Enter Macbeth. Macb. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags? 7 hat is't you

do? All. A deed without a name. Macb. I conjure you, by that which you profess, lowe'er you come to know it, answer me. Though you untie the winds, and let them fight gainst the churches ; though the yefty waves Confound and swallow navigation up; Chough bladed corn be lodg's, and trees blown dowl; Chough castles topple on their warders' heads; Chough palaces and pyramids do flope Cheir heads to their foundations ; though the treasure Of Nature's germins tumble all together, ven till destruction ficken, answer me Co what I ask you.

i Witch. Speak. 2 Witch.'Demand. 3 Witch. We'll answer. i Witch. Say, if thou’dít rather hear it from our mouths, Or from our masters? Macb. Call 'em. Let me see 'em.

i Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten ler nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten from the murtherer's gibhet, throw nto the flame.

All. Come high or low : Chyself and office deftly show.

[Thunder. Apparition of an armed Head rises. Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power

i Witch. He knows thy thought. lear his speech, but say thou nought.

App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff! leware the Thane of Fife-dismiss me--enough. [Descends.

Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks. Chou'st harp'd my fear aright. But one word more

1 Witch. He will not be commanded. Here's another Mere potent than the firit.

(Thunder,

Appa

Apparition of a bloody Child rises. App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!

to Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.

App. Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to fcorn
The power of man; for none of woman born
Shall harm Macbeth.

Defiezet
Macb. Then live, Macduff: What need I fear of the
But yet I'll make assurance double fure,
And take a bond of Fate. Thou shalt not live,
That I may tell pale-hearted Fear, it lieś ;
And sleep in spite of thunder.

[Thuain Apparition of a Child, crowned, with a tree in his hand, roja What is this, That rises like the issue of a king, And wears upon his baby-brow the round And top of sovereignty?

All. Listen, but speak not.

App. Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care,
Who chafes, who frets, or where confpirers are :
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until
Great Birnam-wood to Dunfinane's high hill
Shall come against him.

[Defcendie
Macb. That will never be:
Who can impress the forest, bid the tree
Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements! good!
Rebellious head rise never, till the wood
Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth
Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath
To time and mortal custom.-Yet my

heart
Throbs to know one thing ; tell me, if your art
Can tell so much, shall Banquo's iffue ever
Reign in this kingdom ?
All. Seek to know no more.

[The cauldron finks into the groazi.
Macb. I will be fatisfy'd. Deny me this,
And an eternal curfe on you! Let me know,
Why sinks that cauldron, and what noise is this.

(Hautbesi

3 Witch. Shew. E. All

. Shew his eyes, and grieve his heart. Come like shadows, so depart. [Eight Kings appear, and pass over in order ; and Banque

the laft, with a glass in his hand. Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo. Down! Thy crown does fear mine eye-balls

. — And thy air, I Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first

A third is like the former.-Filthy hags!
Why do you shew me this ?-A fourth ?-Start, eye!
What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
Another yet? A seventh !—I'll see no more-
And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass,
Which shews me many more; and some I see,
That twofold balls and treble sceptres carry.
Horrible sight! nay, now I see 'tis true;
For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me,
And points at them for his. What! is this so?

1 Witch. Ay, Sir, all this is so. But why
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
Come, fisters, cheer we up his fprights,
And shew the best of our delights ;
I'll charm the air to give a sound,
While you perform your antic round,
That this great king may kindly say,
Oar duties did his welcome pay.

Muic.
[7'he zeitches dance and vonijh.
Macb. Where are they? gone?Let this pernicious hour
Stand ay accursed in the kalendar.
Come in, without there!

Enter Lenox,
Len, What's

your

Grace's will?
Macb. Saw you the weird filters ?
Len. No, my Lord.

Macb. Came they not by you? - Len. No, indeed, my Lord.

Macb. Infected be the air wherein they ride, And damn'd all those that trust them! I did hear The galloping of horse. Who was’t came by?

Len. 'Tis two or three, my Lord, that bring you word Macduff is fled to England. L

Macb.

Macb. Fled to England ?
Len. Ay, my good Lord.

Macb. ( Afde.) Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploiu.
The flighty purpose never is o'ertook,
Unless the deed go with it. From this moment,
The very firstlings of my heart shall be
The firstlings of my hand. And even now
To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done:
The castle of Macduff I will surprise,
Seize upon Fife, give to the edge o' the sword
His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate fouls
That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool:
This deed l’il do before this purpose cool.
But no more sights.--Where are these gentlemen ?
Come, bring me where they are.

Exar.

N°. VII.-KING JOHN.

Act IV. Scene I. A Prison.

Enter Hubert and Executioners.

HUBERT.
HEAT me there itons hor. and look thou stand
Within the arras: when I ftrike

my

foot
Upon the hosom of the ground, rush forth;
And bind the boy, which you fhall find with me,
Faft to the chair. Be heedful; hence and watch.

Exec. I hope your warrant will bear out the deed.

Hub. Uncleanly scruples ; fear not you ; look to '14 Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.

Enter Arthur.
Arth. Good-morrow, Hubert.
Hub. Good-morrow, little Prince.

Arth. As little Prince (having so great a title
To be more Prince) as may be. You are fad.
Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier.
Arth. Mercy on me!

Met

Methinks, no body should be sad but I;
Yet I remember when I was in France,
Young gentlemen would be as fad as night,
Only for wantonness. By my christendom,
So I were out of prison, and kept theep,
I should be merry as the day is iong:
And so I would be here, but that, I doubt,
My uncle practifes more harm to me.
He is afraid of me, and I of him.
Is it

my fault, that I was Geffrey's son!
Indeed, it is not : and I would to heaven,
I were your son, so you would love me, Hubert,

Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
He will awake my mercy, which lies dead;
Therefore I will be sudden, and dispatch. [Aside.

Arth. Are you fick, Hubert? You look pale to-day!
In sooth, I wou'd you were a little fick;
That I might fit all night and watch with you.
Alas, I love you more than you do me.

Hub. His words do take poffeffion of my bosom.
Read here, young Arthur.

(Sbewing a paper. How now, foolis rheum,

[ Aside. Turning dispiteous tortire out of door ! I must be brief, lest resolution drop Out at mine eyes in tender womanish tears. Can

you not read it? is it not fair writ?
Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect.
Must you with irons burn out both mine eyes ?

Hub. Young boy, I muft.
Arth. And will you

? Hub. And I will. Arth. Have you the heart? When your head did but ake, my

handkerchief about your
(The best I had, a princess wrought it me)
And I did never ak it you again ;
And with my hand at midnight held your head;
And, like the watchful minutes to the hour,
Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time,
Saying, What lack you? and where lies your grief
Or what good love may I perform for you?
Many a poor man's son would have lain still,

Aand

I knit

brows;

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