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ACT IV.

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SCENE I. - - A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caul- Macb. I cónjure you, by that which you profess, dron boiling. Thunder.

(Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me :

Though you untie the winds, and let them fight Enter the three Witches.

Against the churches, though the yesty waves 1 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hat mewood.

Confound and swallow navigation up; 2 Mitch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whin'd. Though bladed corn be lodg’d, and trees blown 3 Witch. Harper cries : - 'Tis time, 'tis time.

down; 1 Witch. Round about the cauldron go;

Though castles topple on their warders' heads ; In the poison'd entrails throw.

Though palaces, and pyramids, do slope Toad, that under coldest stone,

Their heads to their foundations; though the treaDays and nights hast thirty-one Swelter'd venom sleeping got,

Of nature's gerruins tumble all together, Boil thou first i’ the charined pot !

Even till destruction sicken, answer me All. Double, double toil and trouble ;

To what I ask you. Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.

1 Witch. Speak. 2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake,

2 Witch.

Demand. In the cauldron boil and bake :

3 Witch.

We'll answer. Eye of newt, and toe of frog,

1 Witch. Say, if thou’dst rather hear it from our Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,

mouths, Adder's fork, and blind.worm's sting,

Or from our masters'? Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,

Macb.

Call them, let me see them. For a charm of powerful trouble ;

1 Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Her nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten All. Double, double toil and trouble ;

From the murderer's gibbet throw Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.

Into the flame. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf ;

AU.

Come, high, or low ; Witches' mummy; maw,

and gulf,

Thyself, and office, deftly show. b
Of the ravip'd salt-sea shark ;
Root of hemlock, digg’d i' the dark ;

Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head rises. Liver of blaspheming Jew;

Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power, Gall of goat, and slips of yew,

1 Witch.

He knows thy thouglit; Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse ;

Hear his speech, but say thou nought. Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips ;

Amp. Macbeth! Macbeth ! Macbeth! beware Finger of birth-strangled babe,

Macduff; Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,

Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me, Make the gruel thick and slab: 6

Enough.

[Descends. Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,

Macb. Whate'er thou art. for thy good caution, For the ingredients of our cauldron.

thanks ; All. Double, double toil and trouble ;

Thou hast harp'd my fear aright: - But one word Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble. 2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood,

1 Witch. He will not be commanded : Ilere's Then the charm is firm and good.

another, Enter HECATE, and the other three Witches.

More potent than the first. Hec. O, well done! I commend your pains ; Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises. And every one shall share i' the gains.

App. And now about the cauldron sing,

Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!

Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee. Like elves and fairies in a ring,

App. Enchanting all that you put in.

Be bloody, bold, And resolute ; laugh to scorn the power of man,

For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth. SONG.

[Descends. Black spirits and white

Macb. Then live, Macduff; What need I fear Red spirits and grey ;

of thee?
Mingle, mingle, mingle,

But yet I'll make assurance double sure,
You that mingle may.

And take a bond of fate : thou shalt not live; 2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs,

That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, Something wicked this way comes :

And sleep in spite of thunder. What is this, Open, locks, whoever knocks.

Thunder. An Apparition of a Child crowned, with Enter MACBETH.

a Tree in his Hand, rises. Vacb. Ilow now, you secret, black, and mid- That rises like the issue of a king ; night hags?

And wears upon his baby brow the round What is't you do?

And top of sovereignty? sl. A deed without a name.

Listen, but speak not.

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App. Be lion-mettled, proud ; and take no care Macb.

Fled to England ?
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are : Len. Ay, my good lord.
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until

Macb. l'ime, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits :
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill The flighty purpose never is o’ertook,
Shall come against him.

(Descends. Unless the deed go with it: From this moment, Macb.

That will never be; The very firstlings of my heart shall be Who can impress the forest ; bid the tree

The firstlings of my

hand. And even now,
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

done :
Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth The castle of Macduff I will surprise ;
Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o’the sword
To time, and mortal custom. - Yet my heart His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls
Throbs to know one thing ; Tell me, (if your art That trace his line. No boasting like a fuol ;
Can tell so much,) shall Banquo's issue ever

This deed l’il do, before this purpose cool:
Reign in this kingdom?

But no more sights ! — Where are these gentlemen ?
All.
Seek to know no more. Come, bring me where they are.

(Exeunt
Macb. I will be satisfied : deny me this,
And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know :- SCENE II. - Fife. A Room in Macduff's
Why sinks that cauldron! and what noise is this?

Castle.

[Hautboys. 1 Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show! 3 Witch. Show!

Enter Lady Macduff, her Son, and Rosse. All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart ;

Lady Macd. What had he done, to make him fly Come like shadows, so depart.

the land ?

