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Rosse. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well. SCENE IV.A Room of State in the Palace.
Lady M. Sit, worthy friends. My lord is often thus, A Banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, Lady MACBETH, And hath been from his youth : pray you, keep seat. RossE, LENOX, Lords, and Attendants.
The fit is momentary; upon a thought
You shall offend him, and extend his passion
Thanks to your majesty. Feed, and regard him not.-Are you a man? Macb. Qurself will mingle with society,
(Coming to MACBETH: aside to him. And play the humble host.
Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Our hostess keeps her state ; but in best time
Which might appal the devil. We will require her welcome.
O, proper stuff!
This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said, Macb. See, they encounter thee with their hearts Led you to Duncan. O! these flaws, and starts, thanks.
(Impostors to true fear) would well become Both sides are even : here I'll sit i' the midst.
A woman's story at a winter's fire,
Why do you make such faces ? When all's done,
Macb. Prythee, see there ! behold! look! lo! how Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than him within. Is he despatch'd ?
Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him. If charnel-houses, and our graves, must send Macb. Thou art the best o the cut-throats;
Those that we bury back, our monuments Yet he is good, that did the like for Fleance :
Shall be the maws of kites.
[Exit Ghost. If thou didst it, thou art the nonpareil.
Lady M. What! quite unmann'd in folly ? Mur.
Most royal sir, Fleance is 'scap'd. Macb. If I stand here, I saw him. Macb. Then comes my fit again : I had else been
Fie! for shame ! Whole as the marble, founded as the rock, [perfect; Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i'th' olden As broad and general as the casing air ;
Mur. Ay, my good lord, safe in a ditch he bides, Too terrible for the ear: the times have been,
That when the brains were out the man would die, The least a death to nature.
And there an end; but now, they rise again Macb.
Thanks for that.- With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, There the grown serpent lies: the worm, that's fled, And push us from our stools. This is more strange Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
Than such a murder is.
[Exit Murderer. Your noble friends do lack you.
I do forget.-
Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends; That is not often vouch'd the while 't is making? ; I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing 'Tis given with welcome. To feed were best at home; To those that know me. Come, love and health to all; From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony;
Then, I'll sit down.-Give me some wine : fill full. Meeting were bare without it.
I drink to the general joy of the whole table, Macb.
Sweet remembrancer ! - And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss : Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
Re-enter Ghost. And health on both !
Would he were here ! to all, and him, we thirst Len.
May it please your highness sit ? And all to all.
Our duties, and the pledge.
Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight. Let the earth Macb. Here had we now our country's honour roof'd,
hide thee! Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present; Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Who may I rather challenge for unkindness,
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes,
Which thou dost glare with.
Think of this, good peers, Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your highness But as a thing of custom : 't is no other; To grace us with your royal company ?
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. Macb. The table 's full.
Macb. What man dare, I dare : Len.
Here is a place reserv'd, sir. | Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
[Pointing to the Ghost. The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger; Macb.
Where ? Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Len. Here, my good lord. What is it that moves Shall never tremble : or, be alive again, your highness ?
And dare me to the desert with thy sword ; Macb. Which of you have done this?
If trembling I exhibit, then protest me Lords.
What, my good lord ? The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow ! Macb. Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake
[Exit Ghost. Thy gory locks at me.
Unreal mockery, hence !—Why; so ;-being gone, 1 vouch'd while it is a making: in f. e. 2 3 4 These directions not in f. e.
8 inhabit: in f. e.
I am a man again.--Pray you, sit still.
Your charms, and every thing beside. Lady M. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the I am for the air ; this night I'll spend good meeting;
Unto a dismal and a fatal end : With most admir'd disorder.
Great business must be wrought ere noon. Macb.
Can such things be, Upon the corner of the moon And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
There hangs a vaporous drop profound ; Without our special wonder ? You make me strange, I'll catch it ere it come to ground: Even to the disposition that I owe,
And that, distill’d by magic sleights, When now I think you can behold such sights, Shall raise such artificial sprites, And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
As by the strength of their illusion, When mine are blanch'd with fear.
Shall draw him on to his confusion. Rosse.
What sights, my lord ? He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear Lady M. I pray you, speak not: he grows worse His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear; and worse i
And, you all know, security Question enrages him. At once, good night:
Is mortals' chiefest enemy. Stand not upon the order of your going,
Song. [Within.] Come away, come away, 8c. But go at once.
Hark! I am call’d: my little spirit, see, Len.
Good night; and better health Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. (Exit HECATE. Attend his majesty.
