2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron 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. All. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf; Witches' mummy; maw, and gulf,' Of the ravin'de salt-sea shark; Root of hemlock, digg'd i'the dark; Liver of blaspheming Jew; Gall of goat, and slips of yew, Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse; Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips; Finger of birth-strangled babe, Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab: Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, For the ingredients of our cauldron. All. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble. 2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good. All. A deed without a name. Macb. I conjure you, by that which you profess, (Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me: Though you untie the winds, and let them fight Against the churches; though the yesty waves Confound and swallow navigation up; Though bladed corn be lodg'd,' and trees blown down; Though castles topple on their warders' heads; 1 Witch. 2 Witch. 3 Witch. Speak. Demand. We'll answer. 1 Witch. Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths, Or from our masters"? 1 Witch. He will not be commanded: Here's another, More potent than the first. Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises. App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee. App. Be bloody, bold, And resolute: laugh to scorn the power of man, For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth. [Descends. Macb. Then live, Macduff: What need I fear of thee? But yet I'll make assurance double sure, Thunder. An Apparition of a Child crowned, with a tree in his hand, rises. That rises like the issue of a king; And wears upon his baby brow the round Listen, but speak not. All. App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are: Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill Shall come against him. Macb. [Descends. That will never be: Who can impress the forest; bid the tree All. Seek to know no more. Mach. I will be satisfied: deny me this, And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know:Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this? [Hautboys. 1 Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show! 3 Witch. Show! All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like shadows, so depart. Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls:-And thy Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first:- see, What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? 1 Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so:-But why [Music. The Witches dance, and vanish. Macb. Where are they? Gone?-Let this per nicious hour What's your grace's will? Macduff is fled to England. Macb. Len. Ay, my good lord. Fled to England? Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st' my dread exploits: Unless the deed go with it: From this moment, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and The castle of Macduff I will surprise; Enter Lady MACDUFF, her Son, and Rosse. Rosse. You must have patience, madam. Besmeared with blood. • Proventest, by taking away the opportunity. He had none: L. Macd. Rosse. Whether it was his wisdom or his fear. L. Macd. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his His mansion, and his titles, in a place L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. L. Macd. [Exit Rosse. L. Macd. Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for. My father is not dead, for all your saying. L. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father? [ket. Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband? Son. Was my father a traitor, mother? Son. What is a traitor? L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies. L. Macd. Every one that does so is a traitor, and Son. And must they all be hanged, that swear Son. Who must hang them? L. Macd. Why, the honest men. [and lie? Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools: for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men, and hang up them. L. Macd. Now, God help thee, poor monkey! But how wilt thou do for a father? Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him: if you would not, it were a good sign that I should quick ly have a new father. L. Macd. Poor prattler! how thou talk'st Enter a Messenger. [faces? To say, I have done no harm?- What are these Enter Murderers. Mur. Where is your husband? L. Macd. I hope, in no place so unsanctified, He's a traitor. Run away, I pray you. He has killed me, mother; [Dies. [Exit Lady MACDUFF, crying Murder, and pursued by the Murderers. SCENE III.—England. A Room in the King's Palace. Enter MALCOLM and MACDuff. Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade, and Mal. What I believe, I'll wail; You may deserve of him through me; and wisdom Macd. I am not treacherous. But Macbeth is. A good and virtuous nature may recoil, I have lost my hopes. [doubts. Maed. Bleed, bleed, poor country. wrongs, Thy title is affeer'd!'-Fare thee well, lord: Be not offended: Macd. Not in the legions Mal. I grant him bloody, Macd. Boundless intemperance Mal. With this, there grows, Macd. But mine own safeties:-You may be rightly just, Of your mere own: All these are portable," I am perfectly acquainted with your rank. • Befriend. i.e. A good mind may recede from goodness in the ex ecution of a royal commission. With other graces weigh'd. Legally settled by those who had the final adjudication Mal. But I have none: The king-becoming | Himself best knows; but strangely visited people, As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, [graces, Bounty, perséverance, mercy, lowliness, Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, I have no relish of them; but abound In the division of each several crime, Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound No, not to live.