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Aut. I know, you are now, sir, a gentleman born. Comes it not something near?
Her natural posture ! Skep. And so have I, boy.
Chide me, dear stone; that I may say, indeed, Cle. So you have :-but I was a gentleman born be- || Thou art Hermione : or, rather, thou art she, fore my father: for the king's son took me by the In thy not chiding; for she was as tender, hand, and called me, brother; and then the two kings As infancy, and grace. But yet, Paulina, called my father, brother; and then the prince, my Hermione was not so much wrinkled; nothing brother, and the princess, my sister, called my father, So aged, as this seems. faber; and so we wept: and there was the first gen Pol.
0, not by much. teman-like tears that ever we shed.
Pau. So much the more our carver's excellence; Shes. We may live, son, to shed many more. Which lets go by some sixteen years, and makes her Cla Ay; or else 'twere hard luck, being in so pre
As she liv'd now. posterous estate as we are.
As now she might have done, Aut. I humbly beseech you, sir, to pardon me all So much to my good comfort, as it is the faults I have committed to your worship, and to Now piercing to my soul. O, thus she stood, give me your good report to the prince my master. Even with sach life of majesty. (warm life,
Skep. 'Pr’ythee, sun, do; for we must be gentle, || As now it coldly stands.) when first I wood her! how we are gentlemen.
I am asham'd : Does not the stone rebuke me, Cla Thou wilt amend thy life?
For being more stone than it 2-0, royal piece,
There's magic in thy majesty; which has
Standing like stone with thee!
And give me leave; and franklins say it, I'll swear it.
And do not say, 'tis superstition, that Shep. How if it be false, son ?
I kneel, and then implore her blessing.Lady, Cle. If it be ne'er so false, a true gentleman may Dear queen, that ended when I but began, ser il in the behalf of his friend :- And I'll swear Give me that hand of yours, to kiss. to the prince, thou art á tall fellow of thy hands, and Pau.
0, patience; that thou wilt not be drunk; but I know, thou art no The state is but newly fix'd, the colours fall fellow of thy hands, and that thou wilt be drunk; | Not dry. but I'll swear it: and I would, thou wouldst be a tall Cam. My, lord, your sorrow was too sore laid on; fellow of thy hands.
Which sixteen winters cannot blow away, Aut. I will prove so, sir, to my power.
So many summers, dry: scarce any joy Cla Ay, by any means prove a tall fellow: If I do Did ever so long live; no sorrow, not wonder, how thou darest venture to be drunk, not But kill'd itself much sooner. being a tall fellow, trust me not.-Hark! the kings
Dear my brother, and the princes, our kindred, are going to see the Let him, that was the cause of this, have power queen's picture. Come, follow us : we'll be thy good To take off so much grief from you, as he
[Exeunt. Will piece up in himself.
Indeed, my lord,
I'd not have show'd it. leo. O grave and good Paulina, the great comfort Leo.
Do not draw the curtain. That I have had of thee!
Pau. No longer shall you gaze on't ; lest your fancy What, sovereign sir, May think anon, it moves. I did not well, I meant well: All my services,
Let be, let be. You have paid home: but that you have vouchsaf 'd Would I were dead, but that, methinks, alreadyWith your crown'd brother, and these your contracted What was he, that did make it?-See, my lord, Hers of your kingdoms, my poor house to visit, Would you not deem, it breath'd ? and that those veins It is a surplus of your grace, which never
Did verily bear blood ? My life may last to answer.
The very life seems warın upon her lip.
Leo. The fixure of her eye has motion in't, To we the statue of our queen: your gallery
As we are mock'd with art. Have we pask'd through, not without much content Pau.
I'll draw the curtain; la many singularities; but we saw not
My lord's almost so far transported, that
O sweet Paulina, Pay.
