That two fold balls and treble scepters carry: II pray you, school yourself: But for your hus Horrible sight !- Ay, now I see 'tis true ;

band, For the blood-bolter'd* Banquo smiles upon Heis noble, wise, judicious, and best knows me,

The fits o'the season. I dare not speak much And points at them for his.-What, is this so? further:

i Witch. Ay, Sir, all this is so :-But why But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, Stands Macbeth thus amazedly ?

And do not know ourselves; when we hold Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprights,

[fear; And show the best of our delights;

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

But float upon a wild and violent sea, While you perform the 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 (Music. The Withces dance and vanish. upward Macb. Where are they? Gone ?—Let this To what they were before.-My pretty cousin, pernicious hour

Blessing upon you ! Stand aye accursed in the calender!

L. Macd. Failer'd he is, and yet he's fatherCome in, without there !


Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay Enter Lenox.

longer, Len. What's your grace's will ?

It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort: Macb. Saw you the weird sisters?

I take my leave at once. [ Exit Rosse. Len. No, my lord.

L. Macd. Sirrah,* your father's dead; Macb. Came they liot by you?

And what will you do now? How will you live? Len. No indeed, my lord.

Son. As birds do, mother. Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride;

L Macd. What, with worms and flies? And damn'd all those that trust them! I did

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

they. The galloping of horse: Who was't came by?

L. Macd Poor bird! thoud'st never fear the Len. "Tis two or three, my lord, that bring

net, nor lime, you word,

The pit-fall, nor the gin. Macduff is fled to England.

Son. Why houldı, mother? Poor birds they Macb. Fled to England?

are nut set for. Len. Ay, my good lord.

My father is not dead, for all your saying. Macb, Time, thou anticipat’t my dread

L. Macd. Yes he is dead; how wilt thou do The flighty purpose neveriso'ertook, (exploits:

for a father ? Unles the deed go with it: From this moment,

Son. Nay how will you do for a husband ? The very fir-tlings of my heart shall be

L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at The firstlings of my hand. And even now

market. To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought

Son. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again. and done: The castle of Macduff I will surprise ;

L. Macd. Thou speak'st with all thy wit; and

yet 'faith, Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o'the sword His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls

With wit enough for thee.

Son. Was my fa her a traitor, mother ? That tracev his line. No boasting like a fool; This deed I'll do, before tiis purpose cool:

L. Macd Ay, that he was.

Son. What is a traitor ! But no more sights !-Where are these gentle

L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lios. men ?

Son. And be all traitors, that do so? Come, brin; me where they are. [Ereunt.

L. Macd. Every one that does so is a traitor, SCENE II.-Fife.-A Room in Macduff's and must be hanged. Castle.

Son. And must they all be hanged, that Enter Lady Macduff her Son and Rosse. swear and lie ? L. Ma d What had he done, to make him

L. Macd Every one. fly the land

Son. Who must hang them ? Rosse. You must have patience, madam

L. Macd. Why, the honest men. L. Macd. He had none :


Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools : His flight was madness: When our actions do for there are liars and swearers enough to beat Our fears do make us traitors. |

the hones men, and hang up them. Rosse. You know not,

L acd. Now, God help thee, poor mon Wh ther it was his wisdom, or his fear key! But how wilt thou do for a father? L Macd. i isdom to leave his wife, to leave Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him : his babes,

if you would not, it were a good sign that I His man ion, an! his titles, in a place [not; should quickly bave a new father. From whence himself does fy? He loves us

L. Macd. Poor prattler! how thou talk'st. He wants the natural touch:s for the poorwren,

Enter a MESSENGER. The mos diminutive of birds will fight,* Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you Her young ones in her nest, against he owl. known, All is the fear, and nothing is he love; Though in your state of honour I am perfect.t As little is the wisdom, where the flight

I doubt, some danger does approach you nearSo runs against all reason.

If you will take a homely man's advice, fly: Rosse. My dearest coe,

Be not found here; hence, with your * Besmeared with blood.

11. c. Spirits. Co fright you thùs, methinks, I am too savage; Preventest, by taking away the opportunity. To do worse to you, were fell cruelty,

Follow. 111. « Our flight is considered as evidence of our trea. * Sirrah was not, in our author's time, a term of rew

proach. Natural affection.

