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Macb. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife. | With twenty trenched gashes on his head; Thou know'st that Banquo and his Fleance live. Lady Macb. But in them nature's copy's not
Macb. There's comfort yet; they are assailable;
The sharp-borne beetle, with his drowsy hums,
There shall be done a deed of dreadful note.
Mcb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling* night,
Makes wing to the rooky wood;
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;
SCENE.-A room of State in the Palace. A Banquet prepared.
The least a death to nature.
Thanks for that;
We'll hear ourselves again. [Exit Murderer.
From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony,
And health on both! Len.
May it please your highness sit?
Enter the Ghost of BANQUO and sits in MACBETH'S place.
Macb. Here had we now our country's honour roof'd,
Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present:
Lays blame upon his promise. highness
Please it your
Enter MACBETH, Lady MACBETH, ROSSE, LENOX, To grace us with your royal company?
Lords, and Attendants.
Both sides are even: Here I'll sit i' the midst; Be large in mirth; anon, we'll drink a measure The table round.-There's blood upon thy face. Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.
Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within. Is he despatch'd?
Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him. Macb. Thou art the best o' the cut-throats. Yet he's good
That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,
Mur. Fleance is 'scaped.
Most royal sir,
Macb. Then comes my fit again; I had else been perfect;
Whole as the marble, founded as the rock:
* Seeling means blinding.
The fit is momentary; upon 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?
Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appal the devil. Lady M.
O proper stuff!
Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too..
Lady M. What! quite unmann'd in folly? [Ghost disappears,
* Means prolong his sufferings,
Can such things be,
Macb. If I stand here, I saw him.
Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal;
My worthy lord, Your noble friends do lack you. Macb. I do forget:Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends; I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing To those that know me. Come, love and health
to all; Then I'll sit down: Give me some wine, fill full:
I drink to the general joy of the whole table,
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss :
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Macb. What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, Take any shape 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 thee,* protest me The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! [Ghost disappears. Unreal mockery, hence!-Why so;-being gone, I am a man again.-Pray you, sit still. Lady M. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting,
With most admir'd disorder.
I inhibit thee means I forbid thee.
Even to the disposition that I owe,*
Question enrages him: at once, good night :-
Good night, and better health
Attend his majesty! Lady M.
A kind good night to all! [Exeunt Lords and Attendants. Macb. It will have blood; they say, blood will
Stones have been known to move, and trees to
Augurs, and understood relations, have
By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth
The secret'st man of blood.-What is the night? Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person, At our great bidding? Lady M. Did you send to him, sir? Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will send : There's not a one of them, but in his house I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow (And betimes I will) unto the weird sisters: More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, By the worst means, the worst: for mine own good, All causes shall give way; I am in blood Stepp'd 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 M. You lack the season of all natures,
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 vanquish'd be, until Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill Shall come against him. Macb.
That will never be ;
Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood
All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like shadows, so depart.
Eight Kings appear, and pass over the Stage in order; the last with a glass in his hand; BANQUO following.
Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; down!
Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs:-And thy hair,
What! will the line stretch out to the crack of
Another yet?-A seventh ?-I'll see no more:
[Music. The Witches dance and vanish. Macb. Where are they? Gone?-Let this pernicious hour
Stand aye accursed in the calendar!—
Len. Ay, my good lord.
Fled to England?
Macb. 'Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits :
The castle of Macduff I will surprise;
Where are these gentlemen?
A Room in the King's Palace.
Enter MALCOLM and MACDuff.
Mal. Let us seek some desolate shade, and there Weep our sad bosoms empty. Macd. Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good men, Bestride our down-fall'n birthdom: Each new morn,
Let us rather,
New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows
He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young, but
You may deserve of him through me; and wisdom
Macd. I am not treacherous.
But Macbeth is:
Why in that rawness left you wife and child (Those precious motives, those strong knots of
Thy title is afeer'd.-Fare thee well, lord:
Macd. Such welcome and unwelcome things at once,
'Tis hard to reconcile.-See, who comes here?
Mal. What's the newest grief?
I guess at it.
Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner,
Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all that could be found.
Macd. And I must be from thence! My wife kill'd too?
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 ?-O, hell-kite!—All ?
Mal. Dispute it like a man.
But I must also feel it as a man:
I shall do so;
Rosse. That of an hour's age doth hiss the I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me.-Did heaven
And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, They were all struct for thee; naught that I
Not for their own demerits, but for mine, Fell slaughter on their souls: Heaven rest them now!
Mal. Be this the whetstone of your sword: let
Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. Macd. O, I could play the woman with mine
*Eatch means catch them.
+ Quarry means the game after it is killed
A Room in the Castle.
Enter a Doctor of Physic, and a waiting
Doct. I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive no truth in your report. When was it she last walked ?
Gent. Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her nightgown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth a paper, fold it, write upon't, read it, afterwards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep.
Enter Lady MACBETH, with a taper. Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close.
Doct. How came she by that light?
Gent. Why, it stood by her: she has light by her continually; 'tis her command. Doct. You see her eyes are open. Gent, Ay, but their sense is shut. Doct. What is it she does now? rubs her hands.
Look how she
Gent. It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands. I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.
Lady M. Yet here's a spot.
Doct. Hark, she speaks: I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.
Lady M. Out, damned spot! out, I say!-One; Two: Why, then 'tis time to do't: Hell is murky!*-Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account ?-Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him!
Doct. Do you mark that?
Lady M. The Thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now?-What, will these hands ne'er be clean -No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that you mar all with this starting.
Doct. Go to, go to; you have known what you
Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that: Heaven knows what she has known. Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh! oh! oh!
Doct. What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged.
* Means dark.
Gent. I would not have such a heart in my bosom, for the dignity of the whole body. Doct. Well, well, well,Gent. 'Pray God it be, sir,
Doct. This disease is beyond my practice: Yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep who have died holily in their beds.
Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so pale:-I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out on's grave. Doct. Even so ?
Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What's done cannot be undone; To bed, to bed, to bed. [Exit Lady Macbeth. Doct. Will she go now to bed? Gent. Directly.
Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad; Unnatural
Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds
Good night, good doctor.
SCENE.-Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants. Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all; Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear.
Enter a Servant.
Thou cream-fac'd loon! Where gott'st thou that goose look ? Serv. There is ten thousand
Geese, villain?! Soldiers, sir.
Macb. Go, prick the face, and over-red thy fear,
When I behold-Seyton, I say!-This push