As she liv'd peerless, Make me to think so twenty years together; So her dead likeness, I do well believe,
No settled senses of the world can match Eseels whatevap yet you look'd upon,
The pleasure of that madness. Let't alone. Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it Pau. I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirr'd you; Lonely, apart : But here it is: prepare
bnt To see the life as lisely mock'd, as ever
I could affliet you further. Still skerp nucekd di ath: behold; and say, 'tis well. Leo.
Do, Paulina; (Pau. undraws a curtaun, and discovers a statue. For this affliction has a taste as sweet your silence, it the more shows off
As any cordial comfort.-Still, methinks, Yous wonder : But yet speak ;-first, you, my liege. There is an air comes from her: What tine chissel
Could ever yet cut breath? Let no'man mock me, Or, how stol'n from the dead.
That she is living, Pau. Good my lord, forbear:
Were it but told you, should be hooted at The ruddiness upon her lip is wet;
Like an old tale; but it appears, she lives, You'll mar it, if you kiss it ; stain your own
Though yet she speak not. Mark a little while With oily painting : Shall I draw the curtain? Please you to interpose, fair madam; kneel, Leo. No, not these twenty years.
And pray your mother's blessing.–Turn, good lady; Per. So long could I
Our Perdita is found. Stand by, a looker 01.
[Presenting Perdita, who kneels to Hermione. Pau. Either forbear,
You gods, look down, Quit presently the chapel; or resolve you
And from your sacred vials pour your graces For more amazement: If you can behold it,
Upon my daughter's head !-Tell me, mine own, I'll make the statue move, indeed; descend,
Where hast thou been preservd? where liv'd? bow And take you by the hand: but then you'll think,
found (Which I protest against,) I am assisted
Thy father's court? for thou shalt hear, that I,By wicked powers.
Knowing by Paulina, that the oracle Leo.
What you can make her do, Gave hope thou wast in being,-have preservd I am content to look on : what to speak,
Myself, to see the issue. I am content to hear; for 'tis as easy
There's time enough for that To make her speak, as more.
Lest they desire, upon this push to trouble Pau.
It is requir'd,
Your joys with like relation.-Go togetber, You do awake your faith : Then, all stand still; You precious winners all : your exultation Or those, that think it is unlawful business
Partake to every one. I, an old turtle, I am about, let them depart.
Will wing me to some wither'd bough; and there Leo. Proceed;
My mate, that's never to be found again,
Lament till I am lost.
O peace, Paulina ;
[Music. Thou should'st a husband take by my consent, 'Tis time; descend; be stone no more; approach ; As I by thine, a wife: this is a match, Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come; And made between's by vows. Thou hast found mine ; I'll fill your grave up: stir; nay, come away; But how, is to be question'd: for I saw her, Bequenth to death your numbness, for from him As I thought, dead; and have, in vain, said many Dear life redeems you.—You perceive, she stirs : A prayer upon her grave: l'll not seek far
[Hermione comes down from the pedestal. i| (For him, I partly know his mind.) to find thee Start not: her actions shall be holy, as,
An honourable husband :-Come, Camillo, You hear, my spell is lawful: do not shun her, And take her by the land : whose worth, and honesty, Until you see her die again; for then
Is richly noted; and here justified You kill her double: Nay, present your hand: By us, a pair of kings.-Let's from this place.When she was young, you wood her; now,
What?-Look upon my brother:- both your panies Is she become the suitor.
That e'er 1 put between your holy looks
My ill suspicion. This your son-in-law,
Is troth-plight to your daughter.-Good Paulina, Pol. She embraces him.
Lead us from bence; where we may leisurely Cam. She hangs about his neck ;
Each one demand, and answer to his part If she pertain to life, let her speak too.
Perform'd in this wide gap of time, since first Pol. Ay, and make't manifest where she bas liv'd, We were dissever'd: Hastily lead away.
A Scotch Doctor.
Duncan, king of Scotland.
noblemen of Scotlanul.
tendants, and Messengers.
through the rest of he play, in Scotland ; and, chiefly, at Macbcth's castle.
