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Enter HECATE and the other three Witches.
Hec. O, well done! I commend your pains;
Red spirits and gray ;
You that mingle may.
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 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 Of nature's germins tumble all together, Even till destruction sicken, answer me To what I ask you. 1 Witch.
Speak. 2 Witch.
Demand 3 Witch.
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
Come, high, or low;
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.
App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff; Beware the thane of Fife.- Dismiss me.- Enough.
[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.
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?
in his Hand, rises.
Listen, but speak not to't.
That will never be;
Seek to know no more.
[Hautboys. 1 Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show! 3 Witch. Show!
AU. 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.
1 Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so.—But why
[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!
What's your grace's will ?
No, my lord.
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,
Fled to England ? Len. Ay, my good lord.
Macb. I'ime, 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: This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool. But no more sights!—Where are these gentlemen ? Come, bring me where they are.
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, Our fears do make us traitors. Rosse.
You know not, Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear.
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; He wants the natural touch :- for the poor wren, The most diminutive of birds, will fight, Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. All is the fear, and nothing is the love; As little is the wisdom, where the flight So runs against all reason. R088e.
My dearest coz , I pray you, .school yourself: but, for your husband, 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;
L. Macd. Fathered he is, and yet he's fatherless.
Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort. I take my leave at once.
[Exit RossE. L. Macd.
Sirrah, your father's dead; And what will you do now? How will you live?
Son. As birds do, mother.
What, with worms and flies ?
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. Every one that does so, is a traitor, and must be hanged.
Son. And must they all be hanged, that swear 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?