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Thus do go about, about ;

Macb. Into the air ; and what seem'd corpo Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,

ral, melted And thrice again, to make up nine :

As breath into the wind.-'Would they had staid ! Peace !-the charm's wound up.

Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak

about? Enter MACBETH and BANQUO.

Or have we eaten of the insane root, Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

That takes the reason prisoner ? Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores? What are Macb. Your children shall be kings. these,

Ban. You shall be king. So wither’d, and so wild in their attire ;

Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not That look not like the inhabitants o'the earth, And yet are on't ? Live you? or are you aught Ban. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's That man may question You seem to under here?

stand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying

Enter Rosse and ANGUS, . Upon her skinny lips :-You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, MacThat you are so.

beth, Macb. Speak, if you can ;-What are you? The news of thy success : and when he reads 1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, thane of Glamis !

His wonders and his praises do contend, 2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Which should be thine, or his : Silenc'd with thane of Cawdor !

that, 3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be In viewing o'er the rest o'the self-same day, king hereafter.

He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Ban. Good sir, why do you start; and seem Nothing afеard of what thyself didst make, to fear

Strange images of death. As thick as tale, Things, that do sound so fair ? --I'the name of Came post with post; and every one did bear truth,

Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed,

And pour'd them down before him. Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner Ang. We are setit, Ye greet with present grace, and great prediction To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; Of noble having, and of royal hope,

To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee. That he seems rapt withal ; to me you speak not: Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, If you can look into the seeds of time,

He bade me, from him, call thee thane of CawAnd

say, which grain will grow, and which will • dor: not ;

In which addition, hail, most worthy thane ! Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, For it is thine. Your favours, nor your hate,

Ban. What, can the devil speak true ? 1 Witch. Hail !

Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives : Why do 2 Witch. Hail !

you dress me 3 Witch. Hail !

In borrow'd robes ? 1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet ; 2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. But under heavy judgment bears that life, 3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was be none :

Combin’d with Norway; or did line the rebel So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo !

With hidden help and vantage; or that with 1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail !

both Macb. om oftay, you imperfect speakers, tell me Heelabour'd in his

country's wreck, I know not ;

But treasons , By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis ; Have overthrown him. But how of Cawdor ? the thane of Cawdor lives, Macb. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor : A prosperous gentleman; and, to be king, Thegreatest is behind. Thanks for your pains.Stands not within the prospect of belief, Do you not hope your children shall be kings, No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence When those, that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, You owe this strange intelligence ? or why Promis'd no less to them? Upon this blasted heath you stop our way, Ban. That, trusted home, With such prophetic greeting? --Speak, i'charge Might yet enkindle you into the crown, you.

[Witches vanish. Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange : Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, And these are of them :-Whither are they va The instruments of darkness tell us truths; nish'd ?

Win us with honest trifles, to betray us YOL. I.

2 B


In deepest consequence.

Dun. There's no art, Cousins, a word, I pray you.

To find the mind's construction in the face: Macb. Two truths are told,

He was a gentleman, on whom I built As happy prologues to the swelling act

An absolute trust.-0 worthiest cousin ! Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentle

Enter MacBETH, BANQUO, Rosse, and AxGus. This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill; cannot be good :-If ill, The sin of my ingratitude even now Why hath it given me earnest of success, Was heavy on me : Thou art so far before, Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor : That swiftest wing of recompense is slow If good, why do I yield to that suggestion, To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less deWhose horrid image doth unfix my hair,

sery'd ; And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, That the proportion both of thanks and payment Against the use of nature ? Present fears Might have been mine ! only I have left to say, Are less than horrible imaginings:

More is thy due than more than all can pay. My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, Shakes so my single state of man, that function In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part Is smother'd' in surmise ; and nothing is, Is to receive our duties : and our duties But what is not.

Are to your throne and state, children, and serBan. Look, how our partner's rapt.

vants ; Macb. If chance will have me king, why, which do but what they should, by doing every chance may crown me,

thing Without my stir.

Safe toward your love and honour. Ban. New honours come upon him

Dun. Welcome hither : Like our strange garments ; cleave not to their I have begun to plant thee, and will labour mould,

To make thee full of growing.–Noble Banquo, But with the aid of use.

Thou hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known Macb. Come what come may;

No less to have done ; so let me infold thee, Time and the hour runs through the roughest and hold thee to my heart. day.

Ban. There if I grow, Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your The harvest is your own. leisure.

