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Or show the glory of our art ?
And, which is worse, all you have done
Hath been but for a wayward son,
Spiteful, and wrathful; who, as others do,
Loves for his own ends, not for you.
But make amends now. Get you gone,
And at the pit of Acheron
Meet me i' the morning; thither he
Will come to know his destiny.
Your vessels, and your spells, provide,
Your charms and every thing beside;
. I am for the air; this night I'll spend
Unto a dismal and a fatal end.
Great business must be wrought ere noon:
Upon the corner of the moon
There hangs a vaporous drop profound;
I'll catch it ere it come to ground:
And that, distilled by magic sleights,
Shall raise such artificial sprights,
As, by the strength of their illusion,
Shall draw him on to his confusion.
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear:
And you all know, security
Is mortal's chiefest enemy.
Song. [Within.] Come away, come away, &c. Hark, I am called; my little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. 1 Witch. Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again.
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 walked too late; Whom you may say, if it please you, Fleance killed, For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late. Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous It was for Malcolm and Donalbain, To kill their gracious father? Damned fact ! How it did grieve Macbeth! Did he not straight,
In pious rage, the two delinquents tear,
That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep?
Was not that nobly done ? Ay, and wisely too;
For, 'twould have angered any heart alive,
To hear the men deny it. So that, I say,
He has borne all things well; and I do think,
That, had he Duncan's sons under his key,
(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 failed
His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear,,
Macduff lives in disgrace. Sir, can you tell
Where he bestows himself.
The son of Duncan,
From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth,
Lives in the English court; and is received
Of the most pious Edward with such grace,
That the malevolence of fortune nothing
Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduff
Is gone to pray the holy king, upon his aid
To wake Northumberland, and warlike Siward; ..
That, by the help of these, (with Him above
To ratify the work,) we may again
Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights;
Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives;
Do faithful homage, and receive free honors,
All which we pine for now. And this report
Hath so exasperate the king, that he
Prepares for some attempt of war.
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. I
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 accursed !
Lord. I'll send my prayers with him! [Exeunt.
SCENE I. A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron,
. boiling. Thunder.
Enter the three Witches.
1 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed.
2 Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whined.
3 Witch. Harper cries:- 'Tis time, 'tis time.
1 Witch. Round about the caldron go;
In the poisoned entrails throw.
Toad, that under coldest stone,
Days and nights hast thirty-one
Sweltered venom sleeping got, . .
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!
All. Double, double toil and trouble ;
Fire, burn; and, caldron, bubble.
2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake : '
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
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, caldron, bubble.
3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf;
Witch's mummy; maw and gulf
Of the ravined salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock, digged i’ the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat; and slips of yew,
Slivered in the moon's eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe,
Ditch-delivered by a drab,-
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chawdron,
For the ingredients of our caldron.
All. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire, burn; and, caldron, bubble.
2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
Enter Hecate and the other three Witches.
Hec. 0, well done! I commend your pains;
And every one shall share i' the gains.
And now about the caldron sing,
Like elves and fairies in a ring,
Enchanting all that you put in.
Black spirits and white,
Red spirits and gray;
Mingle, mingle, mingle,
You that mingle may.
2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.-
Open, locks, whoever knocks.
Enter MACBETH. -
Macb. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags?
What is't you do?
A deed without a name. Macb. I conjure you, by that which you profess, (Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me. Though you untie the winds, and let them fight Against the churches; though the yesty waves , Confound and swallow navigation up; Though bladed corn be lodged, and trees blown down; Though castles totter on their warders' heads; Though palaces, and pyramids, do slope Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure Of nature's germins tumble all together, Even till destruction sicken,- answer me To what I ask you. 1 Witch.
Speak. 2 Witch.
Demand. 3 Witch.
We'll answer. 1 Witch. Say, if thou’dst rather hear it from our mouths, Or from our masters'? Macb.
Call them; let me see them. 1 Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten
Her nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten
From the murderer’s gibbet, throw
Into the flame.
Come, high, or low; -
Thyself and office deftly show.
Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head rises. Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power,1 Witch.
He knows thy thought; Hear his speech, but say thou nought.
App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff; Beware the thane of Fife.- Dismiss me.- Enough.
[Descends. Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks ; Thou hast harped my fear aright.-But one word more;
1 Witch. He will not be commanded. Here's another, More potent than the first. Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises.
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee. Арр.
Be bloody, bold, And resolute; laugh to scorn the power of man, For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth. [Descends.
Macb. Then live, Macduff; what need I fear of thee?
But yet I'll make assurance double sure, .
And take a bond of fate. Thou shalt not live,
That I may tell pale-hearted fear, it lies,
And sleep in spite of thunder.- What is this,
Thunder. An Apparition of a Child crowned, with a Tree
in his Hand, rises.
That rises like the issue of a king;
And wears upon his baby brow the round
And top of sovereignty.
Listen, but speak not to't.
App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are;
Macbeth shall never vanquished be, until
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
Shall come against him.
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-placed 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 issue ever
Reign in this kingdom ?