ACT IV. SCENE I.—A dark Cave. In the middle, a Cauldron boiling. Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 1 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. In the poison'd entrails throw. Boil thou first i' the charmed pot! 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf; 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, An Apparition of a bloody Child rises. 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? But yet I'll make assurance double sure, Thunder. An Apparition of a Child crowned, with a Tree in his Hand, rises. That rises like the issue of a king; All. Listen, but speak not. App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are: Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill Shall come against him. Macb. Who can impress the forest; bid the tree [Descends. That will never be; Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits : The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it: From this moment, Unfix his earth-bound root? sweet bodements! good! To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth All. Seek to know no more. Mach. I will be satisfied: deny me this, And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know :-Why sinks that cauldron! and what noise is this? [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! Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls:-And thy hair, : What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? 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 Rosse. My dearest coz, I pray you, school yourself: But, for your husband, 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; And what will you do now? How will you live? Son. As birds do, mother. 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, 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? I. Macd. Ay, that he was. Son. What is a traitor? L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies. 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? : 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 known, Though in your state of honour I am perfect. L. Macd. faces? Enter Murderers. Mur. Where is your husband? What are these L. Macd. I hope, in no place, so unsanctified, Where such as thou may'st find him. He's a traitor. Mur. Son. Thou ly'st, thou shag-hair'd villain. Mur. What, you egg? [Stabbing him. Young fry of treachery? Son. He has kill'd me, mother: Run away, I pray you. [Dies. [Exit Lady MACDUFF, crying murder, and pursued by the murderers. Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good men, Mal. You may deserve of him through me; and wisdom Macd. I am not treacherous. But Macbeth is. I speak not as in absolute fear of you. Mal. It is myself I mean: in whom I know All the particulars of vice so grafted, That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state Esteem him as a lamb, being compar'd | With my confineless harms. Macd. Not in the legions Of horrid hell, can come a devil more damn d In evils, to top Macbeth. Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak: I am as I have spoken. Macd. No, not to live. Fit to govern! O nation miserable, With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd, When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again? Since that the truest issue of thy throne By his own interdiction stands accurs'd, And does blaspheme his breed? - Thy royal father Was a most sainted king: the queen, that bore thee, Oft'ner upon her knees than on her feet, Died every day she lived. Fare thee well! These evils, thou repeat'st upon thyself, Have banish'd me from Scotland. - O, my breast, Thy hope ends here! Mal. Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, hath from my soul Wip'd the black scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth By many of these trains hath sought to win me Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me From over-credulous haste: But God above Deal between thee and me! for even now I put myself to thy direction, and Unspeak mine own detraction; here abjure The taints and blames I laid upon myself, No less in truth, than life: my first false speaking Mal. I thank you, doctor. Macd. What's the disease he means? The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, And sundry blessings hang about his throne, Macd. See, who comes here? Mal. My countryman; but yet I know him not. Macd. Rosse. Why, well. Macd. Rosse. How does my wife? | What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief, that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Macd. My children too? And all my children? Well too. Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? Rosse. No; they were well at peace, when I did leave them. Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech; How goes it? Rosse. When I came hither to transport the tidings, Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour Enter a Doctor of Physick, and a waiting Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive no truth in your report. When was it she last walked? Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her nightgown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon it, read it, afterwards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep.n Doct. A great perturbation in nature! to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching. In this slumbry agitation, besides her walking and other actual performances, what, at any time, have you heard her say? Gent. That, sir, which I will not report after her. Doct. You may, to me; and 'tis most, meet you should. Gent. Neither to you, nor any one; having no witness to confirm my speech. Enter Lady MACBETH, with a taper. Lo you, here she comes! This and, upon my life, fast asleep. close. her very guise; Observe her: stand |