Macb. Thanks for that.

There the grown ferpent lies; the worm, that's fied,
Hath nature that in time will venom breed,

No teeth for the prefent. Get thee gone; to-morrow
We'll hear❜t ourselves again.

Lady. My royal Lord,

[Exit Murtherer.

You do not give the cheer; the feaft is fold, That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a making 'Tis given with welcome.

To feed, were belt at home;

From thence, the fauce to meat is ceremony;

Meeting were bare without it.

The ghost of Banquo rifes, and fits in Macbeth's place. Macb. Sweet remembrancer!

-Now good digeftion wait on appetite,
And health on both!

Len. May't pleafe your highness fit!

Macb. Here had we now our country's honour roof'd, Were the grac'd perfon of our Banque prefent,

Whom may I rather challenge for unkindness,

Than pity for mischance!

Roffe. His abfence, Sir,

Lays blame upon his promife. Please it your highness

To grace us with your royal company?

Macb. The table's full.

Len. Here is a place referv'd, Sir.
Macb. Where?

Len. Here, my good Lord.

What is't that moves your highness?

Macb. Which of you have done this !:
Lords. What, my good Lord?

[Starting,

Mach. Thou can't not fay, I did it. Never hake Thy gory locks at me.

Roffe. Gentlemen, rife; his highness is not well,
Lady. Sit, worthy friends,. My lord is often thus,
And hath been from his youth. Pray you, keep feat..
The fit is momentary, on a thought

He will again be well. If much you note him,
You fhall offend him, and extend his paffion.
Feed,, and regard him not.-Are you a man?

To Macbeth afide.

Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that, Which might appal the devil.

Lady.

Lady. O proper ftuff!

his is the very painting of your fear;
his is the air-drawn dagger, which, you faid,

ed you to Duncan.

Oh, these flaws and starts,

npoftors to true fear, would well become

woman's story at a winter's fire,

uthoriz'd by her grandam. Shame itself!

Why do you make fuch faces? When all's done,
You look but on a tool.

Macb. Pr'ythee, see there!

[Afide.

Behold! look! lo! how fay you? [Peinting to the ghoft. Why, what care I? if thou canst nod, speak too.

If charnel-houses and our graves must fend

Those that we bury, back; our monuments
Shall be the maws of kites.

Lady. What quite unmann'd in folly?

Mach. If I ftand here, I saw him.

Lady. Fie, for shame!

[The ghoft vanishes.

Macb. Blood hath been fhed ere now, i' the olden time,

Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal;

Ay, and fince too, murthers have been perform'd

Too terrible for the ear: the times have been

That, when the brains were out, the man would die,

And there an end; but now they rife again

With twenty mortal murthers on their crowns,

And push us from our ftools. This is more strange
Than fuch a murther is.

Lady. My worthy Lord,

Your noble friends do lack you.

Macb. I do forget.

Do not mufe at me, my moft worthy friends.

I have a ftrange infirmity, which is nothing

To thofe that know me. Come, love and health to all
Then I'll fit down: give me fome wine, fill full-
I drink to the general joy of the whole table,
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we mifs;
Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirft,
And all to all.

Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.

[The Ghost rifes again. Macb. Avaunt, and quit my fight! Let the earth hide

thee;

Thy

Thy bones are marrowlefs, thy blood is cold;
Thou haft no fpeculation in thofe
Which thou doft glare with.

eyes,

Lady. Think of this, good peers,

But as a thing of cuftom; 'tis no other;
Only it fpoils the pleasure of the time.
Macb. What man dare, Ldare.

Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or Hyrcan tyger,
Take any fhape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble; or, be alive again,
And dare me to the desert with thy fword!
If trembling I inhibit, then protest me

The baby of a girl. Hence, terrible shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence! Why, fo-Being gone,
The ghoft vanishes.
I am a man again.. Pray you fit ftill. [The Lords rife.
Lady. You have difplac'd the mirth, broke the good
With most admir'd diforder.

Macb. Can fuch things be,

And overcome us, like a fummer's cloud,

[meeting

Without our special wonder? You make me ftrange

Even to the difpofition that I owe,

When now I think, you can behold fuch fights,

And keep the natural ruby of your cheek,

When mine is blanch'd with fear.

Roffe. What fights, my Lord?

Lady. I pray you, speak not; he grows worfe and worse;

Question enrages him. At once good-night.

Stand not upon the order of your going,

But go at once.

Len. Good-night, and better health

Attend his Majesty!

Lady. Good-night to all.

[Exeunt Lords.

Mach. It will have blood.-They say, blood will have

blood.

Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak ;
Augurs, that underftand relations, have

By magotpies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth
The fecret'ft man of blood.-What is the night?

Lady. Almoft at odds with morning, which is which.

Mach.

Macb. How fay'ft thou, that Macduff denies his person,

t our great bidding?

Lady. Did you send to him, Sir?

Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will fend.

There's not a Thane of them, but in his house
keep a fervant fee'd. I will to-morrow,
Betimes I will, unto the weyward fifters;
More fhall they speak; for now I'm bent to know,
By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good
All caufes fhall give way; I am in blood

Stept in fo far, that, fhould I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er.

Strange things I have in head, that will to hand;
Which must be acted, ere they may be scann'd.
Lady. You lack the feafon of all natures, fleep.
Macb. Come, we'll to fleep: my ftrange and self-abuse
Is the initiate fear that wants hard ufe ;

We're yet but young in deed.

N°. VI.-MACBETH.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV. SCENE I. A dark Cave; in the middle, a great Cauldron burning.

WITCH.

THRICE the brindedTCH mew'd.

2 Witch. Twice and once the hedge-pig whin'd. 3 Witch. Harper cries, 'tis time, 'tis time. 1 Witch. Round about the cauldron go, In the poifon'd entrails throw.

[They march round the cauldron, and throw in the feveral ingredients as for the preparation of their charm]

Toad, that under the cold ftone,

Days and nights has, thirty-one,
Swelter'd venom fleeping got;
Boil thou firft i' th' charmed pot.
All. Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
1 Witch. Fillet of a fenny fnake,

In the cauldron boil and bake;

Eye

Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind worm's iting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble;
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

All. Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches' mummy; maw, and gulf
Of the ravening falt fea-shark
Root of hemlock, digg'd i' th' dark;
Liver of blafpheming Jew:
Gall of goat, and flips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipfe;
Nofe of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
Finger of birth-ftrangled babe,
Ditch-deliver'd by a drib;
Make the gruel thick, and flab.
Add thereto a tyger's chawdron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.

All. Double, double, toil and trouble:
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good.

Enter Hecate, and other three Witches.
Hec. Oh! well done! I commend your pains,
And every one fhall share i' the gains.

And now about the cauldron fing,

Like elves and fairies in a ring,

Inchanting all that you put in.

Mufick and a Song.

Black fpirits and white,

Blue fpirits and grey,

Mingle, mingle, mingle,

You that mingle may.

2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs Something wicked this way comes:

Open locks, whoever knocks.

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