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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 Murtberer 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. Banquo vijes, 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!

Roli. His absence, Si, Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your highness To grace us with your royal company? Macb. The table's full.

Len. Here is a place reserv’d, Siro
Macb. Where?

Len. Here, my good Lord.
What is't that moves your highness ?

Alacb. Which of you have done this ?:
Lords. What, my good Lord ?
Macb. Thou can'st not say, I did it. Never shake-
Thy gory locks at me.

Role. Gentlemen, rise; 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 shall offend him, and extend his passion.
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 stuff!
his is the very painting of your fear;

(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,
Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal;
Ay, and since too, murthers have been perform'd
Too terrible for the ear: the times have been
That, when the brains were out, the inan would die,
And there an end; but now they rise again
With twenty mortal murthers on their crowns,
And push us from our stools. This is more ftrange
Than such a marther is.

Lady. My worthy Lord,
Your noble friends do lack you.

Macb. I do forget.
Do not muse at me, my moft worthy friends.
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
To those that know me.

Come, love and health to all!
Then I'll fit down: give me some winé, fill full-
I drink to the general joy of the whole table;
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss ;
Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirit,
And all to all.
Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.

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



Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes,
Which thou dost glare with.

Lady. Think of this, good peers,
But as a thing of custom ; 'tis no other;
Only it spoils 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 inape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble ; or, be alive again,
And dare me to the desert with thy sword !
If trembling I inhibit, then protest me
The baby of a girl. Hence, terrible shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence! Why, fo-Being gone,


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;
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. 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 ?
Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will send.
There's not a Thane of them, but in his house
keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow,
Betimes I will, unto the weyward fifters;
More shall they speak; for now I'm bent to know,
By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good
All causes shall give way; I am in blood
Stept in so far, that, should 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 season of all natures, sleep.

Macb. Come, we'll to sleep: my strange and self-abuse Is the initiate fear that wants hard use;


in deed.



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.
3 Witch. Harper cries, 'tis time, 'tis time.

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)
Toad, that under the cold stone,
Days and nights has, thirty-one,
Swelter'd venom sleeping got;
Boil thou first i'th' charmed pot.

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

1 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;


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 salt sea-Thark;
Root of hemlock, digg'd i' th' dark;
Liver.of blafpheming Jew:
Gall of goat, and lips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe,
Ditch-deliver'd by a dr ib;
Make the gruel thick, and Nab.
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 fitm and good.

Enter Hecate, and other three Witches.
Hec. Oh! well done! I commend your pains,
And every one shall share i' the gains.
And now about the cauldron fing,
Like elves and fairies in a ring,
Inchanting all that you put in.

Musick and a Song.
Black Spirits and white,

Blue spirits 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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