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Macb. Thanks for that. There the grown ferpent lies; the worm, that's fled, Hath natare that in time will venom breed, No teeth for the present. Get thee gone ; to-morrow We'll hear't ourselves again.
(Exit Murtbever. Eady. My royal Lord, You do not give the cheer; the feast is fold, That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a making 'Tis given with welcome. To feed, were belt at bome; From thence, the fauce to meat is ceremony ; Meeting were bare without it.
The ghost of Banqoo wifes, and fits in Macbeth's place. Macb. Sweet remembrancer! -Now good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both!
Len. May't please your highness fit ! Macb. Here had we now our country's honour roof'd, Were the grac'd person of our Banque present, Whom may I rather challenge for unkindness, Than pity for mischance!
Rojë. His absence, Sir, Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your highness To grace us with your royal company? Macb. The table's full.
Len. Here, my good Lord.
Alacb. Which of you have done this ?:
Role. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well,
Lady. Sit, worthy friends, My lord is often thus,
To Macbeth afide
. Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that, Which might appal the devil.
Lady. O proper stuff!
(Alfies. This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said, ed you to Duncan.
Oh, there flaws and starts, npostors to true fear, would well become 1 woman's story at a winter's fire, uthoriz’d by her grandam. Shame itself! Vhy do you make such faces? When all's done, You look but on a stool.
Macb. Pr’ythee, see there! Behold! look! lo! how say you? [Peinting to the ghof. Why, what care I? if thou canst nod, speak too.com if charnel-houses and our graves muit send Those that we bury, back; our monuments Shall be the maws of kites.
[The ghost vanishes. Lady. What quite unmann'd in folly? Macb. If I stand here, I saw him. Lacy. Fie, for shame!
Macb. Blood hath been Med ere noiv, i' the olden time,
Lady. My worthy Lord,
Macb. I do forget.
Come, love and health to all!
[The Gloft.rifes again. Macb. Avaunt, and quit my fight! Let the earth hide
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Lady. Think of this, good peers,
Macb. What man dare, Ldare.
ghoff vanishes. I am a man again.. Pray you fit ftill. [The Lord's rise.
Lady. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good With most admir'd disorder.
[meeting Macb. 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 fights, And keep the natural ruby of your cheek, When mine is blanch'd with fear.
Role. What sights, my Lord ?
Lady. I pray you, fpeak not; he grows worse and worse;
Len. Good-night, and better health
[Exeunt Lords. Macb. It will have blood.--They say, blood will have
blood. Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; Augurs, that understand relations, have By magotpies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth The secrei'it man of blood. What is the night? Lady. Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
Macb. How fay'st thou, that Macduff' denies his person, it our great bidding ?
Lady. Did you send to him, Sir ?
Lady. You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
Macb. Come, we'll to sleep: my strange and self-abuse Is the initiate fear that wants hard use;
N. VI.—M A C B E T H. ACTIV, Scene I. A dark Cave; in the middle,
a great Cauldron burning. Thunder. Enter the three Witches,
THRICE the brinded War feath mew’d.
2 Witch. Twice and once the hedge-pig whin’d.
i Witch. Round about the cauldron go, In the poison'd entrails throw. [They march round the cauldron, and throw in the several
ingredients as for the preparation of their charm)
All. Double, double, toil and trouble;
1 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake,
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
All. Double, double, toil and trouble;
3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
All. Double, double, toil and trouble :
2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Enter Hecate, and other three Witches.
Musick and a Song.
Blue spirits and grey,
You that mingle may.