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To half a soul, and a notion craz'd,

I'll come to you anon. Say, Thus did Banquo.

2 Mur.

We are resolv'd, my lord. 1 Mur.

You made it known to us. Macb. I'll call upon you straight ; abide within.
Macb. I did so; and went further, which is now It is concluded :---Banquo, thy soul's flight,
Our point of second meeting. Do you find If it find heaven, must find it out to-night.” (Exe.
Your patience so predominant in your nature,
That you can let this go? Are you so gospell'd,"

SCENE II.-The same. Another room. Enter
To pray for that good man, and for his issue,

Lady Macbeth, and a Servant. Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave, Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court ? And beggar'd yours for ever?

Serv. Ay, madam, but returns again to-night. 1 Mur.

We are men, my liege. Lady M. Say to the king, I would attend his Macb. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;

leisure As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, For a few words. curs,


Madam, I will. (Erit. Shoughs, 2 water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are cleped?

Lady M.

Nought's had, all's spent,
All by the name of dogs: the valued file

Where our desire is got without content:
Distinguishes the swilt, the slow, the subtle, 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy,
The house-keeper, the hunter, every one Than, by destruction, dwell in doubitul joy.
According to the gift which bounteous nature
Hath in him clos'd; whereby he does receive

Enter Macbeth.
Particular addition, from the bill

How now, my lord ? why do you keep alone, That writes them all alike: and so of men. Of sorriesť fáncies your companions making ? Now, if you have a station in the file,

Using those thoughts, which should indeed have died
And not in the worst rank of manhood, say it; With them they think on? Things without remedy,
And I will put that business in your bosoms, Should be without regard : what's done, is done.
Whose execution takes your enemy off ;

Macb. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it;
Grapples you to the heart and love of us, She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice
Who wear our health but sickly in his life, Remains in danger of her former tooth.
Which in his death were perfect.

But let 2 Mur.

I am one, my liege, The frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep
Have so incens'd, that I am reckless what In the affliction of these terrible dreams,
I do, to spite the world.

That shake us nightly: Better be with the dead,
I Mur.
And I another,

Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace,
So weary with disasters, tugg’de with fortune, Than on the torture of the mind to lie
That I would set my life on any chance,

In restless ecstasy.10 Duncan is in his grave;
To mend it, or be rid on't.

Alter life's fitful lever, he sleeps well; Macb.

Both of you

Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Know, Banquo was your enemy.

Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, 2 Mur.

True, my lord. Can touch him further! Macb. So is he mine: and in such bloody dis- Lady M. Come on; tance,"

Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks ; That every minute of his being thrusts

Be bright and jovial ’mong your guests to-night.
Against my near’st of life: And though I could

Macb. So shall I, love, and so, I pray, be you:
With bare-fac'd power sweep him from my sight, Let your remembrance apply to Banquo;
And bid my will avouch it; yet I must not,. Present him eminence," both with eye and tongue ;
For certain friends that are both his and mine, Unsafe the while, that we
Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall Must lave our honours in these flattering streams;
Whom I myself struck down: and thence it is, And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
That I to your assistance do make love;

Disguising what they are.
Masking the business from the common eye,

Lady M.

You must leave this. For sundry weighty reasons.

Macb. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wise! 2 Mur.

We shall, my lord, Thou know'st, that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives. Perform what you command us.

Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not eterne.1? 1 Mur.

Though our lives, Macb. There's comfort yet; they are assailable; Macb. Your spirits shine through you. Within Then be thou jocund: Ere the bai hath flown this hour, at most,

His cloister'd fight; ere, to black Hecate's sum-
I will advise you where to plant yourselves.

Acquaint you with the perfect spy o'the time, The shard-borne beetle,'' with his drowsy hums,
The moment on't; for’i must be done to-night, Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done
And something from the palace; always thought A deed of dreadful note.
That I require a clearness : And with him, Lady M.

What's to be done ?
(To leave no subs, nor botches, in the work,) Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest
Fleance his son, that keeps him company,

chuck, 14 Whose absence is no less material to me

Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling's night,
Than is his father's, must embrace the fate Skarf up the tender eye of pitiful day;
Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart; And, with thy bloody and invisible hand,

(1) Are you so obedient to the precept of the (10) Agony. (11) Do him the highest honours.

