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Lays blame upon his promise. Pleas't your Highness
To-grace us with your royal company ?
Macb. The table's full.

(Starting Len. Here's a place reserv’d, Sir. Macb. Where?

Len. Here, my good lord.
What is’t that moves your Highness ?

Macb. Which of you have done this ?
Lords. What, my good lord ?
Macb. Thou can't not say, I did it: never shake
Thy goary locks at me.

Rose. Gentlemen, rise ; his Highness is not well.

Lady. Sit worthy friends, my lord is often thus, And hath been from his youth. Pray you, keep feat. The Fit is momentary, on a thought He will again be well. If much you note him, You shall offend him, and extend his passion; Feed, and regard him not. - Are you a man?

To Macbeth aside. Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on That, Which might appal the Devil.

Lady. O proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear; (Aside. This is the air-drawn-dagger, which, you said, Led you to Duncan. Oh, these flaws and starts (Impostors to true fear,) would well become A woman's story at a winter's fire, Anthorized by her grandam. Shame itself!Why do you make such faces ? when all's done, You look but on a stool.

Macb. Pr'ythee, see there! Behold! look! lo! how fay you?

(Pointing to the Ghost. Why, what care I? if thou can'ít nod, speak 100.If Charnel houses and our Graves must send Those, that we bury, back; our Monuments Shall be the maws of kites. [The Ghostva nishes Lady. What? quite unmann'd in folly?

Macb.

Macb. If I stand here, I saw him.-
Lady. Fie, for shame!

[time,
Mach. Blood hath been shed ere now, i'th' olden
* Ere human Statute purg'd the gen'ral weal;
Ay, and since too, Murders have been perform'd
Too terrible for th' car: 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 mortal Murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools ; this is more strange
Than fuch a murder is.

Lady. My worthy lord,
Your noble friends do lack you.

Macb. I do forget.-
Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends,
I have a strange Infirmity, which is nothing Tall!
To those that know me. Come, Love and Health to
Then I'll sit down : give me some wine, fill full-
I drink to th' 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.
Lords. Our Duties, and the Pledge,

[The Ghost rises again. Macb. Avaunt, and quit my sight! Let the earth

hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ;
Thou hast no fpeculation in those eyes,
Which thou dost glare with.

Lady. Think of this, good Peers,
But as a thing of custom; 'tis no other;
Only it fpoils the pleasure of the time.

Macb. What man dare, I dare :
Approach thou like the rugged Rusian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or Hyrcanian tyger,

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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, then protest me
The baby of a girl. Hence, terrible shadow !
Unreal mock'ry, hence! Why, so, -being gone,

(The Ghost vanishes. I am a man again : pray you fit ftill. [The Lords rise. Lady. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the

good Meeting
With most admir'd disorder. Can't such things be
And overcome us like a Summer's cloud,
Without our special wonder?

Macb. You make me strange
Ev'n to the disposition that I owe,
When now I think, you can behold such fights ;
And keep the natural Ruby of your Cheeks,
When mine is blanch'd with fear.
Roffe. What fights, my lord?

[worse;
Lady. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and
Question enrages him : at once good night.
Stand not upon the Order of your Going.
But go at once.

Len. Good night, and better health
Attend his Majesty!
Lady. Good night, to all.

Exeunt Lords. Macb. It will have blood, they say; blood will

have blood; Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; Augurs, that understood relations, have By magpies, and by choughs, and rooks brought forth The secret'st man of blood. -What is the night?

Lady. Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

Macb. How fay'st thou, that Macduff denies his perAt our great bidding ?

[fon, lady. Did you send to him, Sir?

Macb. I hear it by the way ; but I will send : There's not a Thane of them, but in his house

I keep a fervant fee'd. I will to-morrow
(Betimes I will) unto the weyward sisters :
More shall they speak; for now I'm 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.

Lady. You lack the Season of all Natures, Sleep.
Macb. Come, we'll to sleep; my strange and self-

abuse
Is the initiate fear; that wants hards use:
We're yet but young in Decd.

[Exeunt.

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S CE N E VI.

Changes to the Heath. Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting Hecate. ; Witch. HY, how now, Hecať, you look an

gerly.
Hec. Have I not reason, Beldams, as you are?
Saucy, and over bold! 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 shew the glory of our Art?
And, which is worse, all you have done
Hath been but for a weyward son;
Spightful and wrathful, who, as others dog
Loves for his own ends, not for you.
But make amends now; get you gone,
And at the pit of Acheron".
Meet me i' th’morning: thither he
Will come, to know his destiny;
Your vessels and your spells provide,

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Your Charms and every thing beside.
I am for th’ 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 vap'rous drop, profound;
I'll catch it ere it come to ground;
And that distill'd by magic flights,
Shall raise such artificial sprights,
As, by the strength of their illusion,
Shall draw him on to his confusion,
He shall fpurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear :
And you all know, Security
Is mortal's chiefeft enemy. [Music and a Song.
Hark, I am call'd; my little spirit, see,
Sits in the foggy cloud, and stays for me.
(Sing within.

Come away, come away &c, 1 Witch. Come, let's make hafte, she'll soon be back again.

[Exeunt. S CE N E VII.

Changes io a Chamber.

Enter Lenox, and another Lord. Len. Y former speeches have but hit your

thoughts, Which can interpret farther: only, I say,

[can Things have been strangely borne. The gracious DunWas pitied of Macbeth -marry, he was dead: And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late. Whom, you may say, if't please, Fleance kill'd, For Fleance fled : men must not walk too late. Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous too It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain To kill their gracious father? damned fact ! How did it grieve Macbeth? did he not straight In pious rage the two delinquents tear,

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