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AU. The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about;
And thrice again, to make up nine:
Peace !-the charm's wound up.
Enter Macbeth and Banquo.
From File, great king, Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Where the Norweyan banners tlout the sky, Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores I-What are And fan our people cold.
these, Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
So wither'd, and so wild in their attire; Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
That look not like the inhabitants o'the earth, The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict : And yet are on't ? Live you ? or are you aught Till that Bellona's bridegroom,2 lapp'd in proof, That man may question ? You seem to understand Confronted him with sell-comparisons,
me, Point againt point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, By each at once her choppy finger laying Curbing his lavish spirit: And, to conclude, Upon her skinny lips :-You should be women, The victory fell on us ;
And yet your béards forbid me to interpret Dun.
Great happiness! That you are so. Rosse. That now
Macb. Speak, if you can ;-What are you? Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; 1 Wilch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane Nor would we deign him burial of his men,
of Glamis ! Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' inch,
2 Wilch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane Ten thousand dollars to our general use.
of Cawdor! Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall de 3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king ceive
hereafter. Our bosom interest :-Go, pronounce his death, Ban. Good sir, why do you start; and seem to And wih his former title grect Macbeth.
fear, Rosse. I'll see it done.
Things that do sound so fair ?—I'the name of truth, Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
(Ezeunt. Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner
You greet with present grace, and great prediction SCENE III. A Heath, Thunder. Enter the Of noble having, to and of royal hope, three Witches.
That he seems rapi?! withal; to me you speak not: I Wilch. Where hast thou been, sister ? If you can look into the seeds of time, 2 Witch. Killing swine.
And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, 3 Witch, Sister, where thou?
Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, I Wilch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, Your favours, nor your hale. And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd : I Wilch. Hail ! Give me, quoth I:
2 Wilch. Hail! Aroint thee, * wilch! the rump-fed ronyons cries. 3 Witch. Hail ! Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the Tiger: I Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. But in a sjeve I'll thither sail,'
2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happ er. And, like a rat without a tail,
3 Wilch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do. 2 Wilch. I'll give thee a wind.
So, all hail, Macbeth, and Barquo! 1 Witch. Thou art kind.
I Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail! 3 Wilch. And I another.
Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: i Wilch. I myself have all the other;
By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis ; And the very ports they blow,
But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, All the quarters that they know
A prosperous gentleman; and to be king, I'the shipman's card.
S'ands not within the prospect of beliel, I will drain him dry as hay:
No more than to be Cawdur. Say, from whence Sicep shall, neither night nor day,
You owe this strange intelligence? or why Hang upon his pent-house lid;
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way He shall live a man forbid :'
With such prophetic greeting ?-Speak, I charge Weary sev'n-nighis, nine times nine,
(Witches vanish. Sha'l he dwindle, peak, and nine :
Bain. The earth hath buhbles, as the water has, Though his bark cannot be lost,
And these are of them:-Whither are they vanish'd ? Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd.
Macb. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal, Look what I have.
melted 2 Witch. Show me, show me.
As breath into the wind.-'Would they had staid ! I Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb,
Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak Wreck'd, as homeward he did come.
[Drum within. Or have we eaten of the insane root,"? 3 Witch. A drum, a drum ;
That takes the reason prisoner ?
Macb. Your children shall be kings.
You shall be king. (1) Mock. (2) Shakspeare means Mars. 3 Defended by armour of proof. Wallies (8) Prophetic sisters. (4) Avaunt, begone.
9) Supernatural, spiritual. (10) Estate, (5) A scurvy woman fed on offals.
(11) Rapturously affected. 6) Sailor's chart, (7) Accursed.
(12) The root which makes insane.
Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so? Without my stir.
New honours come upon bio here?
Like our strange garments ; cleare not to be
mould, Enter Rosse and Angus.
But with the aid of use. Rosse. The king hath happily receiv’d, Macbeth, Time and the hourø runs through the roughest du
Come what come may The news of thy success : and when he reads Thy personal venture in the rebels' tight,
Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your ke His wonders and his praises do contend, Which should be thine, or his : Silenc'd with that,
Macb. Give me your favour :'-my dull brar In viewing o'er the rest o'the self-same day,
was wrought He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
With things forgotien. Kind gentlemen, your pers Nothing aseard of what thyself didst make,
Are register'd where every day I turn
The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the king Strange images of death. As thick as lale, Cime post with post; and every one did bear
Think upon what hath chanc'd: and, at more Lot,
The inter m having weigh'd it, let us speak Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,
Our free hearts each to other. And pour'd them down before him.
We are sent,
Very gladly. To live thee, from our royal master, thanks ;
Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, frieuds. (Ezł To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee. SCENE IV.-Forcs. A roon in the Palace
Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbaz He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:
Lenox, and attendants.
Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
My liege, you dress me
They are not yet come back. But I have spoke In borrow'd robes ?
With one that saw him die : who did report,
That very frankly he confess'd his treasons;
Became him, like the leaving it: he died
As one that had been studied in his death, He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not;
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd, '* But treasons capital, coniess'd, and prov’d,
As 't were a careless trifle. Have overthrown rim.
There's no art,
Glamis, the thane of Cawdor: To tind the mind's construction in the face:11
An absolute trust.-0 worthiest cousin !
