With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools: this is more strange Lady Macbeth. Your noble friends do lack you. Macbeth. My worthy lord, I do forget. 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; Lords. Our duties, and the pledge. Re-enter Ghost. 90 Mach. 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 Macbeth. Think of this, good peers, But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other; Macbeth. What man dare, I dare: 100 [Ghost vanishes. Why, so being gone, I am a man again. Pray you, sit still. Lady Macbeth. You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admired disorder. Macbeth. Can such things be, ΙΙΟ And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder? You make me strange When now I think you can behold such sights, When mine is blanch'd with fear. Ross. 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, [Exeunt all but Macbeth and Lady Macbeth. Macbeth. It will have blood: they say blood will have blood: Stones have been known to move and trees to speak; Augures and understood relations have By maggot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth Lady Macbeth. Did you send to him, sir? Macbeth. I hear it by the way, but I will send: I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow, More shall they speak, for now I am bent to know, Strange things I have in head that will to hand, 130 140 Lady Macbeth. You lack the season of all natures, sleep. Macbeth. 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. SCENE V. A heath. [Exeunt. Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting HECATE. First Witch. Why, how now, Hecate! you look angerly. Hecate. Have I not reason, beldams as you are, Saucy and overbold? How did you dare To trade and traffic with Macbeth In riddles and affairs of death; Meet me i' the morning: thither he I am for the air; this night I'll spend ΙΟ 20 Great business must be wrought ere noon: There hangs a vaporous drop profound; I'll catch it ere it come to ground: He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear Is mortals' chiefest enemy. [Music and a song within: 'Come away, come away,' &c. Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see, [Exit. Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. again. SCENE VI. Forres. The palace. [Exeunt. Enter LENNOX and another Lord. Lennox. My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, Which can interpret farther: only I say Things have been strangely borne. The gracious Duncan Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd, That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep? To hear the men deny 't. So that, I say, He has borne all things well: and I do think As, an't please heaven, he shall not-they should find ΙΟ 20 Lord. The son of Duncan, Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights, Prepares for some attempt of war. Lennox. Sent he to Macduff? 30 Lord. He did: and with an absolute 'Sir, not I,' 40 The cloudy messenger turns me his back, And hums, as who should say 'You'll rue the time That clogs me with this answer.' Lennox. And that well might Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance His message ere he come, that a swift blessing Lord. I'll send my prayers with him. [Exeunt. |