Rosse. You must have patience, madam. Eight kings appear, anıl pass over the Stage in

L. Macd.

He had none : order ; the last with a Glass in his Hanul ; BANQUO

Ilis fight was madness. When our actions do not, following:

Our fears do make us traitors. acb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo;

Rosse.

You know not, down! 1..!!

Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear. Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls:- And thy hair,

L. Jacid. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first :

his babes, A third is like the former :- Filthy hags!

His mansion, and his titles, in a place Why do you show me this? - A fourth? - Start, From whence himself does fly? He loves us not; eyes !

He wants the natural touch : for the poor wren, What! will the line stretch out to the crack of The most diminutive of birds, will fight, doom?

Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. Another yet? A seventh ? - I'll see no more :

All is the fear, and nothing is the love; And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass,

As little is the wisdom, where the flight Which shows me many more ; and some I see,

So runs against all reason. 'That two-fold balls and treble scepters carry :

Rosse.

My dearest coz, Horrible sight! — Ay, now, I see, 'tis true;

I pray you, school yourself: But, for your huse For the blood-bolted Barquo smiles upon me,

band, And points at them for his. - What, is this so? He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows I l'itch. Ay, sir, all this is so :

- But why

The fits o'the season. I dare not speak much further: Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?

But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprights,

And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumo:!r And show the best of our delights ;

From what we fear; yet know not what we fiar; I'll charın the air to give a sound,

But float upon a wild and violent sea, While you perform your antique round:

Each way, and move. - I take my leave of you : That this great king may kindly say,

Shall not be long but I'll be here again : Our duties did his welcome pay.

Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward [Musick. The Witches dance, and vanish. To what they were before. - My pretty cousin, Macó. Where are they? Gone ? - Let this per- Blessing upon you ! nicious hour

L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless. Stand aye accursed in the calendar ! –

Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer,
Come in, without there!

It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort :
I take my leave at once.

[Erit Rosse.
Enter Lenox.

L. Macd. Sirrah, your father's dead; Len.

What's your grace's will ? And what will you do now? How will you live? Macb. Saw you the weird sisters ?

Son. As birds do, mother. Len.

L. Macd.

What, with worms and fies? Macb. Came they not by you?

Son. With what I get, I mean; and so do they. Len.

No, indeed, my lord. L. Macd. Poor bird! thou’dst never fear the net, Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride ;

1 nor lime, And dain'd, all those that trust them! I did The pit-fall, nor the gin. hear

Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they The galloping of horse: Who was't came by?

are not set for. Len. "Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you My father is not dead, for all your saying. word,

L. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for Macduff' is fled to England,

a father?

my lord.

Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband ? Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good men, L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at any

Bestride our down-fall’n birtlıdom : Each new morn, market.

New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows Son. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.

Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds L. Maci. Thou speak'st with all thy wit; and As if it felt with Scotland, and yell’d out yet i'faith,

Like syllable of dolour. With wit enough for thee.

Mal.

What I believe, I'll wail; Son. Was my father a traitor, mother?

What know, believe ; and, what I can redress, L. Macd. Ay, that he was.

As I shall find the time to friend, I will. Son. What is a traitor ?

What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance. L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies. This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, Son. And be all traitors that do so ?

Was once thought honest ; you have lov'd him well; 1. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor, He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young, but and must be hanged.

something Son. And must they all be hanged that swear and You may deserve of him through me; and wisdom lie?

To ofler up a weak, poor innocent lamb, L. Macd. Every one.

To appease an angry God. Son. Who must hang them?

Macd. I am not treacherous. L. Macd. Why, the honest men.

Mal.

But Macbeth is. Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools : for A good and virtuous nature may recoil, there are liars and swearers enough to beat the In an imperial charge. But 'crave your pardon ; honest men, and hang up them.

That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose : L. Macd. Now God help thee, poor monkey! Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell : But how wilt thou do for a father?

Though all things foul would wear the brows of Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him : if

grace, you would not, it were a good sign that I should Yet grace must still look so. quickly have a new father.

Macd.

I have lost my hopes. L. Macd. Poor prattler ! how thou talkest. Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did find my

doubts. Enter a Messenger.

Why in that rawness left you wife, and child, Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you (Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,) known,

Without leave-taking? – I pray you, Though in your state of honour I am perfect. Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, I doubt, some danger dues approach you nearly.

But mine own safeties :- You

may

be rightly just, If you will take a homely man's advice,

Whatever I shall think. Be not found here ; hence, with your little ones. Macd.

Bleed, bleed, poor country! To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage ; Great tyranny, lay thou thy hasis sure, 'To do worse to you, were fell cruelty,

For goodness dares not check thee! wear thou thg Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you!

wrongs, I dare abide no longer.

