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* Witch. Ali hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, in which addition, hail, most worthy thage!
For it is thine.
Mucb. The thane of Cawdor lives : Why do
to borrow'd robes ?
But under heavy judgment bears that life
Which be deserves to lose. Whether he was
both of noble having,+ and of royal hope, (not : He labour'd in bis country's wreck, I know not; That be seems rapt 1 withal ; to me you speak But treasons capital, confess'd and prov'd, If you can look into the seeds of time,
Have overthrowu him.
The greatest is behind.-Thauks for your
pains. Your favours nor your hate.
Do you not hope your children shall be kings, 1 Witch, Hail!
When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to 2 Witch. Hail! Promis'd no less to them?
[me, 3 Witch. Hail :
Ban. That trusted home,
Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange :
The instruments of darkness tell us truths ; 80, all hail, Macbeth and Banquo !
Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
Macb. Two truths are told,
This supernatural soliciting 1
(meu. Stands not within the prospect of belief,
Cannot be ill; cannot be good :-If ill,
Commencing in a truth ? I am thaue of Caw.
[Witches vanish. Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,
[nish'd ? Against the use of nature? Present fears And these are of them :-Whither are they va. Are less than horrible imaginings : [tical, Macb. Into the air ; and what seem'd cor. My thought, whose murder yet is but fautas poral melted
Shakes so my single state of man, that function As breath into the wind.-'Would they had is smother'd in surmise ; ** and nothing is, staid !
But wbat is not.
Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt,
Macb. If chance will have me king, why, Or have we eaten of the insane root, !
chance may crown me,
Without my stir.
Ban, New honours come upon him
Like our strange garments; cleave not to the
mould, not so?
(here? But with the aid of use. Ban. To the self-same tune and words. Who's
Macb. Come what come may ;
Time and the hour tt runs through the roughest Enter Rosse and ANCUS.
Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your
Macb. Give me your favour : 11-my dull brain
With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your
Are register'd where every day I turn
(time, He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
Think upon what hath chanc'd; and, at more Nothing aseard of what thyself didst make,
The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak
Our free hearts each to other.
Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends.
SCENE IV.-Fores.-A Room in the Palace.
Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater ho BAIN, LENOX, and ATTENDANTS.
Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor 1 Are
not Cawdor :
Those in commission yet return'd ?
• Supernatural, spiritual.
Encitement. Glamis is still standing, and is the magnificent residence of Earl Strathmore.
Temptation. Firnily fixed.
** The powers of action are oppressed by conjecture,
f1 Time and oprer tunity 1. Pardon.
Mal. My liege,
report, they have more in them than morte They are not yet come back. But I have spoke knowledge.
When I burned in desire With one that saw him die ; who did report, question them further, they made themselve That very frankly be confess'd his treasons ; --air, into uhich they vanished. Whiles I Implor'd your highness' pardon ; and set forth stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missires + A deep repentance : nothing in his life from the king, who all-hailed me, Thane of Became him, like the leaving it ; he died Cawdor; by which title, before, these weird As one that had been studied in his death, sisters saluted me, and referred me to the To throw away the dearest thing he ox'd, coming on of time, with Hail king that shalt As 'twere a careless trife.
be ! This have I thought good to deliver thee, Dun. There's no art,
my dearest purtner of greatness; that thos To find the mind's construction in the face : t mightest not lose the dues of rejoicing, by He was a gentleman on whom I built
being ignorant of what greatness is promised An absolute trust.-0 worthiest cousin !
thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and siialt be Enter MACBETH, Bangco, Rosse, and AngUs. What thou art promis'd :-Yet do I fear thy The sin of my ingratitude even now
nature ; Was heavy on me : Thou art so far before, It is too full o'the milk of human kindness, That swiftest wing of recompense is slow To catch the uearest way: Tbou would'st be To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less de.
great ; serv'd ;
Art not without ambition ; but without That the proportion both of thanks and payment The illness should attend it. What thou wonld'st Might have been mine! only I have left to say,
(false, More is thy due than more than all can pay. That would'st thou holily; wonld'st not play
Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, And yet would'st wrougly win : thou'd'st bave In doing it, pays itself. Your higbuess' part
(hare it ; Is to receive our duties; and our duties
That which cries, Thus thone must do, if thoa Are to your throne and state, children, and And that which rather thou dost fear to de. servants,
Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee Which do but what they should, by doing every
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; Safe toward yonr love and honour.