Show'd like a rebel's whore: But all's too weak: SCENE 1.- An open Place. Thunder and Lightning. | Distaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that name:) Enter three Witches.
Which smok'd with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion,
Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave;
And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Till he unseamn'd him from the nave to the chaps, 2 Hitch. When the hurlyburly's done,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements. When the battle's lost and won :
Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! 3 Witch. That will be ere set of sun.
Sol. As whence the sun ’gins his reflexion I Wach. Where the place?
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break; 3 Witch.
Upon the heath: 3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth.
So from that spring, whence comfort secm'd to come,
Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: I Witch. I come, Graymalkin! A. Paddock calls - Anon.
No sooner justice had, with valour armd, Fair is foul, and foul is fair ;
Compelld these skipping Kernes to trust their heels, Hover through the fog and filthy air. (Witches vanish.
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,
With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of meo,
Dismay'd not this
Yes; As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion.
If I say south, I must report they were
As canons overcharg'd with double cracks;
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,
I cannot tell :
They sınack of honour both:--Go, get him surgeons. I be multiplying villanies of nature
(Exit Soldier, attended, Do swarm upon him,) from the western isles
Enter Rosse. or Kenues and Gallow glasses is supplied ;
-- Ilho comes here? Isa! fortune on bis damned quarrel smiling,
The worth thane of Rosse,
Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should
Enter Macbeth and Banquo. he look,
Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. That seems to speak things strange.
Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores ?-What are tliese; Rosse.
God save the king ! So wither'd, and so wild in their attire ; Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane?
That look pot like the inhabitants o' the earth, Rosse.
From Fife, great king. And yet are on't Live you ? or are you aught Where the Norweyan banners floạt the sky,
That man may question? You seem to understand me, And fan our people cold.
By each at once her choppy finger laying Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
Upon her skinny lips :-You should be women, Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict:
That you are so.
-What are you? Confronted him with self-comparisons,
1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! bail to thee, thane of Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm,
Glamis ! Curbing his lavish spirit: And, to conclude,
2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of The victory fell on us ;
3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king here Rosse. That now
after. Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition;
Ban. Good sir, why do you start ; and seem to fear Nor would we deign him burial of his men,
Things that do sound so fair?-I' the name of truth, Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' inch,
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Ten thousand dollars to our general use.
Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
You greet with present grace, and great prediction Our bosom interest :-Go, pronounce his death,
Of noble having, and of royal hope, And with his former title greet Macbeth.
That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: Rosse. I'll see it done.
If you can look into the seeds of time, Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth bath won.
And say, which grain will grow, and which will not ; [Exeunt. Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear,
Your favours, nor your hate.
2 Witch. Hait!
3 Witch. Hail! 1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister?
1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 2 Witch. Killing swine.
2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. 3 Witch. Sister, where thou?
3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be 1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesputs in her lap, And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounchd :
So, all bail, Macbeth, and Banquo!
i Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail! Aroint thee, witch ! the rump-fed ronyon cries.
Mach. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger:
By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis ; But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, And, like a rat without a tail,
A prosperous gentleman; and, to be king, I'll do, 1°U do, and I'll do.
Stands not within the prospect of belief, 2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind.
No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence 1 Witch. Thou art kind.
You owe this strange intelligence? or why 3 Witch. And I another.
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way 1 Witch. I myself have all the other;
With such prophetic greeting ?-Speak, I charge you. And the very ports they blow, All the quarters that they know
Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, l' the shipman's card.
And these are of them :-Whither are they ranish'd ? I will drain him dry as hay:
Mach. Into the air; and what seemd corporal Sleep shall, neither night nor day,
melted Hang upon his pent-house lid;
As breath into the wind.-'Would they had staid ! He shall live a man forbid :
Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak about? Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine,
Or have we eaten of the insane root, Sball he dwindle, peak, and pine:
That takes the reason prisoner? Though his bark cannot be lost,
Macb. Your children shall be kings. Yet it shall be tempest-toss d.