(12) i. e. The copy, the lease, by which they hold (2) Wolf-dogs. (3) Called.

their lives from nature, has its time of termination. 14) Title, description. (5) Careless. (13) The beetle borne in the air by its shards or (6) Worried. (7) Mortal enmity. scaly wings. 8) Because of. (9) Most mclancholy, (14) A term of endearment. (15) Blinding.

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Act II., Cancel, and tear to pieces, that great bond Both sides are even: Here I'll sit i'the midst : Which keeps me pale!-Light thickens; and the Be large in mirth; anon, we'll drink a measure

The table round. There's blood upon thy face.
Makes wing to the rooky wood:

Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within.
Whiles night's black agents to their prey do rouse. Is he despatch'd ?
Thou marvell'st at my words; but hold thee still ; Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for
Things, bad begun, make strong themselves by ill: him.
So, pr’ythee, go with me.

(Ecéunt. Macb. Thou art the best o'the cut-throats: Yet

he's good, SCENE III.-The same. A park or laron, with That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,

a gate leading to the palace. "Enter three Mur- Thou art the nonpareil. derers.


Most royal sir, 1 Mur. But who did bid thee join with us ?

Fleance is 'scap'd. 3 Mur.

Macbeth. Macb. Then comes my fit again: I had else 2 Mur. He needs not our mistrust; since he de

been perfect;

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Whole as the marble, founded as the rock; Our offices, and what we have to do,

As broad, and general, as the casing air : To the direction just.

But now, I am cabin'd, cribb’d, confin'd, bound in l 1 Mur. Then stand with us.

To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe? The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day:

Mur. Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides, ten Now spurs the lated traveller apace,

With twenty trenched gashes on his head; To gain the timely inn; and near approaches

The least a death to nature. The subject of our watch.


Thanks for that:3 Mur.

Hark! I hear horses. There the grown serpent lies; the worm, that's fled, Ban. [Within.] Give us a light there, ho!

Hath nature that in time will venom breed, 2 Mur.

Then it is he ; the rest No teeth for the present.-Get thee gone; to-mor-
That are within the note of expectation,'
Already are i’the court.

We'll hear, ourselves again. (Exit Murderer. 1 Mur.

His horses about. Lady M.

My royal lord, 3 Mur. Almost a mile: but he does usually,

You do not give the cheer: the least is sold, So all men do, from hence to the palace gate

That is not often vouch'd, while 'lis a making, Make it their walk.

'Tis given with welcome: To seed, were best at

home; Enter Banquo and Fleance, a servant with a torch From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony: preceding them.

Meeting were bare without it. 2 Mur. A light, a light!


Sweet remembrancer! 3 Mur.

'Tis he. Now, good digestion wait on appetite, 1 Mur. Stand to't.

And health on both! Ban. It will be rain to-night.


May it please your highness sit? 1 Mur. Let it come down.

[The Ghost of Banquo rises, and sits in | Assaults Banquo.

Macbeth's place. Ban. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly,

Macb. Mere had we now our country's honour

roof'd, Thou may'st revenge. -O slave!

Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present ; [ Dies. Fleance and servant escape. Who may I rather challenge for unkindness, 3 Mur. Who did strike out the light ?

Than pity for mischance! 1 Mur.

Was't not the way?

His absence, sir,
3 Mur. There's but one down; the son is fed. " Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your
2 Mur. We have lost best half of our affair.

highness 1 Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is To grace us with your royal company ? done.


Macb. The table's full.

Here's a place reserv'd, sir.
SCENE IV. room of state in the palace. A Macb. Where?
banquet prepared. Enter Macbeth, Lady Mac- Len.

Here, my lord. What is't that beth, Rosse, Lenox, Lords, and attendants.

moves your highness? Macb. You know your own degrees, sit down :

Macb. Which of you have done this?

Lords, at first

What, my good lord ?

Macb. Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake
And last, the hearty welcome.
Thanks to your majesty.

Thy gory locks at me.
Macb. Ourself will mingle with society,

Rosse. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well.