-O nation miserable, No less in truth than life: my first false speaking All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, Macd. Enter RossE. See, who comes here? Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not. Macd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. Mal. I know him now: Good God, betimes remove The means that make us strangers! Rosse. Sir, Amen. Macd. Stands Scotland where it did? Rosse. Alas, poor country; Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot Be call'd our mother, but our grave: where nothing, But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile;. Where sighs and groans, and shrieks that rent the air, Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems A modern ecstasy; the dead man's knell Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's lives Expire before the flowers in their caps, Dying, or ere they sicken. Macd. Too nice, and yet too true! Mal. O, relation, What is the newest grief? Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker, Each minute teems a new one. Macd. Rosse. Why, well. Macd. Rosse. How does my wife? Well too. And all my children? Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? Rosse. No; they were well at peace, when I did leave them. Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech; How goes it? Rosse. When I came hither to transport the tidings, Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumor Of many worthy fellows that were out: Which was to my belief witness'd the rather, For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot: Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland Would create soldiers, make our women fight, To doff' their dire distresses. Mal. Be it their comfort, We are coming thither: gracious England hath Lent us good Siward, and ten thousand men: An older, and a better soldier none That Christendom gives out. Rosse. Would I could answer This comfort with the like! But I have words That would be howl'd out in the desert air, Where hearing should not latch them. Macd. What concern they? Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue forever, Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound, That ever yet they heard. Macd. Mal. Dispute it like a man. Macd. I shall do so; But I must also feel it as a man: Rosse. Your castle is surpris'd; your wife and babes,, Savagely slaughter'd! to relate the manner, Were, on the quarry' of these murder'd deer, To add the death of you. Mal. Merciful heaven!What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children, too? Rosse. That could be found. Macd. My wife kill'd too? Rosse. Mal. Wife, children, servants, all That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on, Mal. Be this the whetsone of your sword: let grief Cut short all intermission; front to front, And I must be from thence! Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself; I have said. Be comforted: Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, Macd. He has no children.-All my pretty ones? Did you say, all?-O, hell-kite!-All? What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, Mal. This tune goes manly. Come, go we to the king; our power is ready; Our lack is nothing but our leave: Macbeth Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may; The night is long that never finds the day. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I.-Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. Lady M. Yet here's a spot. Doct. Hark, she speaks: I will set down what Enter a Doctor of Physic, and a waiting Gentle- comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the woman. Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive no truth in your report. When was it she last walked? Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her night-gown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon it, read it, afterwards seal it, and again return to bed: yet all this while in a most fast sleep. Doct. A great perturbation in nature! to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching. In this slumbry agitation, besides her walking, and other actual performances, what, at any time, have you heard her say? Gent. That, sir, which I will not report after her. Doct. You may, to me; and 'tis most meet you should. Gent. Neither to you, nor any one; having no witness to confirm my speech. Enter Lady MACBETH, with a Taper. Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise: and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close. Doct. How came she by that light? Gent. Why, it stood by her: she has light by her continually; 'tis her command. Doct. You see, her eyes are open. Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut. Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how she ubs her hands. Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands; I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour. The game after it is killed. Doct. Do you mark that? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; Where is she now?. -What, will these hands ne'er be clean?-No more o'that, my lord, no more o'that: you mar all with this starting. Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you should not. Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that: Heaven knows what she has known. Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh! oh! oh! Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged. Gent. I would not have such a heart in my bosom, for the dignity of the whole body. Doct. Well, well, well,- Doct. This disease is beyond my practice: Yet 1 have known those which have walked in their sleep, who have died holily in their beds. Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so pale: I tell you yet again, Ban. quo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave. Doct. Even so? Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at 2 Dark. |