1 Witch. Come, let's make haste : she'll soon be Lady M. A kind good night to all!
Exeunt Witches. (Exeunt Lords and Attendants.
SCENE VI.--Fores. A Room in the Palace. Macb. It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood :
Enter LENOX and another Lord. Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; Len. My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, Augurs, and understood relations, have
Which can interpret farther: only, I say, By magot-pies, and choughs, and "rooks, brought forth Things have been strangely borne. The gracious The secret'st man of blood. What is the night?
Duncan Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, which is Was pitied of Macbeth :-marry, he was dead; which.
And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late ; Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his Whom, you may say, if 't please you, Fleance kill’d, person,
For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late. At our great bidding ?
Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous Lady M.
Did you send to him, sir ? It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain, Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will send. To kill their gracious father ? damned fact ! There's not a one of them, but in his house
How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight, I'll keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow,
In pious rage the two delinquents tear, (And betimes I will) to the weird sisters :
That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep? More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, Was not that nobly done ? Ay, and wisely, too; By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good, For 't would have anger'd any heart alive, All causes shall give way: I am in blood
To hear the men deny 't. So that, I say, Stept in so far, that, should I wade no inore,
He has borne all things well; and I do think, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
That had he Duncan's sons under his key, Strange things I have in head, that will to hand, (As, an 't please heaven, he shall not) they should find Which must he acted ere they may be scann'd. What 't were to kill a father; so should Fleance.
Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, sleep. But, peace !—for from broad words, and 'cause he Macb. Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self- fail'd abuse
His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear, Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use :
Macduff lives in disgrace. Sir, can you tell
[Exeunt. Where he bestows himself ?
The son of Duncan,
From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth,
Hecate! you look angerly. Of the most pious Edward with such grace, Hec. Have I not reason, beldams as you are,
That the malevolence of fortune nothing Saucy, and over-bold ? How did you dare
Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduff To trade and traffic with Macbeth,
Is gone, to pray the holy king upon his aid In riddles, and affairs of death ;
To wake Northumberland, and warlike Siward; And I, the mistress of your charms,
That by the help of these, (with Him above The close contriver of all harms,
To ratify the work) we may again Was never call'd to bear my part,
Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights, Or show the glory of our art ?
Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives, And, which is worse, all you have done
Do faithful homage, and receive free honours, Hath been but for a wayward son,
All which we pine for now. And this report Spiteful, and wrathful; who, as others do,
Hath so exasperate the king, that he Loves for his own ends, not for you.
Prepares for some attempt of war. But make amends now: get you gone,
Sent he to Macduff ? And at the pit of Acheron
Lord. He did : and with an absolute, “Sir, not I ;'' Meet me i' the morning : thither he
The cloudy messenger turns me his back, Will come to know his destiny.
And hums, as who should
Yoai 'll rue the time Your vessels, and your spells, provide,
That clogs me with this answer."
And that well might His message ere he come, that a swift blessing Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance May soon return to this our suffering country His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel
Under a hand accurs'd ! Fly to the court of England, and unfold
Lord. I'll send my prayers with him! (Exeunt.
(Howe'er you come to know it) answer me: SCENE I.-A dark Cave. In the middle, a Cauldron. Though you untie the winds, and let them fight Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
Against the churches; though the yesty waves 1 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
Confound and swallow navigation up; 2 Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whin'd. Though bleaded* corn be lodg’d, and trees blown down ; 3 Witch. Harper' cries, T is time, 't is time. Though castles topple o'ers their warders' heads;
1 Witch. Round about the cauldron go; Though palaces and pyramids do stoop In the poison’d entrails throw.
Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure Toad, that under cold stone,
Of nature's germins? tumble all together, Day and nights has thirty-one
Even till destruction sicken, answer me Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
To what I ask you. Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot.
Demand. Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
We'll answer. 2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake,
1 Witch. Say, if thou’dst rather hear it from our In the cauldron boil and bake:
mouths, Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Or from our masters'? Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Call 'em : let me see 'em. Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
1 Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,
Her nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten For a charm of powerful trouble,
From the murderer's gibbet, throw
Into the flame.
Come high, or low;
Thyself, and office, deftly show. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf;
Thunder. 1 Apparition, an armed Head. Witches' mummy; maw, and gulf
Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power, Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark;
He knows thy thought: Root of hemlock, digg’d i' the dark;
Hear his speech, but say thou nought. Liver of blaspheming Jew;
1 App. Macbeth ! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Macduff; Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse;
Beware the thane of Fife.-Dismiss me :-enough. Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
Descends. Finger of birth-strangled babe,
Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution thanks : Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
Thou hast harp'd my fear aright.-But one word Make the gruel thick and slab: Add thereto a tiger's chaudron”,
1 Witch. He will not be commanded. Here's another, For the ingredients of our cauldron,
More potent than the first.