And chastise with the valour of my tongue Dun. Welcome hither :
All that impedes thee from the golden round, : I have begun to plant thee, and will labour Which fate and metaphysical j aid doth serm To make thee full of growing. 1-Noble Banquo, To have thee crown'd witbal. Wbat is your That bast no less deserv'd, nor must be known
tidings? No less to have done so, let me infold thee, And hold thee to my heart.
Enter an ATTENDANT. Ban. There if I grow,
Attend. The King comes here to-night. The barvest is your own.
Lady M. Thou'rt mad to say it : Dun. My plenteous joys,
Is vot ihy master with him ? who, wer't so, Wauton in fulness, seek to hide themselves Would bave intorm'd for preparation. In drops of sorrow.-Sons, kinsmei, thanes, Altend. So please you, it is true ; our thane And you wbose places are the nearest, know,
is coming : We will establish our estate upon (after, One of my fellows bad the speed of him ; Our eldest Malcolin; whom we name here. Who, almost dead for breath, bad scarcely The prince of Cumberland : which honour must
more Not, unaccompanied, invest him only,
That would make up bis message. But sigus of nobleness, like stars, sball shine Lady M. Give him tending, On all deservers.-From hence to laverness, 5 He brings great news. The raven himself is And bind us further to you.
(Erit ATTENDANT. Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'a That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan for you:
battlements. Come, come, you P'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful
spirits The hearing of my wife with your approach; That tend on mortal || thought, unsex me here; So, humbly take my leave.
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, lop-fall Duu. My worthy Cawdor!
of direst cruelty I make thick my blood, Macb. The prince of Cumberland 1-That is Stop up the access and passage to remorse, a step,
That no compunctious visitings of nature On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap, Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
[Aside. The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ! And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring Let uot light see my black and deep desires :
ministers, The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be, Wherever in your sightless substances Wbich the eye fears, when it is done, to see. You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick
(Erit. night, Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so And pall •* thee in the dunnest smoke of bell ! valiant ; ||
That my keen knife #t see not the Wound it And in his commendations, I am fed ;
makes ; It is a banquet to me. Let us after him, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome :
Cawdor! It is a peerless kinsman. (Flourish. Exeunt. To cry, Hold, Hold !--Great Glamis ! worthy SCENE V.- Inverness.-A Room in
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!
Thy letters Lave transported me beyond Enter Lady MACBETA, 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. cess; and I have learned by the perfectest
• The best intelligence.
rity. + We cannot construe the disposition of the mind by ** Wirap as in a mantle.
++ Knife &borati the lineaments of the face. • Exuberant meant a sword or dagger.
i Te Bejout the The wails of Mabech's Castle at Inverness, are yet present time, which is acrording to the process of ur standing
Itulias valiant as described. ture iguuraut of the future.
Mecb. My dearest love,
SCENE VII.-The same.A Room in the
llautboys and torches. Enter, and pass orer
the stage, a Sewer, and divers Ser-
vants with dishes and service. Then enter !
With lsis surcease, success; that but this blunt
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plagae the inventor : This eveu-havded jus-
Commeuds the ingredients of our poison'd (Ereunt.
To our own lips. He's here in double trust :
Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
Not bear the kuite myself. Besides, this Duu.
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
The deep damnation of his taking-off' :
And pity, like a uaked new-born babe,
Striding ihe blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd
Upou the sightless couriers + of the air,
That tears shall drown the wind.-I have no
Vaulting anıbition, which o'er-leaps itself,
Enter Lady MACBETH.
Lady M. He has almost supp'd ; Why have
you left the chamber?
Macb. Hath he ask'd for me?
Lady M. Know you not, he has ?
Macb. We will proceed no further in this
He hath honour'd me of late ; and I bave bought
which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Lady M. Was the hope drunk,
Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept
At what it did so freely ? From this time,
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
As thou art in desire 3 Would'st thou have
And live a coward in thine own esteem ;
Letting I dare not wait upon I would,
Macb. Pr'ythee, peace :
Who dares do more, is none.
Lady M. What beast was it then,
That made you break this enterprize to me Lady M. Your servants ever Have their's , themselves, and what is their's, in When you durst do it, then you were a man ;
Aud, to be more than what you were, you compt, 1
(place, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, Be so much more the man. Nor time, on Still to return your own.
Did then adbere, I and yet you would make Dun. Give me your band :
both : Conduct me to mine bost; we love him bighly, They bave made themselves, and that their fit.
know And shall continue our graces towards him. By sour leave, hostess.
Does unmake you. I have given suck ; aud
(Exeunt. . Look, countenance.
• An officer so called from his placingih dishes ou + Convenient coruer.
