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Enter Rosse.

AU. The weird sisters," hand in hand, Who comes here?

Posters of the sea and land, Mal.

The worthy thane of Rosse. Thus do go about, about ; Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, should he look,

And thrice again, to make up nine :
That seems to speak things strange.

Peace !--the charm's wound up.
God save the king !

Enter Macbeth and Banquo.
Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane ?

From File, great king, Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Where the Norweyan banners flout' the sky, Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores?-What are And fan our people cold.

these, Norway himself, with terrible numbers,

So wither'd, and so wild in their attire; Assisted by that most disloyal traitor

That look not like the inhabitants o'the earth, The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict : And yet are on't? Live you ? or are you aught Till that Bellona's bridegroom," lapp'd in proof,3 That man may question? You scem to understand Confronted him with sell-comparisons,

me, Point againt point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, By each at once her choppy finger laying Curbing his lavish spirit: And, to conclude, Upon her skinny lips :-You should be women, The victory fell on us ;

And yet your beards forbid me to interpret Den.

Great happiness! That you are so. Rosse. That now

Macb. Speak, if you can ;-What are you? Swenc, the Norways' king, craves composition; 1 Witch. Al hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane Nor would we deign him burial of his men,

of Glamis ! Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' inch,

2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

of Cawdor! Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall de- 3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king ceive

hereafter. Our bosom interest :-Go, pronounce his death, Ban. Good sir, why do you start; and seem to And with his former title greet Macbeth.

fear, Rosse. I'll see it done.

Things that do sound so fair ?-I'the name of truth, Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath Are ye fantastical, or that indeed

(Exeunt. Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner

You greet with present grace, and great prediction SCENE III. A Heath. Thunder. Enter the Of noble having, and of royal hope, three Witches.

That he seems rapt" withal; to me you speak not: 1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister ? If you can look into the seeds of time, 2 Witch. Killing swine.

And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, 3 Witch. Sister, where thou?

Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, 1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, Your favours, nor your hate. And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd :- 1 Witch. Hail! Give me, quoth I:

2 Wilch. Hail ! Aroint thee,' witch! the rump-sed ronyon cries. 3 Witch. Hail ! Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the Tiger: 1 Wilch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. But in a sjeve I'll thither sail,

2 Wilch. Not so happy, yet much happier. And, like a rat without a tail,

3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou bo I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do. 2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind.

So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo! 1 Witch. Thou art kind.

í Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail ! 3 Wilch. And I another.

Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: I Wilch. I myself have all the other;

By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis ; And the very ports they blow,

But how of Cawdor ? the thane of Cawdor lives, All the quarters that they know

A prosperous gentleman; and to be king, I'the shipman's card.

Stands not within the prospect of belief, I will drain him dry as hay:

No more than to be Cawdur. Say, from whence Sleep shall, neither night nor day,

You owe this strange intelligence? or why Hang upon his pent-house lid;

Upon this blasted heath you stop our way He shall live a man forbid :'

With such prophetic greeting ?-Speak, I charge Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine,


(Witches vanish. Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine :

Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, Though his bark cannot be lost,

And these are of them:-Whither are they vanish'a ? Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd.

Macb. Into the air ; and what seem'd corporal, Look what I have.

melted 2 Witch, Show me, show me.

As breath into the wind.—'Would they had staid ! I Wilch. Here I have a pilot's thumb,

Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak Wieck'd, as homeward he did come.


[Drum within. Or have we eaten of the insane root, 12 3 Witch. A drum, a drum;

That takes the reason prisoner ?
Macbeth doth come.

Macb. Your children shall be kings.

You shall be king, (1) Mock. (2) Shakspeare means Mars. (3) Defended by armour of proof.

(8) Prophetic sisters. (4) Araunt, begone.

9) Supernatural, spiritual. (10) Estate, (5) A scurvy woman fed on offals.

(11) Rapturously affected.
Sailor's chart,
(7) Accursed.

(12) The root which makes insane,

none :


Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so? Without my stir.
Ban. To the scll-same tune, and words. Who's


New honours come upon him here?

Like our strange garments ; cleave not to their

mould, Enter Rosse and Angus.

