blood: they say, blood will have blood: Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; By magot-pies,† and choughs, and rooks, brought forth AN OPPRESSED COUNTRY. Alas, poor country; Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot Be called our mother, but our grave: where nothing, A modern ecstasy: the dead man's knell Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's lives * Possess. Magpies. Over-hasty credulity. I conjure you, by that which you profess, Though bladed corn be lodged,† and trees blown down; Though castles topple on their warders' heads; Though palaces and pyramids do slope Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure Even till destruction sicken, answer me Frothy, Laid flat by wind or rain. + Seeds. MACDUFF'S BEHAVIOUR ON THE MURDER OF HIS WIFE AND CHILDREN. Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound That ever yet they heard. Macd. Humph! I guess at it. Rosse. Your castle is surprised; your wife and babes Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner, Were on the quarry* of these murder'd deer, Mal. Merciful Heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, To cure this deadly grief. Macd. He has no children.-All my pretty ones? Did you say, all ?-O, hell-kite!—All ? What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, At one fell swoop? Mal. Dispute it like a man. Macd. I shall do so; But I must also feel it like a man: I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me.-Did Heaven look on, * The game after it is killed. Not for their own demerits, but for mine, Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself; Mal. This tune goes manly, Come, go we to the king; our power is ready; Our lack is nothing but our leave: Macbeth Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may; A STRICKEN CONSCIENCE. Enter Lady Macbeth, with a taper. Gent. Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her: stand close. Doct. How came she by that light? Gent. Why, it stood by her: she has light by her continually 'tis her command. : Doct. You see her eyes are open. Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut, Doct. What is it she does now? her hands. Look, how she rubs Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands; I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour. Lady M. Yet here's a spot. * All pause. |