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 to all; Then I'll sit down :-[Goes to Throne.]-Give me some wine, fill full.

[Seyton pours out wine and presents it to Macbeth.

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.

BANQUO's Ghost re-appears, R.

Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes

Which thou dost glare with!

Lady M. Think of this, good peers,
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 armed 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!-[Exit Ghost, R., Macbeth fol-
lowing to the door.] Why so; being gone,

I am a man again.

Lady M. You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,

With most admired disorder.

Mach. Can such things be,

And overcome us like a summer's cloud,

Without our special wonder? You make me strange

Even to the disposition that I owe,

When now I think you can behold such sights,

And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,

When mine are blanched with fear.

Rosse. 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.

Len. Good night, and better health

Attend his majesty!

Lady M. A kind good night to all!

[Exeunt all but King and Queen.

Mach. It will have blood: they say, blood will have

blood: Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; Augurs, and understood relations, have

By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth The secret'st man of blood.-What is the night?

Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, which is which. Mach. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person, At our great bidding?

Lady M. Did you send to him, sir?

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

Stepped in so far, that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er.

Lady M. 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 hard use:

We are yet but young in deed.

[Exeunt, R.

SCENE V-The Open Country.-Thunder and Lightning.

Enter the three WITCHES, L., meeting HECATE, r.

1st Witch. Why, how now, Hecate? you look angerly. Hec. Have I not reason, beldames, as you are, Saucy and overbold? How did you dare

To trade and traffic with Macbeth,

In riddles, and affairs of death;
While I, the mistress of your charms,
The close contriver of all harms,
Was never called to bear my part,

Or show the glory of our art?

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.-
Your vessels and your spells provide,
Your charms, and everything beside:
I am for the air; this night I'll spend
Unto a dismal, fatal end.

[Exeunt Witches, L.

SPIRITS descend in Hecate's chair.

1st Spir. Hecate, Hecate, Hecate! Oh, come away! Hec. Hark! I am called; my little spirit, see,

Sits in a foggy cloud, and waits for me.

2d Spir. Hecate, Hecate, Hecate! Oh, come away! Hec. I come, I come, with all the speed I may.— Where's Stadlin?

3d Spir. Here ;

Hec. Where's Puckle?

4th Spir. Here;

5th Spir. And Hoppo, too, and Hellwaine, too;
6th Spir. We want but you, we want but you.
Enter the Chorus of WITCHES, R. and L.

Chor. Come away, make up the count.
Hec. With new fall'n dew,

From church-yard yew,

I will but 'noint, and then I mount.

1st Spir. Why thou stay'st so long, I muse.
Hec. Tell me, Spirit, tell what news?
2d Spir. All goes fair for our delight.
Hec. Now I'm furnished for the flight.

[Places herself in her Chair.

Now I go, and now I fly,
Malkin, my sweet spirit, and I.
Oh, what a dainty pleasure's this,
To sail in the air,

While the moon shines fair,

To sing, to toy, to dance and kiss!

Over woods, high rocks, and mountains,
Over seas, our mistress' fountains,
Over steeples, towers, and turrets,

We fly by night 'mongst troops of spirits.

Chor. We fly by night 'mongst troops of spirits. [Hecate and the Spirits ascend into the air-the Witches exeunt various ways.

END OF ACT III.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.-A Cave.-In the Middle, a Cauldron boiling.— Thunder.

The three WITCHES discovered.

1st Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed.
2d Witch. Thrice: and once the hedge-pig whined.
2d Witch. Harper cries, 'Tis time, 'tis time.
1st Witch. Round about the cauldron go;
In the poisoned entrails throw.-

Toad, that under the cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one ;
Sweltered venom, sleeping got,
Boil thou first i'the charméd pot.
All. Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
2d 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.

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

Of the ravined salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock, digged i'the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew,
Silvered in the moon's eclipse;

Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips
Finger of birth-strangled babe,
Ditch-delivered 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.

1st Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.

Enter HECATE, R.-SPIRITS, and Chorus of WITCHES, L. Hec. Oh, well done! I commend your pains;

And every one shall share i'the gains.

And now about the cauldron sing,
Like elves and fairies in a ring,

Enchanting all that you put in.

MUSIC AND SONG.

Hecate. Black spirits and white,
Red spirits and grey,

Mingle, mingle, mingle,
You that mingle may.

1st Spir. Tiffin, Tiffin,

Keep it stiff in.

2d Spir. Firedrake, Puckey,

Make it lucky.

3d Spir. Liard, Robin,

You must bob in.

Chor. Around, around, around, about, about; All ill come running in, all good keep out!

4th Spir. Here's the blood of a bat.

Hec. Put in that, put in that.

5th Spir. Here's Libbara's brain.

Hec. Put in a grain.

6th Spir. Here's juice of toad, and oil of adder;

These will make the charm grow madder.

Hec. Put in all these; 'twill raise a pois'nous stench! Hold-here's three ounces of a red-haired wench.

Chor. Around, around, around, about, about;

All ill come running in, all good keep out!
Hec. By the pricking of my thumbs,