Enter HECATE and the other three Witches. Hec. 0, well done! I commend your pains; SONG. Black spirits and white, You that mingle may. 2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs, Enter МАСВЕТН. Macb. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags? What is't you do? All. A deed without a name. Macb. I conjure you, by that which you profess, Confound and swallow navigation up; Though bladed corn be lodged, and trees blown down; Though castles totter on their warders' heads; Though palaces, and pyramids, do slope Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure Even till destruction sicken,- answer me 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'? Macb. Call them; let me see them. 1 Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten Her nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten Into the flame. All. Come, high, or low; Thyself and office deftly show. Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head rises. Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power,1 Witch. He knows thy thought; Hear his speech, but say thou nought. [Descends. Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks; Thou hast harped my fear aright.-But one word more ;1 Witch. He will not be commanded. Here's another, More potent than the first. Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises. App. 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, And take a bond of fate. Thou shalt not live, That I may tell pale-hearted fear, it lies, And sleep in spite of thunder.- What is this, 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 And top of sovereignty. All. Listen, but speak not to't. App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill Macb. That will never be; Who can impress the forest; bid the tree [Descends Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodemen's! good! All. Seek to know no more. [Hautboys. 1 Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show! 3 Witch. Show! All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like shadows, so depart. Eight kings appear, and pass over the stage in order; the last with a glass in his hand; BANQUO following. Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; down! Why do you show me this?-A fourth?-Start, eyes! [Music. The Witches dance, and vanish. Macb. Where are they? Gone?-Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar! Come in, without there! No, indeed, my lord. Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride; And damned all those that trust them!-I did hear Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word, Macduff is fled to England. Macb. Len. Ay, my good lord. Fled to England? Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits : The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it. From this moment The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done. The castle of Macduff I will surprise; Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' the sword His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool: But no more sights!-Where are these gentlemen? [Exeunt. SCENE II. Fife. A Room in Macduff's Castle. Enter LADY MACDUFF, her Son, and RossE. L. Macd. What had he done, to make him fly the land? Rosse. You must have patience, madam. L. Macd. He had none; His flight was madness. When our actions do not, You know not, Rosse. L. Macd. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes, His mansion, and his titles, in a place From whence himself does fly? He loves us not; The most diminutive of birds, will fight, Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. So runs against all reason. My dearest coz, Rosse. He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows The fits o' the season. I dare not speak much further: But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumor From what we fear, yet know not what we fear; Each way, and move.-I take my leave of you: Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward L. Macd. Fathered he is, and yet he's fatherless. [Exit ROSSE. Sirrah, your father's dead; L. Macd. L. Macd. What, with worms and flies? Son. With what I get, I mean; and so do they. lime, The pit-fall, nor the gin. 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? Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband? L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at any market. Son. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again. L. Macd. Thou speak'st with all thy wit; and yet i' faith, With wit enough for thee. Son. Was my father a traitor, mother? L. Macd. Ay, that he was. Son. What is a traitor? L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies. Son. And be all traitors, that do so? L. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor, and must be hanged. Son. And must they all be hanged, that swear and lie? L. Macd. Every one. Son. Who must hang them? L. Macd. Why, the honest men. 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? |