[Erit Messenger. | Thy title is affeer'd. Fare thee well, lord : L. Macd.

Whither should I fly? I would not be the villain that thou think'st I have done no harm. But I remember now For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp, I am in this earthly world ; where, to do harm, And the rich East to boot. non Is often laudable ; to do good, sometime,

Mal.

Be not offended. Accounted dangerous folly: Why then, alas ! I speak not as in absolute fear of you. Do I put up that womanly defence,

I think, our country sinks beneath the yoke ; To say, I have done no harm ? What are these It weeps, it bleeds : and each new day a gash faces ?

Is added to her wounds: I think, withal,

There would be hands uplifted in my right;
Enter Murderers.

And here, from gracious England, have I offer Alur. Where is your husband ?

Of goodly thousands : But, for all this,
L. Mace. I hope, in no place, so unsanctified, When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head,
Where such as thou may'st find him.

Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country Mur.

He's a traitor. Shall have more vices than it had before ; Son. Thou ly'st, thou shag-hair'd villain. More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever, Mur. 3

What, you egg? (Slabbing him. By him that shall succeed. Young fry of treachery?

Macd.

What should he be. Son.

He has killa

me, mother: Mal. It is myself I mean: in whom I know I pray you.

[Dies. All the particulars of vice so grafted, ! (Erit Lady Macduff, crying murder, That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth and pursued by the murderers. Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state

Esteen him as a lamb, being compar'd
SCENE III.

· England. A Room in the King's | With my confineless harms.
Palace.

Macd.

Not in the legiors Enter Malcolm and Macduff.

Of horrid hell, can come a devil more damnd

In evils, to top Macbeth. Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade, and

Mal.

I grant him bloody, there Veep our sad bosoms empty.

Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,

Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin Vasil.

Let us rather Tuzat has a name : But there's no bottom, none,

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Run away,

I am yet

In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daughters, | The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up For strangers to my nature.
The cistern of iny lust; and my desire

Unknown to woman; never was forsworn; y All continent impediments would o'er-bear, Scarcely have coveted what was mine own ; That did oppose my will : Better Macbeth,

At no time broke my faith ; would not betray Than such a one to reign.

The devil to his fellow; and delight Nacı.

Boundless intemperance No less in truth, than life : my first false speaking In nature is a tyranny; it hath been

Was this upon iyself': What I am truly, The untimely emptying of the happy throne, Is thine, and my poor country's, to command. And fall of many kings. But fear not yet

Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach, To take upon you what is yours: you may

Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men, Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty, All ready at a point, was setting forth : And yet seem cold, the time you may so hood-wink. Now we'll together; And the chance, of goodness, We have willing dames enough; there cannot be Be like our warranted quarrel ! Why are you silent? That vulture in you, to devour so many

Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome things at As will to greatness dedicate themselves,

once, Finding it so inclin'd.

'Tis hard to reconcile.
Mal.
With this there grows,

Enter'a Doctor.
In my most ill-compos’d affection, such
A stanchless avarice, that, were I king,

Mal. Well; more anon. Comes the king forth, I should cut off the nobles for their lands;

I pray you? Desire his jewels, and this other's house :

Doct. Ay, sir : there are a crew of wretched souls, And my more-having would be as a sauce

That stay his cure : their malady convinces To make me hunger more; that I should forge The great assay of art ; but, at his touch, Quarrels unjust against the good, and loyal, Such sanctity hath heaven given in his hand, Destroying them for wealth.

They presently amend. Macd.

This avarice

Mal.

I thank you, doctor. Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root

[Erit Doctor. Than summer-seeding lust; and it hath been

Macd. What's the disease he means ? The sword of our slain kings : Yet do not fear; Mal.

'Tis call'd the evil Scotland hath foysons to fill up your will,

A most miraculous work in this good king : Of your mere own: All these are portable, Which often, since my here-remain in England, With other graces weigh’d.

I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven, Mal. But I have none : The king-becoming Himself best knows : but strangely-visited people, graces,

All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, As justice, verity, temperance, stableness,

The mere despair of surgery, he cures; Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,

Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,

Put on with holy prayers : and 'tis spoken, I have no relish of them ; but abound

To the succeeding royalty he leaves In the division of each several crime,

The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I shwuld He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy; Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,

And sundry blessings hang about his throne, Uproar the universal peace, confound

That speak him full of grace. All unity on earth.

Macd.

See, who comes here? Macd. O Scotland! Scotland !

Mal. My countryman ; but yet I know him not. Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak :

Enter Rosse.
I am as I have spoken.
Macd.
Fit to govern!

