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That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep?
Was not that nobly done? ay, wisely too;
For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive
To hear the men deny't. So that, I say,
He has borne all things well; and I do think,
That had he Duncan's fons under his key,
(As, an't please heav'n, he shall not ;) they should find
What t'were 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,
Macduff lives in disgrace. Sir, can you tell
Where he bestows himself?

Lord. 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 King upon 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 tables meat, sleep to our nights ;
Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives;
Do faithful homage, and receive free honours,
All which we pine for now.

And this report Hath so exaspirated their King, that he Prepares for some attempt of War.

Len. 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.

Len. And that well might
Advise him to a care 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. I'll send my pray’rs with him. [Exeunti

A CT IV.

SCENE I.

I

ITCH.

A dark Cave; in the middle, a great Cauldron burning.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.

W
HRICE the brinded cat hath mew'd.

2 Witch. Twice, and once the hedge-pig whin'd. 3 Witch. Harper cries, 'tis time, 'tis time.

i Witch. Round about the cauldron go, In the poison's entrails throw.

(They march round the cauldron, and throw in the
several ingredients as for the preparation of their

Charm.
Toad, that under the cold stone,
Days and nights has, thirty one,
Swelter'd venom sleeping got;
Boil thou firft i'th' charmed pot.

All. Double, double, toil and trouble ;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

1 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 fting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing :
For a Charm of pow'rful trouble,
Like a hell-broth, boil and bubble.

All. Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire bum, and cauldron bubble.

3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches' mummy; maw, and gulf

Of

Of the ravening falt sea-shark;
Root of hemloc, digg'd i'th' dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew:
Gall of goat, and lips of yew,-
Silver'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 flab.
Add thereto a tyger's chawdron,
For th' ingredients of our cauldron.

All. Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

? Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the Charm is firm and good.

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Enter Hecate, and other three Witches.
Hec. Oh! well done! I commend your pains,
And every one shall share i'th' gains.
And now about the cauldron sing,
Like elves and fairies in a ring,
Inchanting all that you put in.

Music and a Song.
Black spirits and white,

Blue spirits and grey,
Mingle, mingle, mingle,

You that mingle may.
2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs ·
Something wicked this way comes ;
Open locks, whoever knocks.

S C E N E II.

Enter Macbeth.
Macb. JOW now, you secret, black, and mid:

night hags?
What is't you do?

All.

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All. A deed without a name.

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 yefty waves
Confound and swallow Navigation up;
Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown down,
Though castles topple on their warders' heads;
Though places and pyramids do sope
Their heads to their foundation; though the treasure
Of Nature's Germins tumble all together,
Even uill destruction ficken : answer me
To what I ask you.

1 Witch. Speak.
2 Witch. Demand
3 Witch. We'll answer.

mouths, i Witch. Say, if th' hadft rather hear it from our Or from our masters ?

Macb. Call 'em : let me fee 'em.

i Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten
Her nine farrow: grease, that's sweaten
From the murd'rer's gibbet, throw
Into the flame :

All. Come high or low:
Thyself and office defily show.

(Thunder. Apparition of an arnied head arises. Macb. Tell me, thou unknown Power

i Witch. He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff ! Beware the Thane of Fife -dismiss me

- dismiss me enough.

[Defcends. Macb. What-e'er thou art, for thy good Caution,

thanks. Thou'st harp'd my fear aright. But one word more

1 Witch. He will not be commanded; here's another More potent than the first.

[Thunder.

App: Apparition of a bloody child rises. App. Macbeth! Macbeth ! Macbeth ! Mücb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee. App. Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn The pow'r of man; for none of woman born Shail harm Macbeth.

(Descends. Macb. Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of

thee?
But yet I'll make assurance double fure,
And take a bond of Fate; thou shalt not live,
That I may tell pale-hearted fear, it lies ;
And sleep in spight of thunder.

[Thunders.
Apparition of a child crowned, with a tree in his hand, rises.
What is this.
That rises like the issue of a King,
And wears upon his baby-brow the round
And top of Sovereignty?

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 Dunsinane's high hill Shall come against him.

[Defcends. Macb. That will never be : Who can impress the forest, bid the tree Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet boadments! good! * Rebellious head rise never, 'till the wood Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth Shall live the lease of Nature, pay his breath To time and mortal custom!-Yet my heart Throbs to know one thing; Tell me, (if your Art Can tell so much) shall Banquo's issue ever Reign in this Kingdom ? All. Seek to know no more.

[The Cauldron sinks into the Ground. * Rebellious Dead rise never, -] We should read, Rebellious Head

Warb.
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Macb.

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