** Fight for

I am perfectly acquainted with your rank.

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Which is too aigle your person. Heaven pre. Macd. Bleed, bleed, poor country! serve you !

Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, I dare abide no longer. (Exit MESSENGER. For goodness dares not check thee! wear thou L. Macd. Whither should I tly?

thy wrongs, I have done no harm. But I remember now Thy title is affeer'd !* -Fare thee well, lord; I am in this earthy world; where, to do harm, I would not be the villian that thou think'st Is often laudable: to do good, sometime, For the whole space that's in the tyrant's Accounted dangerous folly : Why then, alas! And the rich east io boot.

(grasp, Do I put up that womanly defence,

Mal. Be not offended: To say I have done no harın !What are I speak not as in an absolute fear of you. these faces ?

I think our country sinks beneath the yoke;

It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash Enter MURDERENS.

Is added to her wounds: I think, withal, Mur. Where is your husband ?

There would be hands uplifted in my right; L. Macd. I hope, in no place so unsanctified, And here, from rucious England, have i offer Where such as thou may’st find him.

Of goodly thousands: But for all this, Mur. He's a traitor.

Wben I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, Son. Thou ly'st, thou shag-ear'd villian.

Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country Mur. What, you egg?

Shall have more vice: than it had before ;

[Stabbing him. Young fry of treachery?

More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever, Son. He has killed me mother;

By him that shall succeed, Run away I pray you.

Mcd. What should he be ?

[Exit Lady Macduff, crying murder, all the particulars of vice so grafted,

Mal. It is myself I mean: in whom I know

(beth and pursued by the MURDERERS.

That, when thy shall be open'd, black MacSCENE III.- England. - A Room in the

Will seem as pure as snow; and the poorstate

Esteem him as a lamb, being compar'd
King's Palace.

With my confineless harms.

Mc : Not in the legions Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade, of horrid hell, can come a devil more dama'd and there

In evils to top Macbeth. Weep our sad bosoms empty.

Mal. I grant him bloody, Macd. Let us rather

(men, Luxurious,t aviricious, false, deceitful, Hold fast the mortal sword; and like good Sudden; malicious, smacking of every sin Bestride our downfail'n Birthdom:* Each new That has a natne : But there's no bottom none,

In morn,

(sorrows my voluptuousness: your wives, your New widows howl; new orphans cry; new


[up Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill As if it felt with Scotland, and yell’d out

The cistern of my lust; and my desire Like syllable of dolour.

All continent impediments would o'er-bear, Mal. What I believe; I'll wail ;

That did oppose my will: Better Macbeth, What know, believe; and, what I can redress, Than such a one to reign. As I shall find the time to friend,t I will.

Macl. Boundless intemperance What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance, In nature is a tyranny; it hath been This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our The untimely emptying of the happy throne, tongues,

[ well; And fall of many kings. But fear not yet Was once thought honest: you have lov'd him To take upon you what is yours: you may He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young; Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty, but something

[dom Aud yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodYou may deserve of him through me; and wis.


[be To offer up a weak poor innocent lamb, We have willing dames enough; there cannot To appease an angry god.

That vulture in you, to devour so many, Macd. I am not treacherous.

As will to greatness dedicate themselves, Mal. But Macbeth is.

Finding it so incluidt: A good and virtuous nature may recoil. [don;

Mol. With this, there grows, In an imperial charge. But 'crave your par

In my most ill-coinposed affection, such That which you are, my thoughts cannot trans. A stanchless avarice, that, were I king, pose ;

(fell : I should cut off the nobles for their lands; Angels are bright still, though the brightest Desire his jewels, and this other's house: Though all things foul would wear the brows And my more having would be az a sauce

To make me hunger more; that I should Pet grace must still look so.

forge Macd. I have lost my hopes.

Quarrels unjust against the good, and loyal, Mal. Perchance, even there, where I did Destroying them for wealth. find my doubts.

Macd. This avarice

(root Thy in that rawness left you wife and child, Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious (Those precious motives, those strong knots of Than summer seeding iust: and it hath been love,)

The sword of ourslain kings: Yet do not fear; Without leave taking ?-I pray you,

Scotland hath foysonsø to fill up your will, Let not my jealousies be your dishonours,

Of your mere own : All these are portable.|| But mine own safeties :-You may be rightly with other garces weigh’d. just,

Mab. But I have none: The king-becoming Whatever I shall think.

graces, * Birthrighi.