Lady M. Sit, worthy friends :-my lord is often And play the humble host. Our hostess keeps her state ;? but, in best time,


And hath been from his youth: 'Pray you, keep
We will require her welcome.
Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our The fit is momentary; upon a thoughts


He will again be well': If much you note him, For my heart speaks, they are welcome.

You shall offend him, and extend his passion Enter first Murderer, to the door. Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man? Macb. See, they encounter thee with their hearts'

Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that thanks :

Which might appal the devil.

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(1) i. e. They who are set down in the list of (2) Continues in her chair of state. guests, and expected to supper.

113) As quick as thought. (4) Prolong his suffering.

his person,

Lady M.

O proper stuff! And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, This is the very painting of your fear:

When mine are blanch'd with fear. This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said, Rosse.

What sights, my lord ? Led you to Duncan. O, these faws, and starts, Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse (Impostors to true fear,) would well become

and worse ; A woman's story, at a winter's fire,

Question enrages hím: at once, good night :Authoriz'd by her grandam. Shame itself! Stand not upon the order of your going, Why do you make such faces ? When all's done, But go at once. You look but on a stool.


Good night, and better health Macb. Pr’ythee, see there! behold! look! lo! Attend his majesty! how say you?

Lady M.

A kind good night to all! Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak to0.

(Exeunt Lords and attendants. If charnel-houses, and our graves, must send Macb. It will have blood; they say, blood will Those that we bury, back, our monuments

have blood : Shall be the maws of kites. (Ghost disappears. Stones have been known to move, and trees to Lady M.

What! quite unmann'd in folly ? speak; Macb. If I stand here, I saw him.

Augurs, and understood relations, have Lady M.

Fie, for shame! By magot-pies,' and choughs, and rooks, brought Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the

forth olden time,

The secret'st man of blood.-What is the night? Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, which Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd

is which. Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies That, when the brains were out the man would die, And there an end; but now, they rise again, At our great bidding ? With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, Lady N.

Did you send to him, sir ? And push us from our stools: This is more strange Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will send : Than such a murder is.

There's not a one of them, but in his house Lady N.

My worthy lord, I keep a servant feed. I will to-morrow Your noble friends do lack you.

(Betimes I will,) unto the weird sisters: Macb.

I do forget :- More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, Do not muse? at me, my most worthy friends; By the worst means, the worst: for mine own good, I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing All causes shall give way. lam in blood To those that know me. Come, love and health Stept in so far, that, should I wade no more, to all;

Returning were as tedious as go o'er: Then I'll sit 'down:--Give me some wine, fill Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; full :

Which must be acted, ere they may be scann'd. I drink to the general joy of the whole table, Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, sleep. Ghost rises.

Macb. Come, we'll to sleep : My strange and And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss ;

self-abuse Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,

Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use :And all to all.'

We are yet but young in deed.

[Exeunt. Lords. Our duties, and the pledge. Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the SCENE V:—The heath. Thunder. Enter Heearth hide thee!

cate, meeting the three Witches. Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; 1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate? you look Thou hast no speculation in those eyes

angerly. Which thou dost glare with!

Hec. Have I not reason, bedlams, as you are Lady M.

Think of this, good peers, Saucy, and overbold? How did you dare But as a thing of custom : 'tis no other;

To trade and traffic with Macbcih, Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

In riddles and affairs of death;
Macb. 'What man dare, I dare:

And I, the mistress of your charms,
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The close contriver of all harms,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, Was never call'd to bear my part,
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Or show the glory of our art
Shall never tremble : Or, be alive again,

And, which is worse, all you have done
And dare me to the desert with thy sword; Hath been but for a wayward son,
If trembling I inhibit* thee, protest me

Spiteful, and wrathful, who, as others do,
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! Loves for his own ends, not for you.

(Ghost disappears. But make amends now: Get you gone, Unreal mockery, hence !-Why, so ;-being gone, And at the pit of Acheron, I am a man again.Pray you, sit still. Meet me i'the morning; thither he Lady M. You have displac'd the mirth, broke Will come to know his destiny. the good meeting,

Your vessels, and your spells, provide, With most admir'd disorder.