+ Winds; sightless is invisible. de Was hermuts ballerer pray for you.
1 In the same dense as cobre. 1 Sject to accompt.
How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : Would spend it in some words upon that busi I would, while it was smiling in my face,
ness, Have pluck'd my nipple from bis boneless If you would grant the time. gums,
Ban. At your kind'st leisure. And dashi'd the brains out, had I so sworn, as Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent,you
when 'uis, Hare done to this.
It shall make honour for you. Macb. If we should fail,
Ban. So I lose none, Lady M. We fail!
In seeking to augment it, but still keep But screw your courage to the sticking place, My bosom franchis'd and allegiance clear, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep, I shall be counsel'd. (Whereto the rather shall bis day's hard jour- Macb. Good repose, the while ! ney
Ban. Thanks, Sir; The like to you ! Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains
(Erit Buxoro. Will I with wine and wassel * so convince, t Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink That memory, the warder of the brain,
is ready, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. A limbeck outy: When in swinish sleep
[Erit Servant. Their drenched natures lie, as in a death, Is this a dagger, which I see before me, What cannot you and I perform upon
The handle toward my hand ? Comne, let me 'The unguarded Duncan i what not put upon
clutch thee :His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. of our great quell?
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible Macb. Bring forth men-children only! To feeling as to sight? or art thou but For thy undaunted mettle should compose A dagger of the mind; a false creation, Nothing but males. Will it not be receivid, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ! When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy I see thee yet, in form as palpable two
As this which now I draw. of his own chamber, and us'd their very dag. Thou inarshal'si me the way that I was going ; gers,
Aud such an instrument I was to use. That they bave don't ?
Mine eyes are made the fools o'the other senses, Ludy M. Who dares receive it other, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar And ou tby blade and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Upon bis death?
Which was not so before.--There's no such Maob. I am settled, and bend up
thing ; Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. It is the bloody business, which inforins Away, and mock the time with fairest show :
Thus to mine eyes.-Now o'er the one half False face must bide what the false beart doth
(Exeunt. Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; now witchcraft celebrutes
Alaruu'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's bis watch, thus with his stealtby
pace SCENE I.-The same.-Court within the With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards bis Castle.
Moves like a gbost. --Thou sure and firm-set Enter Banquo and FLEANCE, and a Servant,
earth, with a torch before them.
Hear pot my steps, which way they walk, for Ban. How goes the night, boy?
fear Fle. The moou is down; I have not heard the Thy very stones prate of my where-about, clock.
And take the present horror from the time, Ban. And she goes down at twelve.
Which now suits with it.-Wbiles I threat, be Fle. I take't, 'tis later, Sir.
lives ; Ban. Hold, take my sword :-There's bus- Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath bandry in heaven,
(A bell rings. Their candles are all out.--Take thee that too. I go, and it is done! the bell inviies me. A heavy suminons lies like lead upon me,
Hear it not, Duncan ; for it is a knell And yet I would not sleep : Merciful powers! Tbat summons thee to beaven or to hell. Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature
(Ertt. Gives way to in repose !--Give me iny sword ;
SCENE II.-The same.
Enter Lady MACBETR.
Lady M. That which hath made them druk, Macb. A friend.
hath made me bold : Ban. What, Sir, not yet at rest! The king's What hath queuch'd them bath given me fire : a-bed:
-Hark!-Peace! He hath been in unusual pleasure, and
It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellunan, Sent forth great largess to your oflices; Whica gives the steru'st good-night. He is This diamond he greets your wife withal,
about it: By the name of most kind hostess ; and shut up The doors are open ; and the surfeited grooms In measureless content. Macb. Being unprepard,
Do mock their charge with sucres; I have
drugg'd their possets, Our will became the servant to defect;
That death and nature do contend about them, Which else should free bave wrought.
Whether they live, or die. Ban. All's well.
Macb. (Within.) Who's there !-what, be! I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters : Lady. M. Alack! I am afraid they have To you they bave sbow'd some truth.
awak'd, Macb. I think not of them :
Aud 'tis not done ;-the attempt, and not the Yet, when we can eutreat an hour to serve,
Coufounds us :-Hark !–1 laid their daggers • Jatemperance. 4 Overpower.
He could not miss them.-Had he not resem- How is't with me, when every noise appals me ? bled
What bands are bere? Ha! they pluck out My father as be slept, 1 bad done't. ---My hus
mine eyes! band ?
Will all great Neptwie's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will Enter MACBETH.
rather Macb. I have done the deed :-Didst thou not The multitudinous seas incarnardine, hear a noise ?
