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Macb. How now, you fecret, black, and midnight hags? What is 't you do?
All. A deed without a name.
Mach. I conjure you, by that which you profess,
(Howe'er you come to know it) anfwer me.
Though you untie the winds, and let them fight
Against the churches; though the yefty waves
Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown down;
Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure
Even till deftruction ficken: anfwer me
1 Witch. Say, if th' hadft rather hear it from our mouths, Or from our mafters ?
The fo's and R. Germain; P. Germains, Germina, i. e. feeds, is T.'s
The fo's and R. altogether.
Macb. Call 'em: let me fee 'em.
1 Witch. Pour in fow's blood, that hath eaten Her nine farrow; greafe, that's sweaten
From the murtherer's gibbet, throw
Into the flame.
All. Come high or low:
Thyself and office f deftly fhow.
Apparition of an armed head rifes.
Mach. Tell me, thou unknown power
I Witch. He knows thy thought: Hear his fpeech, but fay thou nought.
App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff! Beware the Thane of Fife-difmifs me-enough.
[Defcends Mach. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks. Thou haft harp'd my fear aright. But one word more— 1 Witch. He will not be commanded. Here's another
Apparition of a bloody child arises.
App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!
Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.
App. Be bloody, bold, and refolute; laugh to fcorn power of man; for none of woman born
Shall harm Macbeth.
Mach. Then live, Macduff; what need I fear of thee?
But yet I'll make affurance double fure,
And take a bond of fate; thou shalt not live,
That I may tell pale-hearted fear, it lies;
And fleep in fpight of thunder.
Apparition of a child crowned, with a tree in his hand, rifes.
What is this,
That rifes like the iffue of a king,
And wears upon his baby brow the round
And top of fovereignty?
All Liften, but speak not to 't.
App. Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care Who chafes, who frets, or where confpirers are: Macbeth hall never vanquish'd be, until
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
Shall come against him.
Macb. That will never be:
Who can imprefs the foreft, bid the tree
Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet boadments! good!
Reign in this kingdom?
All. Seek to know no more.
Mach. I will be fatisfied. Deny me this,
[The cauldron finks into the ground.
And an eternal curfe fall on you!
Let me know,
Why finks that cauldron, and what noife is this? ["Hautboys.
P. and all after omit to't.
h P. and all after, to Dunfinane's
(C. Dunfinane) bigh bill, &c.
i Firat f. Dunfmane.
k H. Rebellion's head, &c.
1 All before T. dead for bead.
m This direction not in the fo's.
A C. [Horrid mufic.
1 Witch. Shew!
2. Witch. Shew!
3 Witch. Shew!
All. Shew his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like fhadows, fo depart.
[° Eight kings appear and pass over in order, the last with a glafs in his hand; Banquo following.
Mach. Thou art too like the fpirit of Banquo: Down! Thy crown does fear mine eye-balls. And thy P hair, Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first
A third is like the former-Filthy hags!
Why do you fhew me this?-A fourth ?-Start, eyes!
And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass,
Horrible fight! now I fee 'tis true;
For the blood-bolter'd Banquo fmiles upon me,
1 Witch. Ay, Sir, all this is fo. But why Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
• The fo's, Afber of eight kings, and Banquo laft, with a glafs in bis band. The eighth line of the following speech will fhew the neceffity of the above emendation, which was aim'd to be made by T. But he unfortunately puts the glass into the hand of Banque still, though he meant that the eighth king
fhould hold it: For he directs [Fight kings appear and pass over in order, and Banquo; the laft, with a glass in bis band.
P W. and J. air for bair.
9 So the first f. and C; the reft, eye, P. and all after infert nay before
Come, fifters, chear we up his fprights,
I'll charm the air to give a found,
Our duties did his welcome
[The witches dance, and vanifh.
Mach. Where are they? gone?-Let this pernicious hour
Stand ay accurfed in the kalendar.
Come in, without there!
Len. What's yout Grace's will?
Mach. Came they not by you?
Len. No indeed, my Lord.
Mach. Infected be the air whereon they ride,
And damn'd all thofe that truft them! I did hear
The galloping of horse. Who was 't came by?
Len. 'Tis two or three, my Lord, that bring you word,
Macduff is fled to England.
Mach. Fled to England?
Len. Ay, my good Lord.
Macb. "Time, thou anticipat'ft my dread exploits:
The flighty purpose never is o'ertook,
Unless the deed go with it. From this moment,
The very firftlings of my heart fhall be
s All before T. antique.
The 2d and 3d fo's and R. wizard
the 4th f. wizards.
F. here directs, [Afide. w The three laft fo's and R. firfiling.