Thunder. 2 Apparition, a bloody Child.
Macbeth ! Macbeth! Macbeth ! 2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood;
Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee. Then the charm is firm and good.
App. Be bloody, bold, and resolute : laugh to scorn Enter HECATE, and other Witches.
The power of man, for none of woman born Hec. 0, well done! I commend your pains,
Shall harm Macbeth.
[Descends. And every one shall share i' the gains.
Macb. Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee ?
But yet I'll make assurance double sure,
And take a bond of fate : thou shalt not live;
That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies,
Thunder. 3 Apparition, a. Child crowned, with a Tree Something wicked this way comes.- [Knocking.
in his Hand. Open, locks, whoever knocks.
That rises like the issue of a king
And wears upon his baby brow the round
Listen, but speak 'not to 't. What is 't you do?
App. Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are :
1 Harpier : in f. e.
3 The rest of this direction is not in f. e. The song is probably the same as that in Middleton's Witch :
Mingle, mingle, mingle,
4 bladed : in f. e.
son: in f. e.
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' the sword Shall come against him.
[Descends. His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls Macb. That will never be :
That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool; Who can impress the forest ; bid the tree
This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool : Unfix his earth-bound root ?' sweet bodements! good! But no more flights”.—Where are these gentlemen ? Rebellion's' head, rise never, till the wood
Come; bring me where they are.
Exeunt. Of Birnam rise; and our high-plac'd Macbeth
SCENE II.-Fife. A Room in MACDUFF's Castle. Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath To time and mortal custom.-Yet my heart
Enter Lady MacDUFF, her Son, and ROSSE. Throbs to know one thing: tell me, (if your art
L. Macd. What had he done to make him fly the Can tell so much) shall Banquo's issue ever
land ? Reign in this kingdom ?
Rosse. You must have patience, madam.
He had none : Macb. I will be satisfied : deny me this,
His flight was madness. When our actions do not, And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know.- Our fears do make us traitors. Why sinks that cauldron ? and what noise is this? Rosse.
You know not, [The cauldron descends. Hautboys sound. Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear. 1 Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show! 3 Witch. Show! L. Macd. Wisdom ! to leave his wife, to leave his All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;
His mansion, and his titles, in a place
[babes, Come like shadows, so depart.
From whence himself does fly? He loves us not: A show of eight Kings, and Banquo first and last,' with He wants the natural touch; for the poor wren, a Glass in his Hand.
The most diminutive of birds, will fight,
So runs against all reason.
My dearest coz', What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? I pray you, school yourself: but, for your husband, Another yet?-A seventh ? I'll see no more: He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass, The fits o' the season. I dare not speak much farther Which shows me many more; and some I see, But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, That two-fold balls and treble sceptres carry.
And do not know 'to ourselves : when we hold rumour Horrible sight!-Now, I see, 't is true;
From what we fear, yet know not what we fear, For the blood-bolter'd' Banquo smiles upon me, But float upon a wild and violent sea, And points at them for his.-What! is this so? Each way and move.--I take my leave of you : 1 Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so : but why
'T shall not be long but I'll be here again. Stands Macbeth thus amazedly ?
Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites,
To what they were before.—My pretty cousin, And show the best of our delights.
Blessing upon you ! I'll charm the air to give a sound,
L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. While you perform your antic round;
Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, That this great king may kindly say,
It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort. Our duties did his welcome pay.
I take my leave at once.
[Exit RossE. [Music. The witches dance, and vanish. L. Macd.
Sirrah, your father's dead : Macb. Where are they? Gone ?-Let this pernicious And what will you do now? How will you live ? hour
Son. As birds do, mother. Stand aye accursed in the calendar !
What, with worms and flies ? Come in! without there !
Son. With what I get, I mean; and so do they. Enter LENOX.
L. Macd. Poor bird ! thou 'dst never fear the net, Len. What's your grace's will ?
nor lime, Macb. Saw you the weird sisters ?
The pit-fall, nor the gin. Len.
No, my lord. Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are Macb. Came they not by you ?
not set for. Len.
No, indeed, my lord. My father is not dead, for all your saying. Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride,
L. Macd. Yes, he is dead : how wilt thou do for a And damn'd all those that trust them!-I did hear
father ? The galloping of horse: who was 't came by ?
Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband ?
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. Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits : Son. Was my father a traitor, mother ? The flighty purpose never is o'ertook,
L. Macd. Ay, that he was. Unless the deed go with it. From this moment,
Son. What is a trailor ? The very firstlings of my heart shall be
L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies. The firstlings of my hand. And even now,
Son. And be all traitors that do so ? To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done : L. Macd. Every one that does so is a traitor, and The castle of Macduff I will surprise ;
must be hanged.
i Rebellious : in f. e. 2 The first part of this direction is not in f. e. in f. e. 7 Shall : in f. e.
3 BANQUo last: in f. e.
4 Besmeared. 5 sights: in f. e.
6 know: 4 Not in f. e. 5 open'd: in f. e. 6 Convey: in f. e.
Son. And must they all be hanged that swear and lie? A good and virtuous nature may recoil
In an imperial charge. But I shall crave your pardon: Son. Who must hang them ?
That which you are my thoughts cannot transpose; L. Macd. Why, the honest men.
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell: Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools; for there Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, are liars and swearers enow to beat the honest men, Yet grace must still look so. and hang up them.
I have lost my hopes. L. Macd. Now God help thee, poor monkey! But Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did find my how wilt thou do for a father?
doubts. Son, If he were dead, you'd weep for him: if you Why in that rawness left you wife, and child, would not, it were a good sign that I should quickly Those precious motives, those strong knots of love, have a new father.
Without leave-taking ?-I pray you,
Let not my jealousies be your dishonours,
But mine own safeties: you may be rightly just,
Bleed, bleed, poor country! I doubt some danger does approach you nearly: Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, If you will take a homely man's advice,
For goodness dares not check thee! wear thou thy Be not found here; hence, with your little ones.
wrongs; To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage, Thy title is affeerd? !-Fare thee well, lord : To do worse to you were fell cruelty,
I would not be the villain that thou think'st, Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you ! For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp. I dare abide no longer.
[Exit Messenger. And the rich East to boot. L. Macd. Whither should I fly ?
Be not offended : I have done no harm; but I remember now
I speak not as in absolute fear of you. I am in this earthly world, where to do harm
I think our country sinks beneath the yoke; Is often laudable; to do good sometime
It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash Accounted dangerous folly! why then, alas !
Is added to her wounds: I think, withal,
There would be hands uplifted in my right;
[Showing a Paper. Mur, Where is your husband ?
Of goodly thousands; but, for all this,
Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country
He's a traitor. Shall have more vices than it had before, Son. Thou liest, thou shag-eard' villain.
More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever, Mur.
What, you egg! [Stabbing him. By him that shall succeed. Young fry of treachery,
What should he be ? Son.
He has kill'd me, mother : Mal. It is myself I mean; in whom I know Run away, I pray you.
[Dies. All the particulars of vice só grafted, [Exit Lady MacDUFF, crying murder, and That, when they shall be ripen'd', black Macbeth pursued by the Murderers. Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state
Esteem him as a lamb, being compar'd
With my confineless harms.
Not in the legions
Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd
I grant him bloody, Macd.
Let us rather
Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin Bestride our down-fall’n birthdom. Each new morn That has a name; but there's no bottom, none, New widows howl, new orphans cry; new sorrows In my voluptuousness : your wives, your daughters, Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds
our matrons, and your maids, could not fill up As if it felt with Scotland, and yelld out
The cistern of my lust; and my desire Like syllable of dolour.
All continent impediments would o’er-bear, Mal.
What I believe, I'll wail; That did oppose my will. Better Macbeth, What know, believe; and what I can redress,
Than such a one to reign. As I shall find the time to friend, I will:
Boundless intemperance What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance. In nature is a tyranny: it hath been This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, Th' untimely emptying of the happy throne, Was once thought honest: you have lov’d him well; And fall of many kings. But fear not yet He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young; but some- To take upon you what is yours : you may thing
Enjoy your pleasures in a spacious plenty, You may deservea of him through me, and wisdom And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink. To offer up a weak, poor, innocent larnb
We have willing dames enough ; there cannot be To appease an angry god.
That vulture in you to devour so many Macd. I am not treacherous.
As will to greatness dedicate themselves, Mal.
But Macbeth is. Finding it so inclin'd.
i Probably a misprint for "hair'd. 2 discern: in folio. Theobald made the change. for to a firm.
3 affear'd: in folio. To affeer, is a law phrase,