Lady. I pray you speak not; he grows worfe and worfe, Queftion 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 Majefty!

Lady. Good-night to all.

[Exeunt Lords.

Macb. It will have blood, they fay blood will have blood: Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; Augurs that understood relations have

By mag-pies, and by choughs, and rooks brought forth
The fecret'ft man of blood. What is the night?

Lady. Almoft at odds with morning which is which. Mach. How fay'ft thou, that Macduff denies his perfon At our great bidding?

Lady. Did you fend to him, Sir?

Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will fend:
There's not a Thane of them, but in his house
I keep a fervant fee'd. I will to-morrow
(Betimes I will) unto the weird fifters.

More fhall they speak; for now I'm bent to know,
By the worst means, the worft, for mine own good ;
All caufes fhall give way, I am in blood
Stept in fo far, that should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as going o'er :
Strange things I have in head, that will to hand,
Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
Lady. You lack the season of all natures, fleep.
Mach. Come, we'll to fleep; my strange and self-abufe
Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use:

We're yet but young in deeds.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VI. The Heath. Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting Hecate, 1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecat'? you look angerly. Hec. Have I not reafon, beldams, as you are?

Sawcy, and over-bold, how did you dare

To trade and traffick with Macbeth,

In riddles and affairs of death?
And I the mistress of your charms,
The clofe contriver of all harms,

Was

Was never call'd to bear my part,
Or fhew the glory of our art?

And which is worse, all you have done
Hath been but for a wayward fon,

Spightful and wrathful, who, as others do,
Loves for his own ends, not for you.
But make amends now; get you gone,
And at the pit of Acheron

Meet me i'th' morning: thither he
Will come, to know his destiny;
Your veffels and your fpells provide,
Your charms, and every thing befide.
I am for th' air: this night I'll spend
Unto a difmal, fatal end.

Great bufinefs must be wrought ere noon;
Upon the corner of the moon,

There hangs a vap'rous drop, profound;
I'll catch it ere it come to ground:
And that diftill'd by magick flights,
Shall raife fuch artificial fprights,
As by the ftrength of their illufion,
Shall draw him on to his confufion.
He fhall fpurn fate, fcorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear :
you all know, fecurity

And

Is mortal's chiefest enemy.

[Mufick and a Song.

Hark, I am call'd: my little fpirit, fee,
Sits in the foggy cloud, and ftays for me.

&c.

[Sing within: Come away, come away, 1 Witch. Come, let's make hafte, she'll foon be back

again. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. Enter Lenox and another Lord. Len. My former fpeeches have but hit your thoughts, Which can interpret farther: only I fay

Things have been ftrangely born. The gracious Duncan Was pitied of Macbeth - marry he was dead:

And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late.

Whom you may fay, if't please you, Fleance kill'd,
For Fleance fled: men muft not walk too late.

You cannot want the thought, how monstrous too
It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain

To kill their gracious father, damned fact !
How did it grieve Macbeth? did he not straight
In pious rage the two delinquents tear,

That were the flaves of drink and thralls of fleep?
Was not that nobly done? ay, wifely too;
For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive
To hear the men deny't. So that I say
He has born all things well, and I do think
That had he Duncan's fons under his key,

(As an't please heav'n he shall not,) they fhould find
What 'twere to kill a father: fo fhould Fleance.
But peace! for from broad words, and 'caufe he fail'd
His prefence at the tyrant's feaft, I hear

Macduff lives in difgrace. Sir, can you tell
Where he beftows himself?

Lord. The fon of Duncan,

From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth,
Lives in the English Court, and is receiv'd
Of the most pious Edward, with fuch grace,
That the malevolence of fortune nothing
Takes from his high refpect. Thither Macduff
Is gone to pray the King upon his aid

To wake Northumberland, and warlike Siward;
That by the help of thefe, (with Him above
To ratify the work,) we may again

Give to our tables meat, fleep to our nights;
Free from our feafts and banquets bloody knives;
Do faithful homage, and receive free honours,

All which we pine for now. And this report
Hath fo exafp'rated the King, that he
Prepares for fome attempt.

Len. Sent he to Macduff?

Lord. He did; and with an abfolute, Sir, not I, The cloudy meffenger turns me his back,

And hums; as who fhould fay, you'll rue the time. That clogs me with this answer.

Len. And that well might

Advise him to a care to hold what distance
His wifdom can provide. Some holy angel
Wly to the Court of England, and unfold

His meffage ere he come! that a swift bleffing
May foon return to this our fuffering country,
Under a hand accurs'd!

Lord. I'll fend my prayers with him.

ACT IV.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.

A dark Cave, in the middle a great Cauldron burning. Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 1 Witch. Hrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.

TH

2 Witch. Twice and once the hedge-pig whin'd.

3 Witch. Harper cries, 'tis time, 'tis time. I Witch. Round about the cauldron go,

In the poifon'd entrails throw.

[They march round the Cauldron, and throw in the feveral ingredients as for the preparation of their charm.

Toad, that under the cold ftone,

Day and nights haft, thirty-one,
Swelter'd venom fleeping got;
Boil thou first i'th' charmed pot.
All. Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny fnake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog;
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog?
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's fting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing:
For a charm of pow'rful trouble,
Like a hell-broth, boil and bubble.

All. Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches mummy; maw, and gulf
Of the ravening falt fea-fhark;
Root of hemlock digg'd i' th' dark;
Liver of blafpheming Jew:
Gall of goat, and flips of yew,
Silver'd in the moon's eclipfe ;
Nole of Turk, and Tartar's lips ;

Finger of birth-ftrangled babe,
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab';
Make the gruel thick, and flab.
Add thereto a tiger's chawdron,
For th' ingredients of our cauldron.

All. Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble..

2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good.

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Enter Hecate, and other three Witches.
Hec. Oh! well done! I commend your pains,
And every one fhall fhare i'th' gains:
And now about the cauldron fing
Like elves and fairies in a ring,

Inchanting all that you put in.

Mufick and a Song.

Black Spirits and white,
Blue fpirits and gray,
Mingle, mingle, mingle,,

You that mingle may.

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2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs Something wicked this way comes:

Open locks, whoever knocks.

SCENE II.

Enter Macbeth.

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, (How-e'er you come to know it) anfwer me.

Though you untie the winds, and let them fight

Against the churches; though the yefty waves

Confound and fwallow navigation up;

Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown down,
Though caftles topple on their warders heads;

Though palaces and pyramids do Лlope

Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure
Of nature's germins tumble all together,

Ev'n 'till deftruction ficken: answer me

To what I ask you.

I Witch. Speak.

2 Witch.