Shame itself!

Authorized by her grandam.

Why do you make such faces! When all's done,
You look but on a stool.

Macb.

Pry'thee, see there! behold! look! lo!
say you?

Why, what care I? If thou cans't nod, speak, too.
If charnel-houses and our graves must send
Those that we bury back, our monuments

Shall be the maws of kites.

Lady M.

Macb. Lady M.

[Ghost disappears. What! quite unmann'd in folly?

If I stand here, I saw him.

Fie, for shame!

Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time.

Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal;

Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd

Too terrible for the ear; the times have been,

That when the brains were out the man would die,
And there an end; but now they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools.

Than such a murder is.

Lady M.

Your noble friends do lack you.

Macb.

This is more strange

My worthy lord,

I do forget:

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:
Then I'll sit down: - Give me some wine fill full:

I drink to the general joy of the whole table.
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss;

Would he were here! to all and him we thirst,

And all to all.

Lords.

Our duties, and the pledge.

Macb. [Ghost re-enters.] 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;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

Macb. What man dares I dare:

Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger,
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble.

Hence, horrible shadow !

Why, so; - being gone,

Unreal mockery, hence!

[Ghost vanishes.

You make me strange,

And overcome us like a summer's cloud,

Without our special wonder?

Even to the disposition that I owe,

When now I think you can behold such sights
And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
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,

But go at once.

Lennox.

Attend his majesty!

-

Good-night, and better health

Lady M.

A kind good-night to all!

MACBETH VISITS THE WITCHES.

O wretched king! O wretched queen!

"I will go to the wierd sisters, and they shall tell what the future is to bring to us. I will know if Fleance is to be king," said Macbeth on the following day.

To a great cave where the witches dwelt he went. There he found them dancing and crooning around their horrible caldron.

Thrice the brindle cat hath mew'd.
Thrice and once the hedge-pig whin'd
Harpier cries:- 'Tis time, 'tis time.
Round about the caldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under coldest stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one,
Sweltered venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire, burn; and caldron, bubbie.
Fillet of a fenny snake,

In the caldron boil and bake :
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble.
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire, burn; and cauldron, bubble.
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Root of hemlock, digg'd i' dark;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew,
Silver'd in the moon's eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron, bubble.
Cool it with a baboon's blood,

Then the charm is firm and good.

"How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags. What are you doing now?" called Macbeth from the cavern door.

"A deed without a name," croaked the witches. "Tell me now what I would know. My future 1 will hear, be it fair, or be it black as night."

Now arose a spirit from the burning, blazing caldron, saying: "Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth! beware the thane of Fife."

Then rose a second spirit. "Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth! Fear not; thou shalt never vanquished be until great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hills shall come against thee."

"O, ho!" laughed Macbeth, "as that can never be I'm safe indeed. But tell me one thing more.

Banquo's children sit upon my throne !"

Shall