Your charms, and every thing beside : Macb.

Can such things be, I am for the air ; thiş night I'll spend
And overcomes us like a summer's cloud,

Unto a dismal-fatal end.
Without our special wonder? You make me strange Great business must be wrought ere noon:
Even to the disposition that I owe,

Upon the corner of the moon
When now I think you can behold such sights, There hangs a vaporous drop profound ;10
(1) Sudden gusts.
(2) Wonder.

(8) An individual. (9) Examined nicely. is) i. e. All good wishes toʻall. (4) Forbid. (10) i. e. A drop that has deep or hidden quali15) Pass over. (6) Possess. (7) Magpics. ties.

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I'll catch it ere it come to ground :

May soon return to this our suffering country And that, distill'd by magic slights,

Under a hand accurs'd ! Shall raise such artificial sprites,


My prayers with himn! 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 mortals' chiefest enemy.

SCENE I-A dark cave. In the middle a caul. Song. (Within.] Come away, come away, &.c. dron boiling. Thunder. Enter three Witches. Hark, I am call'd; my little spirit, see,

1 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. [Exit. 2 Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whin'd. 1 Witch. Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be 3 Witch. Harper cries:- 'Tis time, 'tis time.

(Exeunt. i Witch. Round about the cauldron go; SCENE VI.-Fores. A room in the palace. En- In the poison’d entrails throw.

Toad, ihat under coldest stone, ter Lenox and another Lord.

Days and nights hast thirty-one Len. My former speeches have but hit your Swelter'd' venom sleeping got, thoughts,

Boil thou first i'the charmed pot! Which can interpret further: only, I say,

AU. Double, double toil and trouble;
Things have been strangely borne: The gracious Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.

2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake,
Was pitied of Macbeth:-marry, he was dead :- In the cauldron boil and bake :
And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late ;. Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Whom, you may say, if it please you, Fleance kill'd, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late. Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,
It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain,

For a charm of powerful trouble,
To kill their gracious father? damned fact ! Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight, All. Double, double toil and trouble,
In pious rage, the two delinquents tear,

Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.
That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep? 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf;
Was not that nobly done ? Ay, and wisely loo; Witches' mummy; maw, and gull,“
For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive, Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark;
To hear the men deny it. So that, I say, Root of hemlock, diggd i'the dark;
He has borne all things well: and I do think, Liver of blaspheming Jew;
That, had he Duncan's sons under his key

Gall of goat, and slips of yew, (As, an't please heaven, he shall not,) they should Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse'; find

Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance.

Finger of birth-strangled babe, But, peace!-for from broad words, and 'cause he Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, fail'd

Make the gruel thick and slab:
His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
Macduff lives in disgrace: Sir, can you tell For the ingredients of our cauldron.
Where he bestows himself?

All. Double, double toil and trouble ;

The son of Duncan, Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.
From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, 2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Lives in the English court; and is received Then the charm is firm and good.
or the most pious Edward with such grace,
That the malevolence of fortune nothing,

Enter Hecate, and the other three Witches. Takes from his high respect: Thither Macduff

Hec. 0, well done! I commend your pains ; Is gone to pray the holy king, on his aid

And every one shall share i'the gains.
To wake Northumberland, and warlike Siward : And now about the cauldron sing,
That by the help of these (with Him above Like elves and fairies in a ring,
To ratify the work,) we may again

Enchanting all that you put in.
Give to our table meat, sleep to our nights;

SONG. Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives ;

Black spirits and white, Do faithful homage, and receive free honours,'

Red spirits and grey; All which we pine for now : And this report

Mingle, mingle, mingle,
Hath so exasperate the king, that he

You that mingle may.
Prepares for some attempt of war.

Sent he to Macduff? Something wicked this way comes :

2 Wilch. By the pricking of my thumbs,
Lord. He did: and with an absolute, Sir, not I, Open, locks, whoever knocks.
The cloudy messenger turns me his back,
And hums; as who should say, You'll rue the time

Enter Macbeth.
That clogs me wiih this answer.

Macb. How now, you secret, black, and midLen. And that well might

night hags? Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance What is't you do? His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel All.