But with the aid of use. Rosse. The king hath happily receiv’d, Macbeth, Time and the hourø runs through the roughest dar


Come what come may; The news of thy success: and when he reads Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,

Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leie His wonders and his praises do contend, Which should be thine, or his : Silenc'd with that,

Macb. Give me your favour:'-my dull brain In viewing o'er the rest o'the self-same day,

was wrought He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,

With things forgolien. Kind gentlemen, your pains Nothing useard of what thyself dlust make,

Are register'd where every day I turn Strange innages of death. As thick as lale,'

The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the kingCame post with post; and every one did bear

| Think upon what hath chanc'd: and, at more time, Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,

The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak Anil pour'd them down before him.

Our free hearts each to other.

We are sent,

Very gladly. To give ther, from our royal master, thauks;

Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends. (Ezr. To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee. SCENE IV.--Fores. A room in the Palace. Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour,

Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Hle bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:

Lenox, und allendants.
In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!
For it is thine.

Dun. Is erecution done on Cawdor ? Are not
Ban, What, can the devil speak truc? Those in commission yet return'd ?
Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives; Why do they are not yet come back. But I have spoke

My liege, you dress me In borrow'd robes ?

With one that saw him dic: who did report, Ang.

Who was the thane, lives yet; That rery frankly he confess'd his treasons; But under heavy judgment bears that life Implor'd your highness' pardon ; and set forth Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was

A deep repentance: nothing in his lile Combin' with Norway; or did line the rebel

Became him, like the leaving it: he died With hidden help and vantage; or that with both As one that had been studied in his death, He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know noi;

To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd, 10 But treasons capital, conicss'il, and prov'd,

As 't were a careless trille. Have overthrown iniin.


There's no art, Macb.

Glamis, the thane of Cawdor: To find the mind's construction in the face : 11 The greatest is behind. - Thanks for your pains. He was a gentleman on whom I built Do you not hope your children shall be kings,

An absolute trusl.-0 worthiest cousin ! When those that gave the thane oi Cawdor to me, Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus. Promis'd no less to them? Ban.

That, trusted home, The sin ofiny ingratitude even now Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,

Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before, Besides the thanc or Cawdor. But 'lis strange: That sailiest wing of recompense is slow And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserid, The instruments of darkness tell us truths; That the proportion both of thanks and payment Win us with honest trilles, to betray us

Might have been mine! only I have left to say, In deepesi consequence':

More is the due than more than all can pay. Cousins, a word, I pray you.

Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, lcd.

Two truths are told, In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part As happy proloties to the swelling act

Is to receive our duties: and our duties Of the imperial theme.--I thank you, gentlemen.- Are to your throne and state, children, and servants; This supernatural solicitingi

Which do but what they should, by doing every Cannot be ill; cannot be good: If ill,

thing Why hath it given me earnest of success, Safe toward your love and honour. Cominencing in a truth? I am thanc or Cawdor: Dun.

Welcome hither : Il good, why do I yield to that suggestions I have begun to plant thee, and will labour Whose horrid imaye doth unfix my hair,

To make thee full of growing. 12-Noble Banquo, And make iny scaleda heart knock at my ribs, That hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known Against the use of nature? Present fears No less to have done so, let me infold thce, Are less than horrible imaginings :

And hold thee to my heart.
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Ban.

There if I gros,
Shakes so my single siate of man, that function The harvest is your own.
Iy smother'd in surmise ;' and nothing is,


My plenteous jors, But what is not.

Wanton in fulness, seck to hide themsclves Ban.

Look, how our partner's rapt. In drops of sorrow.-Sons, kinsmen, thanes, Macb. If chance will havc me king, why, chance And you whose places are the nearest, know, may crown me,

We will establish our estate upon (1) As fast as they could be counted. (2) Title. (8) Time and opportunity.

(9) Pardon. (3) Stimulate. (4) Encitement.

(10) Owned, possessed. (5) Temptation. (6) Firmly fixed.

(11) We cannot construe the disposition of the The powers of action are oppressed by con- mind by the lineaments of the face. jecture.

