2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth'! hail to thee, | In which addition, hail, most worthy thane! thane of Cawdor! By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis ; Bat bow of Cawdor ? the thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman; and, to be king, Stands not within the prospect of belief, No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence You owe this strange intelligence? or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting ?-Speak, I charge [WITCHES vanish. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, [nish'd? And these are of them :-Whither are they vaMacb. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted you. As breath into the wind.-'Would they staid ! had Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak about; Or have we eaten of the insane root, That takes the reason prisoner ? Mucb. Your children shall be kings. Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it Enter ROSSE and ANGUS. Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, The news of thy success; and when he reads that, In viewing o'er the rest o'the self-same day, He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, Strange images of death. As thick as tale, ¶ Came post with post; and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, And pour'd them down before him. Ang. We are sent, To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; He bade me, from him, call thee thane of For it is thine. Ban. What, can the devil speak true? Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives: Why do you dress me In borrow'd robes ? Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet; He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not; Macb. Glamis and thane of Cawdor: behind.-Thanks for your Do you not hope your children shall be kings, Ban. That trusted home, Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Macb. Two truths are told, Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt. Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir. Ban. New honours come upon him Like our strange garments; cleave not to thei mould, But with the aid of use. Macb. Come what come may; Time and the hour + runs through the roughest day. Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. Macb. Give me your favour: ‡‡-my dull brain was wrought [pains With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the Are register'd where every day I turn [time, Think upon what hath chanc'd; and, at more The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak Our free hearts each to other. Ban. Very gladly. king; Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends. SCENE IV.-Fores.-A Room in the Palace. Those in commission yet return'd? Dun. There's no art, |report, they have more in them than morie knowledge. When I burned in desire question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives + from the king, who all-hailed me, Thane of Cawdor; by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with Hail king that shait be! This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest purtner of greatness; that thom mightest not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell. Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promis'd:-Yet do I fear thy To find the mind's construction in the face: t Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSSE, and ANGUS. That the proportion both of thanks and payment Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part Is to receive our duties; and our duties Are to your throne and state, children, and I have begun to plant thee, and will labour Ban. There if I grow, Dun. My plenteous joys, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves [after, Our eldest Malcolm; whom we name here- Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you: I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful Dun. My worthy Cawdor! Macb. The prince of Cumberland I-That is a step, On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap, [Exit. Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant ; || And in his commendations, I am fed; SCENE V.-Inverness.-A Room in nature; It is too full o'the milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way: Thou would'st be great; Art not without ambition; but without The illness should attend it. What thou would'st highly, [false, That would'st thou holily; would'st not play And yet would'st wrongly win: thou'd'st have great Glamis, [hare it; That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thes That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; Enter an ATTENDANT. Attend. The King comes here to-night. Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so, Attend. So please you, it is true; our thane is coming: One of my fellows had the speed of him; more That would make up bis message. He brings great news. The raven himself is That tend on mortal || thought, unsex me here; Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife tt see not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, Cawdor! To cry, Hold, Hold!--Great Glamis! worthy Enter MACBETH Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Thy letters have transported me beyond Enter Lady MACBETH, reading a letter. This ignorant present, and I feel now Lady M. They met me in the day of suc-The future in the instant. eess; and I have learned by the perfectest • Owned, possessed. +We cannot construe the disposition of the mind by the lineaments of the face. Exuberant. • The best intelligence. ↑ Messengers. Supernatural. Murderous. : Diadem. Pity. tt Knife scienti ttle. Beyond the ** Wrap as in a mantle. meant a sword or dagger. The wails of Macbeth's Castle at Inverness, are yet present time, which is according to the process of ma ¡Fuli as valiant as described.ture iguoraat of the future. standing. Lady M. And when goes bence? Macb. To-morrow,-as he purposes. Shall sun that morrow see! MACBETH. Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters :-To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, But be the serpent under it. He that's coming [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The same.-Before the Castle. Attendants. SCENE VII.-The same.