Dun. My plenteous joys, Macb. Give me your favour :-my dull brain Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves was wrought

In drops of sorrow.-Sons, kinsmen, thanes, With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your And you whose places are the nearest, know, pains

We will establish our estate upon Are register'd where every day I turn

Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, The leaf to read them.--Let us toward the The prince of Cumberland : which honour must king.–

Not, unaccompanied, invest him only, Think upon what hath chanc'd ; and, at more But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine time,

On all deservers. From hence to Inverness, The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak

And bind us further to you. Our free hearts each to other.

Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd Ban. Very gladly.

for you: Macb. Till then, enough.—Come, friends. I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful

[Exeunt. The hearing of my wife with your approach ;

So, humbly take my leave. SCENE IV.–Fores. A room in the palace. Dun. My worthy Cawdor!

Macb. The prince of Cumberland !—That is a Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, DONAL

step, BAIN, Lenox, and Attendants.

On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor ? Are not

[Aside Those in commission yet return'd ?

For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ! Mal. My liege,

Let not light see my black and deep desires: They are not yet come back. But I have spoke The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, With one, that saw him die : who did report, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. That very frankly he confess'd his treasons ;

Erit. Implor'd your highness' pardon ; and set forth Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so A deep repentance : nothing in his life

valiant ; Became him like the leaving it: he died And in his commendations I am fed ; As one, that had been studied in his death, It is a banquet to me. Let us after him, To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd, Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome: As 'twere a careless trifle.

It is a peerless kinsman. [Flourish Breant.

Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, SCENE V.- Inverness. A room in Macbeth's Stop up the access and passage to remorse ; castle.

That no compunctious visitings of nature

Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a letter.

The effect and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, Lady M. They met me in the day of success ; And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring miand I have learned by the perfectest report, they nisters, hare more in them than mortal knowledge. When Wherever in your sightless substances I burned in desire to question them further, they You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick made themselves-air, into which they vanished.

night, Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came mis- And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! sives from the king, who all-hailed me Thane of That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Cawdor ; by which title, before, these weird sisters Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of dark, time, with, Hail, king that shalt be! This have To cry, Hold, hold !-Great Glamis ! worthy I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest part Cawdor! ner of greatness ; that thou mightest not lose the

Enter MACBETH. dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! and farewell.

Thy letters have transported me beyond

This ignorant present, and I feel now
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be The future in the instant.
What thou art promis'd :-Yet do I fear thy Macb. My dearest love,

Duncan comes here to-night.
It is too full o'the milk of human kindness, Lady M. And when goes hence ?
To catch the nearest way: Thou would'st be Macb. To-morrow,-as he purposes.
great ;

Lady M. O, never
Art not without ambition ; but without

Shall sun that morrow see ! The illness should attend it. What thou would'st Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men highly,

May read strange matters :--To beguile the time, That would'st thou holily; would'st not play Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, false,

Your hand, your tongue : look like the innoAnd yet would'st wrongly win : thou'dst have, cent flower, great Glamis,

But be the serpent under it. He that's coming That, which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou Must be provided for: and you shall put have it ;

This night's great business into my despatch ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do, Which shall to all our nights and days to come Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; Mach. We will speak further. And chastise with the valour of my tongue Lady M. Only look up clear; All that impedes thee from the golden round, To alter favour ever is to fear : Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem Leave all the rest to me.

[Ereunt. To have thee crown'd withal.-What is your tidings?

SCENE VI.-The same. Before the castle. Enter an Attendant.

Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending. Atten. The king comes here to-night. Lady M. Thou'rt mad to say it:

Enter Duncan, Malcolm, DONALBAIN, BanIs not thy master with him ? who, were't so,

Quo, Lenox, MacDUFF, Rosse, Angus, and Would have inform'd for preparation.

Attendants. Atten. So please you, it is true ; our thane is Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air coming :

Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
One of my fellows had the speed of him ; Unto our gentle senses.
Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more Ban. This guest of summer,
Than would make up his message.

The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, Lady M. Give him tending,

By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath He brings great news.—The raven himself is Sinells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, buttress, hoarse,

[Erit Attendant. Nor coigne of vantage, but this bird hath made That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan His pendent bed, and procreant cradle: Where Under my battlements. Corne, come, you spirits they That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here ; Most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, the air And fill me, from the crown the toe, top-full Is delicate.

That tears shall drown the wind.--I have no spur Enter Lady MACBETH.

To prick the sides of my intent, but only Dun. See, see ! our honour'd hostess! Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, The love, that follows us, sometime is our trouble, And falls on the other.—How now, what news? Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach

Enter Lady MACBETH. you, How you shall bid God yield us for your pains, Lady M. He has almost supp'd: Why have And thank us for your trouble.

you left the chamber? Lady M. All our service

Macb. Hath he ask'd for me? In every point twice done, and then done double, Lady M. Know you not, he has ? Were poor and single business, to contend Macb. We will proceed no further in this Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith business : Your majesty loads our house : For those of old, He hath honour'd me of late ; and I have bought And the late dignities heap'd up to them, Golden opinions from all sorts of people, We rest your hermits.

Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor ?

Not cast aside so soon. We cours’d him at the heels, and had a purpose Lady M. Was the hope drunk, To be his purveyor : but he rides well ; Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp

since ? him

And wakes it now, to look so green and pale To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess, At what it did so freely? From this time, We are your guest to-night.

Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard Lady M. Your servants ever

To be the same in thine own act and valour, Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in As thou art in desire ? Would'st thou have that, compt,

Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, And live a coward in thine own esteem; Still to return your own.

Letting I dare not wait upon I would,
Dun. Give me your
hand :

Like the poor cat i'the adage ?
Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, Macb. Pr’ythee, peace :
And shall continue our graces towards him. I dare do all that may become a man;
By your leave, hostess.

[Exeunt. Who dares do more, is none.

Lady M. What beast was't then, SCENE VII.— The same. A room in the castle. That made you break this enterprize to me?

When you durst do it, then you were a man; Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over the And, to be more than what you were, you would

stage, a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, and service. Then enter Macbeth.

Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: Mach. If it were done, when 'tis done, then They have made themselves, and that their fit

'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Does unmake you. I have given suck ; and know Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: With his surcease, success; that but this blow I would, while it was smiling in my face, Might be the be-all and the end-all here, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn, as you We'd jump the life to come. But, in these cases, Have done to this. We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Macb. If we should fail, Bloody instructions, which, being taught, re Lady M. We fail ! turn

But screw your courage to the sticking-place, To plague the inventor: Thiseven-handed justice And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep, Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice (Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey To our own lips. He's here in double trust : Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Will I 'with wine and wassel so convince, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, That memory, the warder of the brain, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan A limbeck only: When in swinish sleep Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been Their drenched natures lie, as in a death, So clear in his great office, that his virtues What cannot you and I perform upon Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The unguarded Duncan what not put upon The deep damnation of his taking-off:

His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Of our great quell? Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors’d Macb. Bring forth men-children only! Upon the sightless couriers of the air,

For thy undaunted metal should compose Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd,

ness now

When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy Macb. I am settled, and bend up two

Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Of his own chamber, and us'd their very daggers, Away, and mock the time with fairest show : That they have done't?

False face must hide what the false heart doth Lady M. Who dares receive it other,


[Ereunt. As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Upon his death?

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is ready,

Macb. Good repose, the while ! SCENE I.-The same. Court within the castle. Ban. Thanks, sir ; the like to you !

ĆExit Banquo. Enter Banquo and Fleance, and a Servant

Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when


drink with a torch before them. Ban. How goes the night, boy?

She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. Fle. The moon is down ; I have not heard the

[Exit Servant. clock.

Is this a dagger, which I see before me, Ban. And she goes down at twelve. The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me Fle. I take't, 'tis later, sir.

clutch thee:-
Ban. Hold, take my sword :-There's hus. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
bandry in heaven,

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too. To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but

A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, A dagger of the mind; a false creation, · And yet I would not sleep: Merciful powers ! Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ?

Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature I see thee yet, in form as palpable
Gives way to in repose !-Give me my sword ;-As this, which now I draw.

Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going ; Enter Macbeth, and a Servant with a torch.

And such an instrument I was to use. Who's there?

Mine eyes are made the fools o'the other senses, Macb. A friend.

Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, a-bed :

Which was not so before.-There's no such He hath been in unusual pleasure, and

thing: Sent forth great largess to your officers : It is the bloody business, which informs This diamond he greets your wife withal, Thus to mine eyes.—Now o'er the one half world By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse In measureless content.

The curtain'd sleep; now witchcraft celebrates Macb. Being anprepar'd,

Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, Our will became the servant to defect ;

Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Which else should free have wrought.

Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy Bar. All's well.

pace, I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters : With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his To you they have show'd some truth.

design Macb. I think not of them :

Moves like a ghost.—Thou sure and firm-set Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,

earth, Would spend it in some words upon that busi- Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for ness,

fear If you would grant the time.

The very stones prate of my where-about, Ban. At your kind'st leisure.

And take the present horror from the time, Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent – Which now suits with it.-Whiles I threat, he

when 'tis, It shall make honour for you.

Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. Ban. So I lose none,

[A bell rings. In seeking to augment it, but still keep I go, and it is done ; the bell invites me. My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear, Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell, I shall be counsell’d.

That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. [Exit.


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