* Legally settled byt hose who had the anal adjudica

† Befriend 11. e. A good mind may recedo from goodness a the | Lasicious.

of grace,

* Passionate. *fecution of a royal commission.


! May be endored.


As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, The mere despair of surgery, he cores ;
Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, Hanging a golden stamp* about their necks,
Devotion, patience, courage, fortitnde, Put on with holy prayers : and ’tis spoken,
I have no relish of them; but abound

To the succeeding royalty he leaves (virtue,
In the division of each several crime, (should | The healing benediction. With this strange
Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, 1 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 O Scotland! Scotland!

Enter Rosse.
Mal. If such a one be fit to govern, speak :

Macd. See, who comes here? I am as I have spoken.

Nal My countryman; but yet I know him Macd. Fit to govern!

not. No, not to live.-0 nation miserable,

Macd. My eyer gentle cousin, welcome hiWith an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd,

ther. When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again?

Mal. I know him now: Good God, betimes Since that the truest issue of thy throne

The means that make us strangers! (remove By his own interdiction stands accurs'd,

Rosse. Sir, Amen. And does blaspheme his breed?- Thy royal

Macd. Stands Scotland where it did: father


Rosse. Alas, poor country ;
Was a most sainted king; the queen, thai bore Almost afraid to kuow itself. It cannot
Oftner upon her knees than on her feet,

Be call'd our mother, but our grave: where Died every day she lived. Fare thee well!

nothing, These evils, thou repeat'st upon thyself,

But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile ; llave banish'd me from Scotland.—0, my Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks that rend Thy hope ends here!

the air,

(seems Mol. Macduff, this noble passion,

Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow Child of integrity, hath from my soul

A modern ecstacy;t the dead man's knell Wip'd the black scruples, reconcil'd my

Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's thoughts

[beth Expire before the flowers in their caps, [lives, To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Mac Dying, or ere they sicken. By many of these trains hath sought to win me

Macd. O, 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 gries? Deal between thee and me! for eren now Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the I put myself to thy direction, and

Each minute teems a new one. (speaker ; Unspeak mine own detraction : here abjure Macd. How does my wile? The taints and blames I laid upon myself, Rosse. Why, well. For strangers to my nature. I am yet

Macd. And all my children! Unknown to woman; never was foresworn; Rosse. Well too. Scarcely have coveted what was mine own; Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their At no time broke my faith; would not betray

peace? The devil to his fellow; and delight [ing Rosse. No; they were all at peace, when I No less in truth, than lise: my first false speak

did leave them. Was this upon myself: What I am truly,

Mued. Be not a niggard of your speech ; Is thine, and my poor country's, to command

How goes it? Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach,

Rosse. When I came hither to transport the Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men,

tidings, All ready at a point, was setting forth :

Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour Now we'll together; And the chance, of good of many worthy fellows that were out; ness,

(silent? Which was to my belief witness'd the rather, Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you for that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot;

Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome things Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland Tis hard to reconcile.

[at once, Would create soldiers, make our women fight, Enter a DOCTOR.

To dofit their dire distresses.

Mal. "Be it their comfort, Mal. Well; more anon.—Comes the king we are coming thither: gracious England hath forth, I pray you?

Lent us good Siwarii, and ten thousand men; Doct. ay, Sir; there are a crew of wretched An older, and a better soldier, none souls,

That Christendom gives out. That stay his cure: their malady convincest

Rosse. 'Would I could answer The great assay of art ; but, at his touch,

This comfort with the like! But I have words, Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand,

That would be howld out in the desert air, They presently amend.

Where hearing should not latch them. Mal. I thank you, doctor. [Exut Doctor.

Macd. What concern they? Macd. What is the disease he means ?

The general cause? or is it a fee-grief.|| Mal. 'Tis call'd the evil:

Due to some single breast? A most miraculous work in this good king;

Rosse. No mind, that's honest, Which often, since my here remain in Eng. But in it shares some woe; though the main land,

(part I have seen him do. How he solicits heuven,

Pertains to you alone.

