Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution thanks; Thou hast harp'd' my fear aright:- But one word 1 Witch. He will not be commanded: Here's another, More potent than the first. Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises. App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee. App. Be bloody, bold, And resolute: laugh to scorn the power of man, For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth. [Descends. Mach. Then live, Macduff: What 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. That rises like the issue of a king; And wears upon his baby brow the round And top of sovereignty? All. Listen, but speak not. App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are: Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill [Descends. That will never be ; Macb. 1 Touched on a passion as a harper touches a string. Unfix his earth-bound root? sweet bodements? good! Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth All. 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-round brow, is like the first :--A third is like the former :- Filthy hags! 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: For the blood-bolter'd2 Banquo smiles upon me, Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprights, [Music. The Witches dance, and vanish. Macb. Where are they? gone?-Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar! Come in, without there! Mach. Infected be the air whereon they ride; And damn'd, all those that trust them!-I did hear The galloping of horse: Who was't came by? Len. "Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word, Macduff is fled to England. Macb. Len. Ay, my good lord. Fled to England? Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread ex ploits : The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it: From this moment, 2 Besmeared with blood. 3. Preventest, by taking away the opportunity. The firstlings of my hand. And even now To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done; The castle of Macduff I will surprize; Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o'the sword But no more sights!- Where are these gentlemen ? [Exeunt. SCENE II. Fife. A Room in Macduff's Castle. Enter Lady MACDUFF, her Son, and Rosse. L. Macd. What had he done, to make him fly the land? Rosse. You must have patience, madam. L. Macd. He had none : His flight was madness: When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors. Rosse. You know not, Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear. L. Macd. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes, His mansion, and his titles, in a place From whence himself does fly? He loves us not; Rosse. My dearest coz', I pray you, school yourself: But, for your husband, He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows The fits o'the season. I dare not speak much further: Each way, and move.—I take my leave of you: Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward To what they were before. - My pretty cousin, L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. L. Macd. What, with worms and flies? Son. With what I get, I mean; and so do they. L. Macd. Poor bird! thou'dst never fear the net, nor line, The pit-fall, nor the gin. Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for. My father is not dead, for all your saying. L. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father? Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband? L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at any market. 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. |