Or show the glory of our art? And, which is worse, all you have done, Spiteful, and wrathful; who, as others do, But make amends now: Get you gone. Meet me i' the morning; thither he Great business must be wrought ere noon : There hangs a vaporous drop, profound; 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. [Exit. [Exeunt. I Witch. Come, let's make haste: she'll soon be back Hark, I am call'd; my little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. again. SCENE VI.-Forres. A Room in the Palace. Enter LENOX, and another Lord. Len. My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, Things have been strangely borne: The gracious Duncan And the right-valiant Banquo walked too late; Whom, you may say, if 't please you, Fleance kill'd, For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late. Who cannot want the thought how monstrous It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain, To kill their gracious father? damned fact ! That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep : 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 But, peace!-for from broad words, and 'cause he fail'd Macduff lives in disgrace: Sir, can you tell The son of Duncan, Lord. Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights; Prepares for some attempt of war. Len. Sent he to Macduff? Lord. He did and with an absolute, Sir, not I,' And hums; as who should say, You 'll rue the time Len. And that well might Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance Lord. SCENE I-A dark Cave. I'll send my prayers with him! [Exeunt. ACT IV. In the middle a Caldron boiling. Enter the three Witches. I Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. 2 Witch. 3 Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whin'd. All. Double, double, toil and trouble; For a charm of powerful trouble; 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf; Make the gruel thick and slab ; 2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood, Enter HECATE. Hec. O, well done! I commend your pains; And now about the caldron sing, Enchanting all that you put in. [Music and a Song, 'Black Spirits,' &c. 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? All. 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 lodg'd, and trees blown down; Though palaces, and pyramids, do slope Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure Even till destruction sicken, answer me To what I ask you. I Witch. 2 Witch. 3 Witch. Speak. Demand. We'll answer. 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 All. Her nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten Macb. Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head rises. I Witch. He knows thy thought; Hear his speech, but say thou nought. [Descends. Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks; App. Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises. Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee. App. Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn The power of man, for none of woman born Shall harni 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? All. Listen, but speak not to 't. App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care [Descends. Macb. That will never be ; Who can impress the forest; bid the tree Unfix his earth-bound root ? sweet bodements! good! Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth All. Seek to know no more. Macb. I will be satisfied: deny me this, And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know : Why sinks that caldron? and what noise is this? [Hautboys. I Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show! 3 Witch. - Show! 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! Why do you show me this?-A fourth!-Start, eyes! 1 Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so :-But why Stands Macbeth thus amazedly? Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites, While you perform your antique round: [Music. The Witches dance, and vanish. Mach. Where are they? Gone?-Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar!- Come in, without there! |