Macd. If it be mine, Himself best knows : but strangely-visited

Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. people, All swolp and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, * The coio called an angel.

Common distress of mind. * Drer-kasty credulity. 1 Overpowers, subdues. Casch ! A grief that has a single owner

1 Put off.

for ever,

you should.

look on,

Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue Doct. A great perturbation in nature! to re

(sound, ceive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the Which shall possess them with the heaviest effects of watching – In this slumbry agitation, That ever yet they heard.

besides her walking, and other actual perMacd. Humph! I guess at it.

formances, what, at any time, have you heard Rosse. Your castle is surpriz'd: your wife, her say ? and babes,

Gent. That, Sir, which I will not report after Savagely slaughter'd : to relate the manner,

her. Were, on the quarry* of these murder'd deer, Doct. You may, to me; and 'tis most meet To add the death of you. Mal. Merciful heaven!-


Gent. Neither to you, nor any one; having What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your no witness to confirin my speech. Give sorrow words: the grief, that does not speak,


Enter Lady MACBETH, with a Taper, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it Lo you here she comes! This is her very guise : Macd. My children too?

and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all

stand close. That could be found.

Doct. How came she by that light? Macd. And I must be from thenee!

Gent Why, it stood by her: she has light by My wife kill'd too?

her continually; 'uis her command. Rosse. I have said.

Doct. You see, her eyes are open. Mal. Be comforted :

Gent Ay, but their sense is shut. Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, Doct. What is it she does now? Look, how To cure this deadly grief.

she rubs her hands. Macd. He has no children.-All my pretty Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, to ones?

seem thus washing her hands; I have knowa · Did you say, all?-0, hell-kite !-- All?

her continue in this a quarter of an hour. What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, Lady M. Yet here's a spot. At one fell swoop ?

Doci. Hark, she speaks: I will set down Mal. Dispute it like a man.

what comes from her, to satisfy my rememMacd. I shall do so;

brance the more strongly. But I must also feel it as a man:

Lady M. Out, damned spot! out. I say ! I cannot but remember such things were, One; Two: Why,t' en 'tis time to do't: That were not precious to me.-Did heaven Hell is murky !* --Fie, my lord, tie! a soldier,

duff, and afear’d? What need we fear who knows And would not take their part? Sinful Mac- it, when none can call our power to account: They were struck for thee! naught that I -Yet who would have thought the old man to am,

have had so much blood in him ? Not for their own demerits, but for mine, Doct. Do you mark that ? Fell slaughter on their souls: Heaven rest Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; them now!

Where is she now-What, will these Dlal. Be this the whetstone of your sword: hands ne'er be clean ?- 10 more o'that my let grief

(it. lord, no more o'l hat: you mar all with this Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage starting. Maed. 0, I could play the woman with mine Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what eyes,

[heaven, you should not. And braggart with my tongue-But, gentle Gint. She has spoke what she should not, I Cut short all intermission ;t front to front, am sure of that: Heaven knows what she has Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself; known. Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape.

Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still: Heaven forgive him too!

all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten Mal. This tune goes manly.

this little hand. Oh! oh! oh! Come, go we to the king; our power is ready; Doct. What a sight is there! The heart is Our lack is nothing but our leave; Macbeth sorely charged. Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above

Gent. I would not have such a heart in my Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer bosom, for the dignity of the whole body. yoii may;

Doct Well, well, well,The night is long, that never finds the day.

Gent. 'Pray God, it be, Sir, (Ereuni.

Doct. This disease is beyond my practice;

Yet I have known those which have walked in ACT Y.

their sleep, who have died holily in their beds. SCENE I.Dunsinane..A Room in the Cas- Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your lle.

night-gown ; look not so pale:-1 tell you yet Enter e Doctor of Physic, and a waiting Gen- again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out

of his grave.

Doct. Even so ? Doct. I have two nights watched with you, bat can perceive no truth in your report. When at the gate. Come, come, come,come, give me

Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking was it she last walked ? Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, To bed, to bed, to bed. [Exit Lady MACBETH.

your hand;

What's done, cannot be undone ; I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her

Doct. Will she go now to bed ? night-gown upon her, unlock her closet, take

Gent. Directly. forth paper, fold it, write upon it, read it, afterwards seal it, and again return to bed; yet alltural deeds

Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad: Upna while in a most fast sleep.

