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Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury, That I did kill them.
Mucb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temperate, and furious,
Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man:
The expedition of my violent love
Out-ran the pauser reason.-Here lay Duncan,
His silver skin laced with his golden blood;
And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature,
For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers,
Steep'd in the colors of their trade, their daggers
Unmannerly breech'd with gore: who could refrain,
That had a heart to love, and in that heart
Courage to make his love known?
Macd. Look to the lady. Mal.
Why do we hold our tongues, That most may claim this argument for ours! Don. What should be spoken here, Where our fate, hid within an auger-hole, May rush and seize us? Let's away; our tears Are not yet brew'd.
Nor our strong sorrow on
Look to the lady:
[Laly MACBETH is carried out. And when we have our naked frailties hid, That suffer in exposure, let us meet, And question this most bloody piece of work, To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us: In the great hand of God I stand; and, thence, Against the undivulg'd pretence I fight Of treasonous malice.
To show an unfelt sorrow, is an office
Which the false man does easy: I'll to England.
Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune
Shall keep us both the safer: where we are,
There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood,
The nearer bloody.
This murderous shaft that's shot,
Hath not yet lighted; and our safest way
Is, to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse;
And let us not be dainty of leave taking,
But shift away: there's warrant in that theft,
Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left.
SCENE IV.-Without the Castle. Enter ROSSE and an Old Man. Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember well: Within the volume of which time, I have seen
Hours dreadful, and things strange; but this sore night
Hath trifled former knowings.
Thou seest the heavens, as troubled with man's act,
Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock, 'tis day,
And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp:
Is it night's predominance, or the day's shame,
That darkness does the face of earth intomb,
When living light should kiss it?
'Tis unnatural, Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at, and kill'd. Rosse. And Duncan's horses, (a thing most strange and certain,)
Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make
War with mankind.
'Tis said, they eat each other.
Rosse. They did so; to the amazement of mine
SCENE I.-Forres. A Room in the Palace.
Ban. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
As the weird woman promis'd; and, I fear
Thou play'dst most foully for't: yet it was said,
It should not stand in thy posterity;
But that myself should be the root, and father
Of many kings. If there come truth from them,
(As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine,)
Why, by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my oracles as well,
And set me up in hope? But, hush; no more.
Senet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as King; Lady
MACBETH, as Queen; LENOX, ROSSE, Lords,
Ladies, and Attendants.
Mach. Here's our chief guest.
Lady M. If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a gap in our great feast,
And all things unbecoming.
Covered with blood to their hilts i
With strange invention: But of that to-morrow;
When therewithal, we shall have cause of state,
Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: Adieu,
Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you?
Ban. Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon
Mach. I wish your horses swift and sure of foot; And so I do commend you to their backs. Farewell.
Let every man be master of his time'
Till seven at night; to make society
The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself
Till supper-time alone; while then, God be with you.
[Exeunt Lady MACBETH, Lords, Ladies, &c.
Sirrah, a word: Attend those men our pleasure?
Atten. They are, my lord, without the palace gate.
Macb. Bring them before us.-[Exit Atten.
To be thus, is nothing;
But to be safely thus:-Our fears in Banquo
Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature
Grapples you to the heart and love of us,
Who wear our health but sickly in his life,
Which in his death were perfect.
I am one, my liege,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have so incens'd that I am reckless what
I do, to spite the world.
And I another,
So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,
That I would set my life on any chance,
To mend it, or be rid on't.
Both of you
Know, Banquo was your enemy.
True, my lord.
Macb. So is he mine: and in such bloody distance,
That every minute of his being thrusts
Against my near'st of life: And though I could
With bare-faced power sweep him from my sight,
And bid my will avouch it; yet I must not,
For certain friends that are both his and mine,
Reigns that, which would be fear'd: 'Tis much he Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall
And to that dauntless temper of his mind,
He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valor
To act in safety. There is none, but he
Whose being I do fear: and under him,
My genius is rebuked; as, it is said,
Mark Antony's was by Cæsar. He chid the sisters,
When first they put the name of King upon me,
And bade them speak to him; then, prophet-like,
They hail'd him father to a line of kings:
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding. If it be so,
For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind;
For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd;
Put rancors in the vessel of my peace
Only for them; and mine eternal jewel
Given to the common enemy of man,
To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings!
