Mac. Come, we'll to sleep: My strange and self-abuse Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use:- 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 traffick with Macbeth, In riddles, and affairs of death; The close contriver of all harms, And, which is worse, all you have done Spiteful, and wrathful; who, as others do, Meet me i'the morning; thither he Great business must be wrought ere noon: Upon the corner of the moon There hangs a vaporous drop profound; And Is mortals' chiefest enemy. SONG. [within.] Come away, Come away, &c. Hark, I am call'd; my little spirit, see, Sits 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 Duncan Was pitied of Macbeth:-marry, he was dead:And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late; Whom, you may say, if it please you, Fleance kill'd, For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late. To kill their gracious father? damned fact! 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 What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. But, peace!-for from broad words, and 'cause he fail'd His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear, Lord. The son of Duncan, From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights; Do faithful homage, and receive free honours, Prepares for some attempt of war. Len. Sent he to Macduff? Lord. He did: and with an absolute, Sir, not I, The cloudy messenger turns me his back, And hums; as who should say, You'll rue the time That clogs me with this answer. Len. And that well might Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel Fly to the court of England, and unfold His message ere he come; that a swift blessing May soon return to this our suffering country Under a hand accurs'd! Lord. My prayers with him! ACT IV. A DARK CAVE. SCENE I. IN THE MIDDLE, A CALDRON Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 1 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. 2 Witch. Thrice; whin'd. and and once the hedge-pig 3 Witch. Harper cries:-'Tis time, 'tis time. All. Double, double toil and trouble; In the caldron boil and bake: All. Double, double toil and trouble; 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf; Witches' mummy; maw, and gulf, |