*Re-enter fighting, and MACBETH is slain. -eat and Flourish. Enter with Drum and Colours, MALCOLM, Old SIWARD, ROSSE, Thanes, and oldiers. al. I would the friends we miss, were safe arriv'd.` w. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, reat a day as this is cheaply bought. al. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. 360 Osse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: only liv'd but till he was a man ; which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd e unshrinking station where he fought, Like a man he dy'd. . Then he is dead? sse. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow not be measur'd by his worth, for then h no end. . Had he his hurts before? -se. Ay, on the front. . Why then, God's soldier be he! I as many sons as I have hairs, ld not wish them to a fairer death: so his knell is knoll'd. . He's worth more sorrow, that I'll spend for him. -. He's worth no more; 370 ey say, he parted well, and paid his score: 380 "And so, God be with him!"-Here comes newer comfort. Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's Head. Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, where stands The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: All. Hail, king of Scotland! [Flourish. Mal. We shall not spend a large expence of time, Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen.; We will perform in measure, time, and place: [Flourish. Exeunt. The The following Scenes are not in the original Copies, but have been introduced in Representation, and set to Music by Mr. LOCKE, with alterations by Dr. ARNE. [AT THE END OF THE SECOND ACT.] The SCENE changes to a Wood. Thunder and Lightning. Enter several Witches and sing. 1 Witch. SPEAK, sister, is the deed done? a Witch. Long ago, long ago; Above twelve glasses since have run. 3 Witch. Ill deeds are seldom slow, Or single, but following crimes on former wait. Dread horrors still abound, And ev'ry place surround, Propagation too. 2 Witch. He must! Chor. We should rejoice when good kings bleed. When cattle dic, about, about we go; When lightning and dread thunder Rend stubborn rocks in funder, And fill the world with wonder, Chor. .1 Witch. Let's have a dance upon, the heathy We gain more life by Duncan's death. 2 Witch. Sometimes like branded cats we shew, Having no music but our mew, To which we dance in some old mill, Upon the hopper, stone, or wheel, To fome old faw, or bardish rhime, Chor. Where still the mill-clack does keep time. 11. Sometimes about a hollow tree, Or if with none of these we meet, Chor. We dance to th' echoes of our feet. Chor. At the night-raven's dismal voice, When others tremble we rejoice, And nimbly, nimbly dance we still, To th' echoes from a hollow hill, [END OF THE FIFTH SCENE IN THE THIRD ACT.] Witches within. Witch. Hecate, Hecate, come away. Hec. Haik, hark, I'm call'd,. at My little merry airy spirit see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and waits for me. Witch. Hecate, Hecate, Hecate. Hec. Thy chirping voice I hear, So pleasing to my ear. [Within. At A: . With new fall'n dew, church-yard yew, but 'noint, and then I'll mount. I'm furnish'd for my flight. [Symphony, whilst Hecate places herself in the Machine. I and now I fly, go, kin my sweet spirit and I. at a dainty pleasure's this, ail in the air, en the moon shines fair, ing, to dance, to toy and kiss, woods, high rocks and mountains verhills and misty fountains; wer stecples, tow'rs, and turrets, Wefly by night 'mong troops of spirits. Chor. We fly by night 'mong troops of spirits. The Sixth Scene of the Third Act in this Copy is omitted in Representation. London: Printed by FRYS & COUCHMAN, 1784 THE END. |