Rather than so, come, fate, in the list,
And champion me to the utterance!- -Who's
Re-enter Attendant, with Two Murderers.
Now to the door, and stay there till we call.
Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
1 Mur. It was, so please your highness.
Well then, now
Have you consider'd of my speeches? Know,
That it was he, in the time past, which held you
So under fortune; which, you thought, had been
Our innocent self: this I made good to you
In our last conference; pass'd in probation2 with you,
How you were borne in hand; how cross'd; the
Who wrought with them; and all things else, that
To half a soul, and a notion craz❜d,
Say, Thus did Banquo.
You made it known to us.
Much. I did so; and went further, which is now
Our point of second meeting. Do you find
Your patience so predominant in your nature,
That you can let this go? Are you so gospell'd,
To pray for that good man, and for his issue,
Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave,
And beggar'd yours for ever?
We are men, my liege.
Mach. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;
As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels,
Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are cleped
All by the name of dogs: the valued file
Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
The house-keeper, the hunter, every one
According to the gift which bounteous nature
Hath in him clos'd; whereby he does receive
Particular addition, from the bill
That writes them all alike: And so of men.
Now, if you have a station in the file,
And not in the worst rank of manhood, say it;
And I will put that business in your bosoins,
Whose execution takes your enemy off;
Whom I myself struck down: and thence it is,
That I to your assistance do make love;
Masking the business from the common eye,
For sundry weighty reasons.
Perform what you command us.
Though our lives-
Macb. Your spirits shine through you. Within
this hour, at most,
I will advise you where to plant yourselves,
Acquaint you with the perfect spy o'the time,
The moment on't; for't must be done to-night,
And something from the palace; always thought,
That I require a clearness: And with him,
(To leave no rubs, nor botches, in the work,)
Fleance his son, that keeps his company,
Whose absence is no less material to me
Than is his father's, must embrace the fate
Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart;
I'll come to you anon.
We are resolv'd, my lord.
Macb. I'll call upon you straight; abide within.
It is concluded:- Banquo, thy soul's flight,
If it find heaven, must find it out to-night. [Exeunt.
SCENE II. Another Room.
Enter Lady MACBETH, and a Servant.
Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court!
Serv. Ay, madam, but returns again to-night.
Lady M. Say to the king, I would attend his
Madam I will.
Nought's had, all's spent.
Where our desire is got without content:
'Tis safer to be that which we destroy,
Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy.
How now, my lord? why do you keep alone,
Of sorriest fancies your companions making?
Using those thoughts, which should indeed have died
With them they think on? Things without remedy,
Should be without regard: what's done, is done.
She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice
Much. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it;
Remains in danger of her former tooth."
The frame of things disjoint, both the worldssuffer,
Ere we will eat our meals in fear, and sleep
That shake us nightly: Better be with the dead,
In the affliction of these terrible dreams,
Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless estacy. Duncan is in his grave;
After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well;
Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor roison,
Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
Can touch him further!
Must lave our honors in these flattering streams;
And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
Disguising what they are.
You must leave this.
Macb. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
Thou know'st, that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.
Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not eterne.2
Mach. There's comfort yet; they are assailable;
Then be thou jocund: Ere the bat hath flown
His cloister'd flight; ere, to black Hecate's summons,
The shard-borne beetle, with his drowsy hums,
Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done
A deed of dreadful note.
Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest
Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night,
Skarf up the tender eye of pitiful day;
And, with thy bloody and invisible hand,
Cancel, and tear to pieces, that great bond
Which keeps me pale!-Light thickens; and the crow
Makes wing to the rocky wood:
Good things of day begin to drop and drowse;
Whiles night's black agents to their prey do rouse.
Thou marvell'st at my words; but hold thee still;
Things, bad begun, make strong themselves by ill:
So, pr'ythee, go with me.
SCENE III-A Park or Lawn, with a Gate
leading to the Palace.
Enter Three Murderers.
1 Mur. But who did bid thee join with us? 3 Mur.
2 Mur. He needs not our mistrust: since he de-
Our offices, and what we have to do,
To the direction just.