-A Room in the Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over Mucb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then It were done quickly: If the assassination cases, We still have judgment here; that we but teach To our own lips. He's here in double trust: can Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air The deep damnation of his taking-off: Naubly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. Ban. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, buttress, made they Most breed and baunt, I have observ'd, the air Enter Lady MACBETH. Dan. See, see! our honour'd bostess : The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you, How you shall bid God yield us for your pains, And thank us for your trouble. Lady M. All our service every point twice done, and then done were poor and single business, to contend Your majesty loads our house: For those of old, Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor? And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp bim To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess, Lady M. Your servants ever Have their's, themselves, and what is their's, in compt, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, Dun. Give me your hand: Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, [Exeunt. And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Enter Lady MACBETH. Lady M. He has almost supp'd; Why have Macb. We will proceed no further in this business: He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Lady M. Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept And wakes it now, to look so green and pale that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, Macb. Pr'ythee, peace: I dare do all that may become a man; Lady M. What beast was it then, ney Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains Macb. Bring forth men-children only! two Of his own chamber, and us'd their very daggers, That they have don't? Lady M. Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Macb. I am settled, and bend up ACT II. SCENE 1.-The same.-Court within the Castle. Enter BANQUO and FLEANCE, and a Servant, with a torch before them. Ban. How goes the night, boy? Would spend it in some words upon that busi [Exit Servant. Is this a dagger, which I see before me, I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; It is the bloody business, which informs Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.--Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the Thy very stones prate of my where-about, Who's there? Macb. A friend. Torch. And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.-Whiles I threat, be lives; Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath [A bell rings. gives. I go, and it is done! the bell invites me. [Exit. SCENE II.-The same. Ban. What, Sir, not yet at rest? The king's What hath quench'd them bath given me fire: By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms Scene II. MACBETH. He could not miss them.-Had he not resembied My father as he slept, I had done't.-My husband? Who lies i'the second chamber? Lady M. Donalbain. Macb. This is a sorry sight. (Looking on his hands. Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one cried, murder! That they did wake each other; I stood and heard them : But they did say their prayers, and address'd them Again to sleep. Lady M. There are two lodg'd together. Macb. One cried, God bless us! and Amen, the other; As they had seen me, with these hangman's Listening their fear-I could not say, Amen, Lady M. Consider it not so deeply. I had most need of blessing, and Amen Lady M. These deeds must not be thought no more. Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ; Lady M. What do you mean? Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more! to all Glamis hath murder'd sleep; and therefore Shall sleep no more. Macbeth shull sleep no more! Lady M. Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think place? They must lie there: Go, carry them; smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done; Lady M, Infirm of purpose! Give the and me the daggers: The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood, 11 gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. Macb [Exit. Knocking within. Sleave is unwrought silk. How is't with me, when every noise appals me? Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood The multitudinous seas incarnardine, Re-enter Lady MACBETH. Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but Get on your nightgowit, lest occasion call us, Macb. To know my deed,-'twere best not Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would SCENE III.-The same. Enter a PORTER.-[Knocking within.] Port. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock: Who's there, i'the name of Belzebub? Here's a farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty: Come in time; have napkins+ enough about you; here you'll sweat for't. [Knocking.] Knock, knock: Who's there, i'the 'Faith, here's an equivocator, devil's name? that could swear in both the scales against either scale; who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven: O come in, equivocator. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock: Who's there? 'Faith here's an English tailor come hither for stealing out of a French hose: Come in, tailor; here you may roast your goose. [Knocking.] Knock, knock: Never at quiet! What are you?-But this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further: I had thought to have let in some of all professions, that go the primrose way to the ever lasting bonfire. [Knocking.] Anon, anon; pray you, remember the porter. [Opens the gate, Enter MACDUFF and LENOX. Mucd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went [to bed, That you do lie so late? Port. 'Faith, Sir, we were carousing till the second cock and drink, Sir, is a great provoker of three things. Macd. What three things does drink especially provoke? Port. Marry, Sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, Sir, it provokes and unprovokes: it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance: Therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him. Macd. I believe, drink gave thee the lie last night. Port. That it did, Sir, i'the very throat o'me: But I requited him for his lie; and, I think, being too strong for him, though he took up iny legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him. Macd. Is thy master stirring ?- |