You shall be king Look what I have
Macb. And thane of Cawdor too ; went it not so? 2 Witch. Show me, show me.
Ban. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's 1 Wich. Here I have a pilot's thumb,
here? Wreck’d, as homeward he did come. (Drum within. 3 Witch. A drun, a drum ;
Enter Rosse and Angus. Macbeth doth come.
Rosse. The king hath bappily receiv'd, Macbetli, All. The weird sisters, hand in hand,
The news of thy success : and when he reads Posters of the sea and land,
Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, Thus do go about, about ;
Ilis wonders and his praises do contend, Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
Which should be thine, or his : Silenc'd with that, And thrice again, to make up nine:
In viewing o'er the rest o' the self-same day, Peace !-- he carm's wound ap.
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
Nothing afеard of what thyself didst make,
Our free hearts cach to other. Strange images of death. As thick as tale,
Very gladly. Came post with post ; and every one did bear
Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends. (Excunt. Thy praises in his kinglom's great defence,
SCENE IV.-Fores. A Room in the Palace. Flour. And pour'd them down before him. Ang.
We are sent,
ish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox,
and Attendants. To give thee, from our royal master, thanks ; To berald thee into his sight, not pay thee.
Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Resse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour,
Those in commission yet return'd?
They are not yet come back. But I have spoke For it is thine.
With one that saw him die: who did report, Ban. What, can the devil speak true?
That very frankly he confessd his treasons ; Merb. The thake of Cawdor lives; Why do you Implor'd your highness' pardon; and set forth dress me
A deep repentance: nothing in his life
Became him, like the leaving it; he died
As one that had been studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,
As 'twere a careless trifle.
There's no art,
To find the mind's construction in the face:
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust. worthiest cousin ! Have overthrown him.
Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus. Macb.
Glamis, and thane of Cawdor : | The sin of my ingratitude even now The greatest is behind.-Thanks for your pains.“ Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before, Do you not hope your children shall be kings, That swiftest wing of recompense is slow When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, To overtake thee. 'Would, thou hadst less deserv'd; Promisd no less to them?
That the proportion both of thanks and payment Ban.
That, trusted home, Might have been mine! only I have left to say, Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
More is thy due than more than all can pay. Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange : Macb. The serpice and the loyalty I owe, And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part The instruments of darkness tell us truths;
Is to receive our duties: and our duties Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
Are to your throne and state, children, and servants ; In deepest consequence.
Which do but what they should, by doing every thing Consins, a word, I pray you.
Safe toward your love and honour.
Welcome hither: As happy prologues to the swelling act
I have begun to plant thee, and will labour of the imperial theme.-I thank you, gentlemen. To make thee full of growing.-Noble Banque, - Tuis supematural soliciting
That hast no less deservd, nor must be known Cannot be ill; cannot be good :-If ill,
No less to have done so, let me infold thee, Why hath it given me earnest of success,
And hold thee to my heart. Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: Ban.
There if I grow, If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
The harvest is your own. Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,
My plenteous joys, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves Against the use of nature ? Present fears
In drops of sorrow.Sons, kinsmen, thanes, Are less than horrible imaginings:
And you whose places are the nearest, know, My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, We will establish our estate upon Shakes so my single state of man, that function Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, Is smotherd in surmise ; and nothing is,
The prince of Cumberland : which honour must But what is not
Not, unaccompanied, invest him only,
And bind us further to you.
Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you;
So, humbly take my leave.
My worthy Cawdor! Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Macb. The prince of Cumberland !—That is a step.
Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. || On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, [Aside. Mach. Give me your favour :
-my dull brain was for in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires! wrought
Let not light see my black and deep desires : With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be, Are register'd where every day I turn
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. [Erit. The leaf to read them.--Let us toward the king. Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant; Think upon what hath chane'd; and, at more time, And in his commendations I am fed ; The mterim having weighed it, let us speak It is a banquet to me. Let us after him,