Making the green--one red. Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry.
Re-enter Lady MACBETH. Did not you speak ?
Lady M. My hands are of your colour ; but Macb. Whent
(krocking Laity M. Now.
To wear a heart so white. (Knock.) I hear a Dach. As I descended ?
At the south entry :-retire we to our chamber : Lady M. Ay,
A little water clears us of this deed : Hlacb. Hark!
How easy is it then? Your coilstancy Who lies i'the second chamber?
Hath left you unattended.--(Knocking] Hark! Lady M. Donalbain.
more knocking : Vach. This is a sorry sight.
Get on your nightgowit, lest occasion call us, (Looking on his hands. And show us to be watchers :-Be not lost Lady M. A foolish ihought, to say a sorry So poorly in your thoughts. sight.
Macb. To know my deed,-'twcre best not Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and
(Knock. one cried, murder !
Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would That they did wake each other; I stood and
(Ereunt. heard thein : But they did say their prayers, and address'd
SCENE III.-The same. thein Again to sleep.
Enter a PORTER.-[Knocking within.) Lady M. There are two lodg'd together. Port. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a inan Jach. One cried, God bless us! and Amen, were porter of hell-gate, he should have old ! the other ;
turning the key. [Knocking.) Knock, knock, As they had seen me, with these hangman's knock : Who's there, i'the name of Belzebub i hands,
Here's a farmer, that hanged himself on the exListening their fear-I could not say, Ainen, pectation of plenty : Come in time ; have nap. Wben they did say, God bless us.
kiust enough about you; here you'll sweat for't. Lady M. Consider it not so deeply.
(Knocking.) Klock, knock : Who's there, i'the Macb. Bat wherefore could not I pronouncedevil's pame? 'Faith, here's an equivocator, Ainen?
that could swear in both the scales against I had most need of blessing, and Amen
either scale ; who comunitted treason enough for Stuck in my throat.
God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven : Lady M. These deeds must not be thought
0 come ill, equivocator. (Knocking.) Knock, After these ways; so, it will inake us mad. knock, knock : Who's there? 'Faith here's an Mecb. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep English tailor come bither for stealing out of a ny more.
French hose : Come il, tailor ; here you may Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent roast your goose. [Knocking.) Knock, kuock: sleep;
Never at quiet! What are you ?- But this place Sleep, that knits up the ravellid sleave 1 of is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no furcure,
ther : I had thought to have let in some of all proThe death of each day's life, sore labour's ressions, that go the primrose way to the ever bath,
lasting bonfire. [Knocking.) Auou, anoil ; I Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second
pray you, remember the porter. course,
(Opens the gate, Chief nourisher in life's feast ;Lady M. What do you mean ?
Enter MACDUFF and LENOX. Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no miore ! to all
Mucd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went the house : That you do lie so late?
(to bed, Glamis kath murder'd sleep; and therefore Port. 'Faitli, Sir, we were carousing till the seCardor
cond cock : 1 and drink, Sir, is a great provoker Skall sleep no more. Macbeth shull sleep no of three things. more!
Macd. What three things docg drink espeLady M. Who was it that thus cried ? Wliy, cially provoke? worthy thane,
Port. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and You do unbend your noble strength, to think
urine. Lechery, Sir, it provokes and unproSo brainsickly of things :-Go, get some water, vokes : it provokes the desire, but it takes away And wasb this filthy witness from your hand.- the performance : Therefore, much drink inay Wby did you bring these daggers from the be said to be an equivocator with lechery : it place?
makes him, and it mars bin; it sets him oli, They must lie there : Go, carry thein; and and it takes hin oft'; it persuades him, and dis. smear
heartens him; makes him stand to, and uot The sleepy grooms with blood.
stand to: in conclusion, equivocates bim in a Macb. l'll go no inore : I am afraid to think what I have done ;
sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him,
Macd. I believe, drink gave thee the lie last Look on't again, I dare not.
night. Lady M, Infirm of purpose !
Port. That it did, Sir, i'tbe very throat o'me : Give me the daggers : The sleeping and the But I requited lin for his lie; and, I think, dead
being too strong for him, though he took up Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood, That fears a painted devil. li he do bleed,
iny legs sometime, yet I made a shilt to cast
biin. Mi gild the faces of the grooms witbal,
Macd. Is thy master stirring ?-For it must seem their quill.
Our knocking has awah'd him; bere he comes. (Exit. Knocking within. Macb Whence is that knocking ?
+ llandkerchiefs. • As if. Sleave is unwrought silk.