A deed without a name. Fly to the court of England, and unfold His message ere he come; that a swist blessing (3) This word is employed to signify that the

animal was hot, and sweating with venom, although (1) Honours freely bestowed.

sleeping under a cold stone. (2) For exasperated.

(4) The throat. (5) Ravenous. (6) Entrails,

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Macb. I cônjure you, by that which you profess, Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill (Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me: Shall come against him.

[Descends. Though you untie the winds, and let them fight Macb.

That will never be; Against the churches; though the yesty' waves Who can impress the forest ;bid the tree Confound and swallow navigation up;

Unfix his earth-bound root ? sweet bodements! good! Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood down;

0 Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth Though castles toppled on their warders' heads; Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath Though palaces, and pyramids, do slope

To time, and mortal custom.-Yet my heart Their heads to their foundations; though the trea- Throbs to know one thing; Tell me, (if your art

Can tell so much,) shall Banquo's issue ever Of nature's germins* tumble all together,

Reign in this kingdom ? Even till destruction sicken, answer me


Seek to know no more. To what I ask you.

Macb. I will be satisfied : deny me this, 1 Witch. Speak.

And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know:2 Witch.


Why sinks that cauldron ? and what noise is this? 3 Witch. We'll answer.

(Haulboys. I Wilch, Say, if thou'd'st rather hear it from our

1 Witch. Show! mouths,

2 Witch, Show! Or from our masters'?

3 Witch. Show!

Call them, let me see them. All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;
I Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten Come like shadows, so depart.
Hler nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten
From the murderer's gibbet, throw

Eight Kings appear, and pass over the stage in Into the flame.

order; the last with a glass in his hand; BanAul. Come, high, or low;

quo following. Thyself, and office, deftlys show.

Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo;

down! Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head rises. Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls:-And thy hair,

Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power, Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first :-
I Witch.

He knows thy thought; A third is like the former :-Filthy hags!
Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

Why do you show me this?- A fourth?-Start, eyes! App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware What! will the line stretch out to the crack of Macduft;

doom? 10 Beware the thane of Fife.-Dismiss me:- Enough. Another yet?-A seventh ?-I'll see no more:

[Descends. And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass, Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, which shows me many more; and some I see, thanks;

That two-fold balls and treble sceptres carry : Thou hast harp'd my fear aright ;-But one word Horrible sight !--Ay, now, I see, ’lis true;

For the blood-bolter di Banquo smiles upon me, i Witch. He will not be commanded : Here's And points at them for his.- What, is this so? another,

I Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so :-But why More potent than the first.

Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?--
Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises. And show the best of our delights;

Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprights, 12
App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!- I'll charm the air to give a sound,
Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee. While you perform your antique round:

Be bloody, bold, That this great king may kindly say,
And resolute: laugh to scorn the power of man, Our duties did his welcome pay.
For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.

(Music. The Witches dance, and vanish.

(Descends. Macb. Where are they? Gone ?-Let this perni-
Macb. Then live, Macduff; What need I fear of cious hour

Stand aye accursed in the calendar!
But yet I'll make assurance doubly sure, Come in, without there !
And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live;
That I may tell pale-hearted fear, it lies,

Enter Lenox.
And sleep in spite of thunder. What is this, Len.

What's your grace's will ?

Macb. Saw you the wierd sisters? Thunder. An Apparition of a Child crowned, with


No, my lord. a tree in his hand, rises.

Macb. Came they not by you? That rises like the issue of a king;


No, indeed, my lord. And wears upon his baby brow the round

Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride; And top of sovereignty ?

And damn'd, all those that trust them!- did hicar AU.

Listen, but speak not. The galloping of horse: Who was't came by? .App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you Who chases, who frets, or where conspirers are :

word, Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until

(7) The round is that part of a crown which en(1) Frothy. (2) Laid flat by wind or rain. circles the head: the top is the ornament which (3) Tumble.

rises above it. (4) Seeds which have begun to sprout.

(8) Who can command the forest to serve him (5) Adroitly.

ribe a soldier impressed ? (6) Touch'd on a passion as a harper touches a (9) Music. (10) The dissolution of nature. string.

(11) Besmeared with blood. (12) i. e. Spirits


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