Lords. FROM MACBETH. What, my good Lord? Macb. Thou canst not say I did it; never shake Thy gory locks at me. Rosse. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well. He will again be well. If much you note him, 103 [To Macbeth, aside. Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appal the devil. Lady. proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear; This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said, Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts, (Impostors to true fear) would well become A woman's story at a winter's fire, Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself! Why do you make such faces? When all's done, [Aside. Macb. Pr'ythee, see there! behold! look! lo! how say you?— [Pointing at the Ghost. Why, what care I? if thou canst nod, speak too. If charnel-houses and our graves must send Those that we bury back, our monuments Lady. [Ghost disappears. What! quite unmann'd in folly? Fie, for shame! Macb. If I stand here, I saw him. Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ay, and since too, murders 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 rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,1 And push us from our stools. This is more strange Your noble friends do lack you. I do forget. Do not muse at me, my worthy friends; I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing To those that know me. Come, love and health to all! I drink to the general joy of the whole table, 1 Crown in this application has lost caste as a word since the days of Shakespeare. Instances of this occur repeatedly in the works of the older writers. And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss ; Lords. Our duties, and the pledgThe Ghost rises again. Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee! 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; Macb. What man dare, I dare. Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow ! I am a man again. Pray you, sit still. [Ghost disappears. [The Lords rise. Lady. You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admired disorder. 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,2 When now I think you can behold such sights, And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, When mine are blanch'd with fear. Rosse. What sights, my Lord? Lady. I pray you, speak 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. A kind 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, and understood relations, have, By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth 1 All good wishes to all. 2 Own or possess. Some editors read "Augurs, that understand relations," but the above is the original text. FROM MACBETH. 105 Act IV. Scene 3. MACDUFF RECEIVES THE TIDINGS OF THE SLAUGHTER OF HIS FAMILY. Macd. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour Of many worthy fellows that were out,1 Which was to my belief witness'd the rather, Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland Be it their comfort Mal. That Christendom gives out. Rosse. This comfort with the like! Would I could answer But I have words, That would be howl'd out in the desert air, Macd. The general cause? or is it a Rosse. But in it shares some woe; Macd. What concern they? fee-grief3 No mind, that's honest though the main part If it be mine, Keep it not from me; quickly let me have it. Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound That ever yet they heard. Macd. Humph! I guess at it. Rosse. Your castle is surprised; your wife and babes Savagely slaughter'd. To relate the manner, 1 In insurrection against Macbeth's tyranny. 2 Note the beauty of Rosse's unwillingness to answer Macduff's question, while the fulness of his mind with the terrible intelligence urges him to return to it. "A grief that hath a single owner."-Johnson. Were, on the quarry1 of these murder'd deer Mal. Rosse. That could be found. Macd. My wife kill'd too? Rosse. Mal. Wife, children, servants,-all And I must be from thence ! I have said. Be comforted. Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, To cure this deadly grief. Macd. He has no children.—All my pretty ones? Did you say all?—Oh, hell-kite!-all! What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, At one fell swoop? Mal. Dispute it like a man: Macd. But I must also feel it as a man: I shall do so; I cannot but remember such things were, Did Heaven look on, Fell slaughter on their souls: heaven rest them now! Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself; Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape, Act v. Scene 5. THE APPROACH OF MACBETH'S FATE. Macbeth. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, They come. Will laugh a siege to scorn. Our castle's strength Here let them lie, Till famine and the ague eat them up. Were they not forced with those that should be ours, And beat them backward home. What is that noise? 1 The piled slaughter of a hunting-match. FROM MACBETH. Seyton. It is the cry of women, my good lord. As life were in't. I have supp'd full with horrors; Macb. She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word.— Enter a Messenger. Thou com'st to use thy tongue. Thy story quickly. I shall report that, which I say I saw, Macb. Well, say, sir. Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move. Macb. Liar and slave! Mess. Let me endure your wrath if't be not so: Within this three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove. Macb. If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Till famine cling thee; if thy speech be sooth, I care not if thou dost for me as much.— I pull in resolution; and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam-wood Do come to Dunsinane;-and now a wood Comes toward Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and out !— There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun, And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.- 107 |