That, trusted home, 'The sin of my ingratitude even now Might yet enkindles you unto the crown,
Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before, Besides the thane or Cawdor. But 'tis strange:
That swisiest wing of recompense is slow And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
To overtake thee. "Would thou hadst less deservd, The instruments of darkness tell as truths; That the proportion both of thanks and payment Win us with honest trilles, lo betray us
Might have been mine! only I have left to say, In deepest consequence.
More is thy due than more than all can pay. Cousins, a word, I pray you.
Macb. The service and the loyally I owe, Macb.
Two truths are told, In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part As happy prologues to the swelling act
Is to receive our duties : and our duties of the imperial theme.--I thank you, gentlemen.- Are to your throne and state, children, and servants; 'This supernatural soliciting*
Which do but what they should, by doing every Cannot be ill; cannot be good: If ill,
thing Why hath it given me earnest of success, Safe toward your love and honour. Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: Dun.
Welcome hither : If good, why do I yield to that suggestions I have begun to plant thee, and will labour Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,
To make ihce full of growing.12–Noble Banquo, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, That hast no less deservd, nor must be known Against the use of nature? Present fears No less to have done so, let me infold thee, Are less than horrible imaginings :
And hold thee to my heart. My thought, whose murder yel is but fantastical, Ban.
There if I grow, Shakes so my single state of man, that function The harvest is your own. 13 smother'd'in surmise ;' and nothing is,
My plenteous joys, But what is not.
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves Ban.
Look, how our partner's rapt. In drops of sorrow.–Sons, kinsmen, thanes, Macb. If chance will have ine king, why, chance And you whose places are the nearest, know, may crown me,
We will establish our estate upon (1) As fast as they could be counted. (2) Title. (8) Time and opportunity. (9) Pardon. (3) Stimulate. (4) Encitement.
(10) Owned, possessed. 15) Temptation. (6) Firmly fixed.
(11) We cannot construe the disposition of the (7) The powers of action are oppressed by con- mind by the lineamente of the fase. lecture.
Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, Allend. So please you, it is true ; our thane is The prince of Cumberland : which honour must
coming : Not, unaccompanied, invest him only,
One of my fellows had the speed of him ; But sign of nubleness, like stars, shall shine Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more O. all de servers.-From hence to Inverness, Than would make up his message. And bind lis further to you.
Give him tending, Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you: He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse, I'll be myseli' the harbinger, and make joyful
(Exit Attendant. The hearing of my wile with your approach; That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan So, humbly take my leave.
Under my baitlements. Come, come, you spirits Duen.
My wor'hy Cardor! That tend on mortals ihoughts, unsex me here; Mucb. The prince of Cumberland!—That is a And Sll me, from the crown to the toe, lop-full step,
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, Stop up the access and passage io reinorse;"
(. Aside. That no compunctious visitings of nature For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ! Shake my sell purpose, nor keep peace between Le notlight see my black and deep desires : The effect, and it! Come to my woman's breasts, The eye svink at the hand! yet let ihat be, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. (Er. Wherever in your sightless substances
Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant;' You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And in his commendations I am fed ;
Aud pallo thee in the duunest smoke of hell !
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome: Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, It is a peerless kunsman. (Flourish. Exeunt. To cry, Hold, Hold !--Great Glamis, worthy Cawa
dor! SCENE V - Inverness. 1 room in Macbeth's castle. Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a letter,
Enter Macbeth. Lady M. They met me in the day of success ; Greater than both, by the all-hail hereaster! and I have learned by the perfectesl report, they Thy letters have transported me beyond have more in them thin nurlal knowledge. When This ignorant present, io and I feel now I burned in desire to question them further, they The future in the instant. merede. themselves—uir, into which they vanished.. Macb.
My dearest love, Whiles | stool rapt in the wonder of it, came Duncan comes here to-night. missives' from the king, who al - hailed me, Thanel Lady M.
And when goes hence ? of Cawdor; by which tille, before, these weird Macb. To-morrow, ,-as he purposes. sisters saluted ine, and referred me to the coming! Lady M.
0, never, on of time, with, llil, king that shalt be! This Shall sun that morrow see ! huce I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men partner of greatness; that thou mightest not lose May read strange matters:-To beguile the time, the uues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent and furewell.
tlower, Glamnis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
But be the serpent under it. He that's coming What thou art promis'd:-Yet do I tear thy nature ; This night's great business into my despatch;
Must be provided for: and you shall put
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Macb. We will speak further. highly,
Only look up clear;
(Ereunt. great Giamis,
Before the castle. That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou SCENE VI.-The same. hare it ;
Hauthous. Serrıınls of Macbeth attending.
Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo,
Lenox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus, and attendants.
Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweeily recommends itself
unto our gentle senses. Which late and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.-What is your The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
This guest of summer, tidings ?
B: his lord mansionry, that the heaven's breath Enter an Attendant.
Smells wooingly here; no jutty, frieze, buttress, Altend. The king comes here to-night. Nor coi ne of vantage, but this bird hath made Lay M.
Thou'rt mad to say it: His pendent bed, and procreant cradle: Where they Is not thy master with him ? who, were't so, Most brced and haunt, I have observ'd, the air Would have informd for preparation.
Is delicate. (1) Full as valiant as described.
(9) Knife anciently meant a sword or dagger. (2) The best intelligence. (3) Messengers. (10) i. e. Beyond ihe present time, which is, ac(4) Diadein. (5) Supernatural.
cording to the process of nature, ignorant of the (6) Murderous. (7) Pity.
future. (8) Wrap as in a mantle.
(11) Look, countenance. (12) Convenient comer.