(12) Exuberant,

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Our eldest, Malcolm; whom to name hercaster, Aliend. So please you, it is true ; our thane lo The prince of Cumberland : which honour inust

coming : Not, unaccompanied, inveat him only,

One of my fellowe had the speed of him ;, But sign of nobleness, like stars, shall shine Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely minore On all deservers.-From hence to Inverness,

Than would make up his message. And bind us further to you.

Lady M.

Give hiin tending, Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you: He brings great news. The raven himself'is hoarse, I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful

Erit Attendant. The hearing of my wife with your approach; That croaks the fatal entrance or Duncan So, humbly take my lcave.

Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits Din.

My worthy Cawdor! That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here; Macb. The prince of Cumberland!—That is a And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-lull stcp,

Or direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, On which I must fall down, or else o'crleap, Stop up the access and passage to remorse ;'

1. Aside. That no compunctious visitings of nature For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ! Shake my sell purpose, nor keep peace between Let not light see my black and deep desires ; The effect, and it! Come to my woman's breasts, The eye wink at the hand! yet let ihat be, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Which the cye fears, when it is done, to sec. (Ex. Wherever in your sightless substances

Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant;' You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And in his commendations I am fed ;

And pallø thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! It is a banquet to me. Let us aller him,

That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Whose care is gone before to bid is welcome: Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, It is a peerless kinsman. (Flourish. Exeunt. To cry, Hold, Hold !-Great Glamis, worthy Caw

dor! SCENE V.-Inverness. A room in Macbeth's castle. Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a letter.

Enler Macbeth. Lady M. They met me in the day of success; Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! and I have learned by the perfectest report,? they Thy letters have transported me beyond have more in them than morial knowledre. When This ignorant present, io and I (cel now I burned in desire to question them further, they The future in die instant. made themselves-air, into which they vunished. Macb.

My dearest love, Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came Duncan comes here to-night. missives from the king, who all-hailed ine, Thane Laily M.

And when goes hence ! of Cawdor; by which lille, before, these weird Macb. To-morrow,-as he purposes. sisters saluled me, and referred me to the coming. Lady M.

O, never, on of time, with, Hail, king that shall be! This Shall sun that morrow see ! have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men partner of greatness ; that thou mightesi not lose May read strange matters:- To beguile the time, the uues orejoicing, by being ignorant of what Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, greatness is promised thee. Lay it lo thy hearl, Your hand, your tongue: look like ihe innocent and farewell.

flower, Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shall be

But be the serpent under it. He that's coming What thou art promis’d:-Yet do I fear thy nature; Must be provided for: and you shall put It is too full o'ihe milk of human kindness,

This night's great business into my despatch; To catch the nearest way: Thou would’st be great ; Which shall to all our nights and days to come Art not without ainbition; but without

Give solely sovereign sway and masierdom. The illness should attend it. What thou would'st

Macb. We will spcak further. highly,

Laddy 11.

Only look up clear; That would’si ihou holily; would'st not play fulse, To alter favour" ever is to fear : And yet would’st wrongly win: thou’’st have, Leave all the rest to me.

(Exeunt. great Glamis,

Before the castle, That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou SCENE VI.- The same. have it ;

Hantboys. Servants of Macbeth altending. And that which rather thou dost fear to do,

Enler Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,

Lenox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus, and allendants, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue

Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air All that impedes thee from the golden round ;*

Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem

Unto our gentle senses. to have the crown'd withal.—What is your The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,


This guest of summer, tidings ?

By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath Enter an Attendant.

Smells wooingly here; no jutty, frieze, buttress, Allend. The king comes here to-night. Nor coigne of vantage, but this bird hath made Lady M.

Thou'rt mad to say it : His pendent bed, and procreant cradle: Where they Is not thy master with him ? who, werc't so,

Most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, the air Would have inform'd for preparation.

Is delicate. (1) Full as valiant as described.

(9) Knife anciently meant a sword or dagger, (2) The best intelligence. (3) Messengers.

(10) i, e. Beyond ihe present time, which is, ac(4) Diadem. (5) Supernatural,

cording to the process of nature, ignorant of the (6) Murderous. (7) Pity.

future, Wrap as in a manila,

(11) Look, countenance. (12) Convenient corner,

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