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And push us from our stools. This is more strange
Than such a murder is.
Lady M.

My worthy lord,
Your noble friends do lack you.
Macb.

I do forget.-
Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends;
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
To those that know me. Come, love and health to all;
Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine; fill full: .
I drink to the general joy of the whole table,

Ghost rises.
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss ;

'Would he were here! To all, and him, we thirst, • And all to all.

Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.
Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth hido

thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with !
Lady M.

Think of this, good peers,
But as a thing of custom. 'Tis no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

Macb. What man dare, I dare:
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The armed rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger,
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble. Or, be alive again,
And dare me to the desert with thy sword:
If trembling I inhabit then, protest me
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!

[Ghost disappears.
Unreal mockery, hence! — Why, so; — being gone,
I am a man again.—'Pray you, sit still.
Lady M. You have displaced the mirth, broke the good

meeting,
With most admired disorder.
Macb.

Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
Without our special wonder? You make me strange
Even to the disposition that I owe,
When now I think you can behold such sights,
And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
When mine are blanched with fear.
Rosse.

What sights, my lord ? Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and

worse;
Question enrages him. At once, good night.-
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But ge at once.

Len. Good night, and better health
Attend his majesty!
Lady M. A kind good night to all!

- [Exeunt Lords and Attendants.
Macb. It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood;
Stones have been known to movc, and trees to speak;
Augures and understood relations have,
By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth
The secret'st man of blood.—What is the night?

Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, which is which. Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person, At our great bidding ? Lady. M.

Did you send to him, sir ? Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will send : There's not a one of them, but in his house I keep a servant feed. I will, to-morrot, (And betimes I will,) to the weird sisters. More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good, All causes shall give way: I am in blood Stepped in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; Which must be acted, ere they may be scanned.

Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

Macb. Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self abuse Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use.— We are yet but young in deed.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V. The Heath. Thunder,

Enter Hecate, meeting the three Witches. 1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate? you look angerly.

Hec. Have I not reason, beldames, as you are,
Saucy, and overbold? How did you dare
To trade and traffic with Macbeth,
In riddles and affairs of death;
And I, the mistress of your charms,
The close contriver of all harms,
Was never called to bear my part,

Or show the glory of our art?
And, which is worse, all you have done
Hath been but for a wayward son,
Spiteful, and wrathful; who, as others do,
Loves for his own ends, not for you.
But make amends now. Get you gone,
And at the pit of Acheron
Meet me i'the morning; thither he
Will come to know his destiny.
Your vessels, and your spells, provide,
Your charms and every thing beside ;
I am for the air ; this night I'll spend
Unto a dismal and a fatal end.
Great business must be wrought ere noon:
Upon the corner of the moon
There hangs a vaporous drop profound;
I'll catch it ere it come to ground:
And that, distilled by magic sleights,
Shall raise such artificial sprights,
As, by the strength of their illusion,
Shall draw him on to his confusion.
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear:
And you all know, security
Is mortal's chiefest enemy.

Song. [Within.] Come away, come away, &c .
Hark, I am called; my little spirit, see,
Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.

[ Exit. 1 Witch. Come, let's make haste; she'll soon b e

again.

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xeunt.

e gracious Duncan

SCENE VI. Fores. A Room in the Palace.

Enter LENOX and another Lord.
Len. My former speeches have but hit your though
Which can interpret further : only, I say,
Things have been strangely borne. The gracious D u
Was pitied of Macbeth: — marry, he was dead.
And the right-valiant Banquo walked too late;
Whom you may say, if it please you, Fleance kil1
For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late.
Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous
It was for Malcolm and Donalbain,
To kill their gracious father? Damned fact !
How it did grieve Macbeth! Did he not straight,

In pious rage, the two delinquents tear,
That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep?
Was not that nobly done ? Ay, and wisely too;
For, 'twould have angered any heart alive,
To hear the men deny it. So that, I say,
He has borne all things well; and I do think,
That, had he Duncan's sons under his key,
(As, an't please Heaven, he shall not,) they should find
What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance.
But peace !—for from broad words, and 'cause he failed
His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear,
Macduff lives in disgrace. Sir, can you tell
Where he bestows himself.
Lord.

The son of Duncan,
From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth,
Lives in the English court; and is received
Of the most pious Edward with such grace,
That the malevolence of fortune nothing
Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduff
Is gone to pray the holy king, upon his aid
To wake Northumberland, and warlike Siward;
That, by the help of these, (with Him above
To ratify the work,) we may again
Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights;
Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives;
Do faithful homage, and receive free honors,
All which we pine for now. And this report
Hath so exasperate the king, that he
Prepares for some attempt of war.
Len.

Sent he to Macduff ?
Lord. He did; and with an absolute, Sir, not I,
The cloudy messenger turns me his back,
And hums; as who should say, You'll rue the time
That clogs me with this answer.
Len.

And that well might Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel Fly to the court of England, and unfold His message ere he come; that a swift blessing May soon return to this our suffering country Under a hand accursed !

Lord. I'll send my prayers with him! [Exeunt. ACT IV.

SCENE I. A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron,

boiling. Thunder.

Enter the three Witches.
1 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed.
2 Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whined.
3 Witch. Harper cries :- 'Tis time, 'tis time.
1 Witch. Round about the caldron go;

In the poisoned entrails throw.
Toad, that under coldest stone,
Days and nights hast thirty-one
Sweltered venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!

All. Double, double toil and trouble ;
Fire, burn; and, caldron, bubble.

2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron 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, caldron, bubble.

3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf;
Witch's mummy; maw and gulf
Of the ravined salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock, digged i'the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat; and slips of yew,
Slivered in the moon's eclipse ;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe,
Ditch-delivered by a drab,-
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chawdron,
For the ingredients of our caldron.

All. Double, double toil and trouble,
Fire, burn; and, caldron, bubble.

2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood,
I'hen the charm is firm and good.

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