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Macb. I will be satisfy'd. Deny me this, And an eternal curse fall on you! let me know, Why links that cauldron ? and what noise is this?

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

Witch. Shew !
All. Shew his eyes, and grieve his heart;
Come like shadows, so depart.

(Eight Kings appear and pass over in order, and

Banquo ; the last, with a glass in his hand.
Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; down!
Thy crown do's sear mine eye-balls.-And thy air
(Thou other gold-bound brow) is like the first-
A third is like the former -filthy hags!
Why do you shew me this?—A fourth ?—Start, eye!
What! will the line stretch out to th'crack of Doom?-
Another yet?

-A seventh! I'll see no more-
And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass,
Which shews me many more; and some I fee,
That twofold balls and treble scepters carry.
Horrible sight! nay, now, I see, 'tis true;
For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me,
And points at them for his. What, is this fo ?

1 Witch. Ay, Sir, all this is so. But why
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
Come, sisters, chear we up his sprights,
And thew the best of our delights ;
I'll charm the Air to give a Sound,
While you perform your antic round:
That this great. King may kindly say,
Our duties did his welcome pay.

[Music.

[The witches dance and vanish. Macb. Where are they? gone?—Let this perni

. cious hour Stand ay accursed in the kalendar! Come in, without there !

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Enter Lenox.
Len. What's your Grace's will ?
Macb. Saw you the weyward fifters ?
Len. No, my lord.
Macb. Camé they not by you?
Len. No, indeed, my lord.

Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride,
And damn'd all those that trust them! I did hear
The galloping of horse. Who was't came by ?

Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word;
Macduff is fled to England.

Macb. Fled to England ?
Len. Ay, my good lord.

Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits ::
The flighty purpose never is o'er-took,
Unless the deed go with it. From this moment,
The very firstlings of my heart shall be
The firstlings of my hand.

And even now
To crown my thoughts with acts, be't thought and

done!
The Castle of Macduff I will surprise,
Seize upon Fife, give to the edge o'th' sword
His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls
That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool,
This deed I'll do before this purpose cool.
But no more sights. Where are these gentlemen ?
Come bring me where they are.

{Exeunt.

SC E N E III.
Changes to Macduff's Castle at Fife.

Enter Lady Macduff, her Son, and Rosse:
L. Macd. HAT had he done, to make him fly

the Land ?
Rosse. You must have patience, Madam.

L. Macd. He had none;
His flight was madness; when our actions do not,
Our fears do make us traitors.

Rose.

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Roje. You know not,
Whether it was bis wisdom, or his fear. {babes,

L. Macd. Wisdom ? to leave his wife, to leave his
His mansion, and his titles, in a place
From whence himself does fly? he loves us not,
He wants the nat'ral touch; for the poor wren,
The most diminutive of birds, will fight,
Her young ones in her neit, against the owl :
All is the fear, and nothing is the love ;
As little is the wisdom, where the flight
So runs against all reason.

Roffe. My deareit Cousin,
I pray you, school yourself; but for your husband,
He's noble, wise, judicious, and best knows
The fits o'th' season. I dare not speak much further,
But cruel are the times, when we are traitors,
And do not know ourselves: when we hold rumour
From what we fear, yet know not what we fear;
But float upon a wild and violent sea
Each way, and move. I take my leave of you;
Shall not be long but I'll be here again:
Things at the worst will cease, or elle climb upward
To what they were before : My pretty Cousin,
Blessing upon you!

L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless.

Roje. I am so much a fool, should I ftay longer,
It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort,
I take my leave at once.

Exit Rolle.
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, on worms and flies ?
Son. On what I get, I mean; and so do they.
L. Macd. Poor bird! Thou'dít 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

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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?
L. Macd. Ay, that he was.
Son. What is a traitor ?
L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies.
Son. And be all traitors, that do so ?

L. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor, and must be hang'd.

Son. And must they all be hang’d, 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 enow to beat the honest men, and hang up them.

L. Macd. 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 pratler! how thou talk'st ?

Enter a Mesenger.
Mef. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known,
Though in your state of honour I am perfect ;
I doubt, some danger does approach you nearly.
If you will take a homely man's advice,
Be not found here; hence with

your

little ones. To fright you thus, methinks, I am too favage;

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To do worship to you were fell cruelty,
Which is too nigh your person. Heav'n preserve you!
I dare abide no longer.

[Exit Messenger.
L. Macd. Whither should I fly?
I've done no harm. But I remember now,
I'm in this earthly world, where to do harm
Is often laudable; to do good, sometime
Accounted dang'rous folly. Why then, alas !
Do I put up that womanly defence,
To say, I'd done no harm?—what are these faces ?

Enter Murderers. Mur. Where is your husband ?

L. Macd. I hope, in no place so unsanctified,
Where such as thou may’ft find him.

Mur. He's a traitor.
Son. Thou ly'ft, thou shag-ear'd villain.
Mur. What, you egg?

(Stabbing him. Young fry of treachery ?

Son. He'as kill'd me, mother. , Run away, pray you.

(Exit L. Macduff, crying Murder; Murderers :

pursue her.

SCEN E IV.
Changes to the King of England's Palacea

Enter Malcolm and Macduff.
Mal. ET us seek out some desolate shade, and

there Weep our sad bosoms empty.

Macd. Let us rather Hold fast the mortal sword ; and, like good men, Bestride our downfaln birth-doom: each new morn, New widows howl, new orphans cry; new sorrows Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds As if it felt with Scotland, * and yell’d out :

- And yell'd out Like syllables of dolour. This presents a ridiculous Image. But

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