Macd. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. No, not to live. - O nation miserable,

Mal. I know him now : Good God, betimes reWith an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter’d, When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again? The means that make us strangers ! Since that the truest issue of thy throne

Rosse.

Sir, Amen. By his own interdiction stands accurs’d,

Macd. Stands Scotland where it did ? And does blaspheme his breed ? Thy royal father Rosse:

Alas, poor country; Was a most sainted king: the queen, that bore thee, Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot Oft'ner upon her knees than on her feet,

Be call’d our mother, but our grave: where nothing, Died every day she lived. Fare thee well!

But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile; These evils, thou repeat'st upon thyself,

Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks that rent the Have banish'd me from Scotland. - O, my breast,

air, Thy hope ends here!

Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow secms Mal.

Maciuff, this noble passion, A modern ecstacy ; the dead man's knell Child of integrity, hath from my soul

Is there scarce ask 'l, for who; and good men's lives Wip'd the black scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts Expire before the flowers in their caps, To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macleth Dying, or ere they sicken. By many of these trains hath sought to win me Macd.

(), relation, Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me Too nice, and yet too true! From over-credulous haste : But God above

Mal.

What is the newest grief? Deal between thee and me! for even now

Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the I put myself to thy direction, and

speaker; Unspeak mine own detraction ; here abjure

Lach minute teems a new one.

move

Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech ; How

goes it ?

Macd.

How does my wife ? | What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Rosse. Why, well.

Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not speak, Macd.

And all my children? Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.
Rosse.

Well too. Macd. My children too?
Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their Rosse.

Wife, children, servants, all peace?

That could be found.
Rosse. No; they were well at peace, when I did Macd.

And I must be from thence! leave them.

My wife kill'd too?
Rosse.

I have said.
Mal.

Be comforted : Rosse. When I came bither to transport the Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, tidings,

To cure this deadly grief.
Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour Macd. He has no children.

· All my pretty Of many worthy fellows that were out ;

ones?
Which was to my belief witness'd the rather, Did you say, all ? — O, hell-kite ! - All?
For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot :

What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam,
Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland At one fell swoop ?
Would create soldiers, make our women fight

Mal. Dispute it like a man. 2 To doff their dire distresses.

Macd.

I shall do so ; Mal.

Be it their comfort, But I must also feel it as a man : We are coming thither : gracious England hath I cannot but remember such things were, Lent us good Siward, and ten thousand men ; That were most precious to me. Did heaven look An older, and a better soldier, none

on, That Christendom gives out.

And would not take their part ? Sinful Macduff, Rosse.

'Would I could answer They were all struck for thee! naught that I am, This comfort with the like! But I have words, Not for their own demerits, but for mine, That would be howl'd out in the desert air,

Fell slaughter on their souls : Heaven rest them Where hearing should not latch them.

now! Macd.

• What concern they? Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword : let The general cause ? or is it a fee-grief,

grief Due to some single breast ?

Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. Rosse.

No mind, that's honest, Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine But in it shares some woe; though the main part

4 eyes, Pertains to you alone.

And braggart with my tongue !

But gentle
Macd.
If it be mine,

heaven,
Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. Cut short all intermission ; front to front,
Russe. Let not your ears despise my tongue for Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself;
ever,

Within my sword's length set him ; if he 'scape, Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound, Heaven forgive him too! That ever yet they heard.

Mal.

This tune goes manly Macd.

Humph! I guess at it. Come, go we to the king; our power is ready Rosse. Your castle is surpriz'd; your wife, and Our lack is nothing but our leave : Macbeth babes,

Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner,

Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer,

may; To add the death of you.

(The night is long, that never finds the day.
Mal.
Merciful heaven!

(Exeunt.

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ACT V.

walking and other actual performances, wbal, at SCENE I. Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle.

any time, have you heard her say? Enter a Doctor of Physick, and a waiting

Gent. That, sir, which I will not report after her. Gentlewoman.

Doct. You may, to me; and 'tis most meet you

should. Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but Gent. Neither to you, nor any one; having no can perceive no truth in your report. When was it witness to confirm my speech. she last walked ?

Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I Enter Lady MACBETH, with a taper. have seen her rise from her bed, throw her night- Lo you, here she comes ! This is her very guise ; gown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her: stand fold it, write upon it, read it, afterwards seal it, close. and again return to bed; yet all this while in a Doct. How came she by that light? most fast sleep. So

Gent. Why, it stood by her : she has light by Doct. A great perturbation in nature ! to receive her continually; 'tis her cominand. at once the benefic of sleep, and do the effects of Doct. You see, her eyes are open. vatching. - In this slumbry agitation, besides her Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut.

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