Authoriz'd by her grandam. Shame itself! Why do you make such faces? When all's done, Macb. Pr'ythee, see there! behold! look! lo! how say you? Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.- Lady M. [Ghost disappears. Fie, for shame! Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd 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 s Ghost rises. And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss : Lords. Our duties, and the pledge. Mach. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth. hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Which thou dost glare with! Lady M. Think of this, good peers, But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other; Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, [Ghost disappears. Unreal rockery, hence !-Why, so ;-being gone, I am a man again.-Pray you, sit still. Lady M. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admir'd 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 blanch'd with fear. Rosse. 1 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, Macb. 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. Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his per son, At our great bidding? Lady M. Did you send to him, sir? Mach. I hear it by the way; but I will send : More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, sleep. Mach. Come, we'll to sleep: My strange and selfabuse Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use: We are yet but young in deed. SCENE V.-The Heath. [Exeunt, Thunder. Enter Hecate meeting the three Witches. 1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate? you look angerly, Hec. 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; And I, the mistress of your charms, The close contriver of all harms, Was never call'd to bear my part, And, which is worse, all you have done, Meet me i' the morning; thither he Great business must be wrought ere noon. There hangs a vaporous drop profound; Is mortals' chiefest enemy. Song. [Within.] Come away, come away, &c, Hark, I am call'd; my little spirit, see, $its in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. [Exit. 1 Witch. Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again. [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-Fores. A room in the Palace. Enter Lenox and another Lord. Len. My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, Which can interpret further: only, I say, Things have been strangely borne: The gracious Dur can Was pitied of Macbeth :-marry, he was dead: That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep? He has borne all things well: and I do think, (As, an't please heaven, he shall not,) they should find Macduff lives in disgrace: Sir, can you tell Lord. The son of Duncan, Takes from his high respect: Thither Macduff is gone, To wake Northumberland, and warlike Siward: To ratify the work,) we may again Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights; |