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day:
Now spurs the lated travellers a pace,
To gain the timely inn; and near approaches
The subject of our watch.
Ban. [Within.] Give us a light there, ho?
Then it is he; the rest
That are within the note of expectation,
Already i'the court.
3 Mur. Almost a mile: but he does usually, So all men do, from hence to the palace gate Make it their walk.
Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;
For my heart speaks, they are welcome.
Enter First Murderer, to the door.
Macb. See, they encounter thee with their
Both sides are even: Here I'll sit i'the midst:
Be large in mirth; anon, we'll drink a measure
The table round.-There's blood upon thy face.
Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.
Mach. 'Tis better thee without, than he within.
Is he despatch'd?
Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.
Macb. Thou art the best o'the cut-throats: Yet
That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,
Thou art the nonpareil.
Most royal sir,
Macb. Then comes my fit again: I had else been
Whole as the marble, founded as the rock;
As broad, and general, as the casing air:
But now, I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?
Mur. Ay, my good lord, safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
The least a death to nature.
Thanks for that:-
There the grown serpent lies; the worm, that's fled,
Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
No teeth for the present.-Get thee gone; to-mor
Were the graced person of our Banquo present;
Who may I rather challenge for unkindness,
Than pity for mischance!
Enter BANQUO and FLEANCE, a Servant with a torch Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your
Let it come down. [Assaults BANQUO.
Ban. It will be rain to-night. 1 Mur.
Ban. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly; Thou mayst revenge. O slave!
[Dies. FLEANCE and Servant escape. 3 Mur. Who did strike out the light? 1 Mur.
Was't not the way? 3 Mur. There's but one down; the son has fled. 2 Mur. We have lost best half of our affair. 1 Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is done. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.-A Room of State in the Palace. A Banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, Lady
BETH, ROSSE, LENOX, Lords, and Attendants. Mach. You know your own degrees, sit down: at first
And last, the hearty welcome.
Here, my lord. What is't that
moves your highness?
Macb. Which of you have done this?
What, my good lord?
Macb. Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake
Thy gory locks at me.
Rosse. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well.
Lady M. Sit, worthy friends:-my lord is often
And hath been from his youth: 'pray you, keep seat;
The fit is momentary; upon a thought
He will again be well: If much you note him,
You shall offend him, and extend his passion;
MAC-Feed, and regard him not.-Are you a man?
Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
Which might appal the devil.
O proper stuff!
This is the very painting of your fear:
This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said,
Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws, and starts,
(Impostors to true fear,) would well become
A woman's story, at a winter's fire,
Authoriz'd by her grandam. Shame itself!
Why do you make such faces? When all's done,
You look but on a stool.
Thanks to your majesty.
Macb. Ourself will mingle with society,
And play the humble host.
Our hostess keeps her state; but, in best time,
We will require her welcome.
i. e. The copy, the lease, by which they hold their lives, is not eternal.
The beetle borne in the air by its shards or scaly
Macb. Pr'ythee, see there! behold! look! lo! how say you?
Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too,
If charnel-houses, and our graves, must send
Those that we bury, back, our monuments
Shall be the maws of kites. [Ghost disappears.
What! quite unmann'd in iolly?
Mach. If I stand here, I saw him.
Mucb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden
Ere human statute purged the gentle weal;
Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd
Too terrible for the ear: the times have been,
That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
And there an end: but now, they rise again,
With twenty moral murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools: This is more strange
Than such a murder is.
My worthy lord,
Your noble friends do lack you.
I do forget:-
Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends;
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
To those that know me. Come, love and health
Then I'll sit down:-Give me some wine, fill
I drink to the general joy of the whole table,
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss:
Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,
And all to all.8
Our duties, and the pledge.
Mach. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with!
I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow
(Betimes I will,) unto the weird sisters:
More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know
By the worst means, the worst: for mine own good
All causes shall give way; I am in blood
Stept in so far, that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er;
Strange things I have in head, that will to hand;
Which must be acted, ere they may be scann’d.a
Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
Mach. Come, we'll to sleep: My strange and
Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use:-
We are yet but young in deed.