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Enter a SERVANT. To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.

[cian.-The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd More needs she the divine, than the physi- Where got'st thou that goose look ?

(loon !* God, God, forgive us all! Look after her; Serv. There is ten thousandRemove from her the means of all annoyance, Macb Geese, villain ? And still keep eyes upon her:-So, good Serv. Soldiers, Sir. night:

[sight : Macb. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy My mind she has mated,* and amaz'd my

fear, I think, but dare not speak,

Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch ?t Gent. Good night, good doctor. [Exeunt. Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine SCENE II.— The Country near Dunsinane. Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey

face! Enter, with Drum and Colours, MENTETH, Serv. The English force, so please you.

CATHNESS, ANGUS, LENOX, and Soldiers. Macb. Take ihy face hence.-Seyton !-I Ment. The English power is near, led on by

am sick at heart, Malcolm,

When I behold-Seyton, I say!--This push His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff. Will cheer me ever, or disseat me ow. Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes I have liv d long enough: my way of life Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm, Is fall'n into the sear the yellow leaf: Excite the mortified man.t

And that which should accompany old age, Ang. Near Birnam wood [coming, As honour, lo e, obedience. troops of friends, Shall we well meet them; that way are they I must not look to have; but, in thei stead, Cath. Who knows, if Donalbain be with this Curses not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, brother?


[dare not.
Len. For certain, Sir, he is not: I have a file Which the poor heart would sain deny, but
Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son, Seyton !
And many unrought youths, that even now

Enter Seyton.
Protest their first of manhood.
Ment. What does the tyrant ?

Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ?

Macb What neirs mure? Cath. Great Dunsinan he strongly fortifies :

Sey All is confirm’d, my lord, which was Some say he s mad; others, that lesser hate Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, (him,

reported, He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause

Macb. l'll fight, till from my bones my llosh

bc hack d. Within the belt of rule.

Give me my armour. Ang. Now does he feel

Sey. 'Tis not needed yet. His secret murders sticking on his hands : Now minutely revolts upbraid bis faith-breach; 'Send out more horses, skirrý the country round;

Macb. I ll put it on. Those he commands, move only in command, Hang those that talk or fear.–Give me mine Nothing in love: now does he feel the title

How does your patient, doctor? [armour.Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe

Doct. ot so sick, my lord,
Upon a dwarfish thief.
Ment. Who then shall blame

As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,

That kee lier from her rest. His pester'd senses to recoil, and start,

Macb Cure her of that: When all that is within him does condemn

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd: Itself, for being there Cath. Well, march we on,

Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;

Raze out the written troubl s of the brain ; To give obedience when 'tis truly ow’d:

And with some sweet oblivious antidote, Meet we the medicineỹ of the sickly weal; And with him pour we, in our country's purge, which weighs upon the heart ?

Cleanse the stuff d bosom of that perilous stuff, Each drop of us.

Doct. Therein the patient
Len. Or so much as it needs, (weeds. Must minister to himself.
To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the

Macb. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of Make we our march towards Birnam.


[staff :[Exeunt, marching. Come, put mine armour on ; give me my SCENE III.-Dunsinane.- A Room in the Seyton, send out.---Doctor, the thanes fly from Castle.


Come, Sir, despatch:--If thou could'st doctor, Enter Macbeth, DOCTOR, and ATTENDANTS.

The water of my land, find her disease, Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them And purge it to a sound and pristine health, fly all;

I would applaud thee to the very echo, Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, That should applaud again,-Pull'i off, I say.I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy What rhubarb, senna ; or what purgative drug, Malcolm!

[kuow Would scour these English hence !-Hearest Was he not born of woman? The spirts that

thou of them? All mortal consequents, pronounc'd me thus :

Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparaFear nol, Macbeth; no man thal's born of woman, Makes us hear something.

(tion Shall e'er have power onthee.. -Then fly, false Macb Bring it after me.thanes,

I will not be afraid of death and bane, And mingle with the English epicures :

Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. (Exit. The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear,

Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and Shall never sag|| with doubt, nor shake with

clear, fear.

Profit again should hardly draw me here. * Confounded. + A religious; an ascetic.

* Base fellow. + Upbearded. The physician.

† An appellation of contempt. || Sink. Dry



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