highness To grace us with your royal company? Macb. The table's full. Len. Here's a place reserv'd, sir. Macb. Where? Len. Fye, for shame! Lady M. time, And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss ; Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Lady M. Think of this, good peers, But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other; Here, my lord. What is't that Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, thus, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow ! [Ghost disappears. Unreal mockery, hence! - Why, so ;-being gone, Pray you, sit still. Lady M. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting, And hath been from his youth: 'pray you, keep I am a man again. With most admir'd disorder. Macb. When now I think you can behold such sights, Rosse. What sights, my lord? Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse Lady M. Did you send to him, sir? All causes shall give way; I am in blood Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; Macb. Come, we'll to sleep: My strange and self-abuse Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use: - [Exeunt. SCENE V.- The Heath. Thunder. 1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate? you look Hec. Have I not reason, beldams as you are, In riddles, and affairs of death; Great business must be wrought ere noon : There hangs a vaporous drop profound; Is mortal's chiefest enemy. SONG. [Within.] Come away, come away, &c. SCENE VI. Fores. A Room in the Palace. Enter LENOX, and another Lord. Len. My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, Which can interpret further: only, I say, Was pitied of Macbeth : — marry, he was dead :- (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 fail'd His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear, Lord. Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights; Len. 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 accurs'd! Lord. My prayers with him! [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE L-A dark Cave. In the middle, a Cauldron boiling. Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 1 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. 2 Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whin'd. S Witch. Harper cries: - "Tis time, 'tis time. 1 Witch. Round about the cauldron go; In the poison'd entrails throw. Toad, that under coldest stone, Days and nights hast thirty-one Swelter'd venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i' the charmed pot! 4. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble. 2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron 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, cauldron, bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf; Witches' mummy; maw, and gulf, Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark; Root of hemlock, digg'd i' the dark; Liver of blaspheming Jew; Gall of goat, and slips of yew, Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse; Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips; Finger of birth-strangled babe, Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab : Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, For the ingredients of our cauldron. All. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble. 2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good. Enter HECATE, and the other three Witches. Hec. O, well done! I commend your pains; And every one shall share i' the gains. And now about the cauldron sing, 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, 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; Listen, but speak not. Unfix his earth-bound root? sweet bodements! good! To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and 1 Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show! 3 Witch. Show! Eight Kings appear, and pass over the Stage in Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; down! Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls:-And thy hair, eyes! Start, done: Rosse. You must have patience, madam. 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 mansion, and his titles, in a place What will the line stretch out to the crack of The most diminutive of birds, will fight, doom? Another yet? A seventh? I'll see no more: - - 1 Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so: - But why Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?. Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprights, I'll charm the air to give a sound, While you perform your antique round: Our duties did his welcome pay. [Musick. The Witches dance, and vanish. Macb. Where are they? Gone? Let this per What's your grace's will? I pray you, school yourself: But, for your hus- He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. L. Macd. Sirrah, your father's dead; L. Macd. What, with worms and flies? Son. With what I get, I mean; and so do they. L. Macd. Poor bird! thou'dst never fear the net, nor lime, I did | The pit-fall, nor the gin. The galloping of horse: Who was't came by? Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for. My father is not dead, for all your saying. I. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father? L. Macd. Every one. Son. Who must hang them? L. Maed. Why, the honest men. San. 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? Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him: if you would not, it were a good sign that I should quickly have a new father. L. Macd. Poor prattler! how thou talkest. Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you Though in your state of honour I am perfect. L. Macd. faces? Enter Murderers. What are these Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good men, Mal. What I believe, I'll wail; You may deserve of him through me; and wisdom Macd. I am not treacherous. But Macbeth is. A good and virtuous nature may recoil, Yet grace must still look so. Why in that rawness left you wife, and child, Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, Macd. I speak not as in absolute fear of you. I think, our country sinks beneath the yoke; It weeps, it bleeds: and each new day a gash Is added to her wounds: I think, withal, There would be hands uplifted in my right; And here, from gracious England, have I offer Of goodly thousands: But, for all this, When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country Shall have more vices than it had before; S. Thou ly'st, thou shag-ear'd villain. More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever, What, you egg? [Stabbing him. By him that shall succeed. Young fry of treachery? Mur. Where is your husband? L. Macd. I hope, in no place, so unsanctified, Where such as thou may'st find him. Mur. Mur. Sun. He's a traitor. He has kill'd me, mother: [Dies. [Exit Lady MACDUFF, crying murder, and pursued by the murderers. England. A Room in the King's Palace. What should he be? Macd. Macd. Not in the legions Mal. I grant him bloody, |