SCENE V.-The Heath
Thunder. Enter HECATE, meeting the Three
1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate? you look an-
Hec. Have I not reason, beldams, as you are,
Saucy, and overbold? How did you dare
To trade and traffic with Macbeth,
In riddles and affairs of death;
And I, the mistress of your charms,
The close contriver of all harms,
Was never call'd to bear my part,
Or show the glory of our art?
And, which is worse, all you have done
Hath been but for a wayward son,
Spiteful, and wrathful; who, as others do,
Loves for his own ends, not for you.
But make amends now: Get you gone,
And at the pit of Acheron,
Meet me i'the morning; thither he
Will come to know his destiny.
Think of this, good peers, Your vessels, and your spells, provide,
But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
Macb. What man dare, I dare:
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger,
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble: Or, be alive again,
And dare me to the desert with thy sword;
If trembling I inhibit thee, protest me
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence!-Why so;-being gone,
I am a man again.-Pray you, sit still.
Lady M. You have displaced the mirth, broke the
With most admired disorder.
Can such things be,
And overcome1 us like a summer's cloud,
Without our special wonder? You make me strange
Even to the disposition that I owe,2
When now I think you can behold such sights,
And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
When mine are blanch'd with fear.
What sights, my lord? Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse:
Question enrages him: at once, good night:-
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.
Good night, and better health
Attend his majesty!
A kind good night to all!
[Exeunt Lords and Attendants.
Macb. It will have blood; they say, blood will
Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak;
Augurs, and understood relations, have
By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought
Your charms, and every thing beside:
I am for the air: this night I'll spend
Unto a dismal-fatal end."
Great business must be wrought ere noon;
Upon the corner of the moon
There hangs a vaporous drop profound;"
I'll catch it ere it come to ground:
And that distill'd by magic slights,
Shall raise such artificial sprites,
As, by the strength of their illusion,
Shall draw him on to his confusion:
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear:
And, you all know, security
is mortal's chiefest enemy.
SONG. [Within.] Come away, come away, &c.
Hark, I am call'd: my little spirit, see,
Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. [Exit.
1 Witch. Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be
SCENE VI.-Forres. A Room in the Palace.
Enter LENOX and another Lord.
Len. My former speeches have but hit your
Which can interpret further: only, I say,
Things have been strangely borne: The gracious
Was pitied of Macbeth:-marry, he was dead:-
And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late;
Whom, you may say, if it please you, Fleance kill'd,
For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late.
Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous
It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain,
To kill their gracious father? damned fact!
How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight
In pious rage, the two delinquents tear,
That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep?
Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too;
For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive,
To hear the men deny it. So that, I say,
He has borne all things well: and I do think,
That, hath he Duncan's sons under his key,
(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
His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear,
i. e. A drop that has deep or hidden qualities.
Macduff lives in disgrace: Sir, can you tell Where he bestows himself?
The son of Duncan, From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, Lives in the English court; and is receiv'd Of the most pious Edward with such grace, That the malevolence of fortune nothing Takes from his high respect: Thither Macduff Is gone to pray the holy king, on his aid To wake Northumberland, and warlike Siward: That, by the help of these, (with Him above To ratify the work.) we may again Give to our table meat, sleep to our nights; Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives; Do faithful homage and receive free honors, All which we pine for now: And this report
Hath so exasperate the king, that he
Prepares for some attempt of war.
Sent he to Macduff?
Lord. He did: and with an absolute, Sir, not I,
The cloudy messenger turns me his back,
And hums; as who should say, You'll rue the time
That clogs me with this answer.
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 comes: That a swift blessing
May soon return to this our suffering country
Under a hand accurs'd!
My prayers with him! [Exeunt.
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. 2 Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whined. 3 Witch. Harper cries:-'Tis time, 'tis time.
1 Wilch. 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!
All. 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.
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 lodg'd and trees blown down;
Though castles topple1 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.
Thunder. An Apparition of a Child crowned, with a tree in his hand, rises.
That rises like the issue of a king;
Macb. How now, you secret, black, and midnight And wears upon his baby brow the round hags?
Honors freely bestowed. Ravenous.
2 Seeds which have begun to sprout.
Touched on a passion as a harper touches a string.