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With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
Mac. I do forget :
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss;
Lords. Our duties and the pledge.
Lady. Think of this, good peers,
Mac. What man dare, I dare :
And dare me to the desert with thy sword;
370 Lady. You have displac'd the mirth, broke thie
good meeting, With most admir'd disorder.
Mac. Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder ? You make me strange Even to the disposition that I owe, When now I think you can behold such sights, And keep the natural ruby of your cheek, When mine is blanch'd with fear. Rosse. Whát sights, my lord ?
320 Lady. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and
Len. Good night, and better health
Lady. A kind good night to all ! [Exeunt Lords. Mac. It will have blood, they say ; blood will have
blood : Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; Augurs, and understood relations, have 390 By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth The secret'st man of blood.—What is the night?
Lady. Almost at odds with morning, which is
which. Mac. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his
person, At our great bidding?
Lady. Did you send to him, sir?
Mac. I hear it by the way; but I will send : There's not a one of them, but in his house I keep a servant fee'l. I will to-morrow, (And betimes I will) unto the weird sisters : 400 More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, By the worst means, the worst : for mine own good, All causes shall give way; I am in blood Stept in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er : Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; Which must be acted, ere they may be scann'd.
Lady. You lack the season of all natures, sleep. Mac. Come, we'll to sleep: my strange and self
abuse Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use : 410 We are yet but young in deed.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting Hecate. 1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecat’? you look angerly.
Hec. Have I not reason, beldams, as you are, Saucy, and overbold ? How did you dare
To trade and traffic with Macbeth,
440 He shall spurn fatę, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
[ Musick and a Song Fiij
Hark, I am call'd; my little spirit, see,
[Sing within. Come away, come away, &c. 1 Witch. Come, let's make haste, she'll soon be back again.
Enter LENOX, and another Lord. Len. My former speeches have but hit your
thoughts, Which can interpret further: only, I say, Things have been strangely borne : the gracious Duncan
450 Was pitied of Macbeth :-marry, he was dead :And the right-valiant Banquo walk's too late ; Whom, you may say, if it please you, Fleance kill'd, For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late. Who cannot want the thought, how monsterous It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain, To kill their gracious father? damned fact ! How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight, In pious rage, the two delinquents tear, That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep? Was not that nobly done? and wisely too;
461 For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive, To hear the men deny it. So that, I say, He has borne all things well: and I do think, That, had he Duncan's sons under his key