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2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth'! hail to thee, | In which addition, hail, most worthy thane! thane of Cawdor!

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By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis ; Bat bow of Cawdor ? the thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman; and, to be king, Stands not within the prospect of belief, No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence You owe this strange intelligence? or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting ?-Speak, I charge [WITCHES vanish. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, [nish'd? And these are of them :-Whither are they vaMacb. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted

you.

As breath into the wind.-'Would they

staid !

had

Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak

about;

Or have we eaten of the insane root,

That takes the reason prisoner ?

Mucb. Your children shall be kings.
Ban. You shall be king.

Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it
not so?
[here?
Ban. To the self-same tune and words. Who's

Enter ROSSE and ANGUS.

Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth,

The news of thy success; and when he reads
Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
His wonders and his praises do contend,
Which should be thine, or his: Silenc'd with

that,

In viewing o'er the rest o'the self-same day, He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, Strange images of death. As thick as tale, ¶ Came post with post; and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, And pour'd them down before him.

Ang. We are sent,

To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;
To berald thee into his sight, not pay thee.
Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater ho-
Bour,

He bade me, from him, call thee thane of
Cawdor:

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For it is thine.

Ban. What, can the devil speak true? Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives: Why do you dress me In borrow'd robes ?

Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet;
But under heavy judgment bears that life
Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was
Combin'd with Norway; or did line the rebel
With hidden help and vantage; or that with
both

He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not;
But treasons capital, confess'd and prov'd,
Have overthrown him.

Macb. Glamis and thane of Cawdor:
The
greatest is
pains.--

behind.-Thanks for your

Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to
Promis'd no less to them?
[me,

Ban. That trusted home,

Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange :
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths;
Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.-
Cousins, a word, I pray you.

Macb. Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme.-I thank you, gentle-
This supernatural soliciting
[meu.-
Caunot be ill; cannot be good :-If ill,
Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Commencing in a truth? I am thaue of Caw-
dor:
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion ||
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature? Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings : [tical,
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantas-
Shakes so my single state of man, that function
Is smother'd in surmise; ** and nothing is,
But what is not.

Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt. Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,

Without my stir.

Ban. New honours come upon him Like our strange garments; cleave not to thei mould,

But with the aid of use.

Macb. Come what come may;

Time and the hour + runs through the roughest day.

Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.

Macb. Give me your favour: ‡‡-my dull brain was wrought [pains With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the Are register'd where every day I turn [time, Think upon what hath chanc'd; and, at more The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak Our free hearts each to other. Ban. Very gladly.

king;

Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends.
[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-Fores.-A Room in the Palace.
Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONAL-
BAIN, LENOX, and ATTENDANTS.
Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are
not

Those in commission yet return'd?

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Dun. There's no art,

|report, they have more in them than morie knowledge. When I burned in desire question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives + from the king, who all-hailed me, Thane of Cawdor; by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with Hail king that shait be! This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest purtner of greatness; that thom mightest not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell. Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promis'd:-Yet do I fear thy

To find the mind's construction in the face: t
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust.-O worthiest cousin!

Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSSE, and ANGUS.
The sin of my ingratitude even now
Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before,
That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less de-
serv'd ;

That the proportion both of thanks and payment
Might have been mine! only I have left to say,
More is thy due than more than all can pay.

Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part Is to receive our duties; and our duties Are to your throne and state, children, and

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I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
To make thee full of growing. I-Noble Banquo,
That hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known
No less to have done so, let me infold thee,
And hold thee to my heart.

Ban. There if I grow,
The harvest is your own.

Dun. My plenteous joys,

Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.-Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
And you whose places are the nearest, know,
We will establish our estate upon

[after,

Our eldest Malcolm; whom we name here-
The prince of Cumberland: which honour must
Not, unaccompanied, invest him only,
But sigus of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
On all deservers.-From hence to Inverness, §
And bind us further to you.

Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you:

I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful
The hearing of my wife with your approach;
So, humbly take my leave.

Dun. My worthy Cawdor!

Macb. The prince of Cumberland I-That is a step,

On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap,
[Aside.
For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires !
Let not light see my black and deep desires :
The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be,
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

[Exit. Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant ; ||

And in his commendations, I am fed;
It is a banquet to me. Let us after him,
Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome :
It is a peerless kinsman. [Flourish. Exeunt.

SCENE V.-Inverness.-A Room in
MACBETH's Castle.

nature;

It is too full o'the milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way: Thou would'st be great;

Art not without ambition; but without The illness should attend it. What thou would'st highly, [false, That would'st thou holily; would'st not play And yet would'st wrongly win: thou'd'st have great Glamis, [hare it;

That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thes
And that which rather thou dost fear to de,
Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee
hither,

That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;
And chastise with the valour of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round, ;
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seein
To have thee crown'd withal.-What is your
tidings?

Enter an ATTENDANT.

Attend. The King comes here to-night.
Lady M. Thou'rt mad to say it:

Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so,
Would have inform'd for preparation.

Attend. So please you, it is true; our thane is coming:

One of my fellows had the speed of him;
Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely

more

That would make up bis message.
Lady M. Give him tending,

He brings great news. The raven himself is
hoarse,
[Exit ATTENDANT.
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, come, you
spirits

That tend on mortal || thought, unsex me here;
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring
ministers,

Wherever in your sightless substances

You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,

And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife tt see not the wound it makes;

Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, Cawdor! To cry, Hold, Hold!--Great Glamis! worthy

Enter MACBETH

Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Thy letters have transported me beyond Enter Lady MACBETH, reading a letter. This ignorant present, and I feel now Lady M. They met me in the day of suc-The future in the instant. eess; and I have learned by the perfectest

• Owned, possessed.

+We cannot construe the disposition of the mind by the lineaments of the face.

Exuberant.

• The best intelligence.

↑ Messengers. Supernatural.

Murderous.

: Diadem. Pity. tt Knife scienti ttle. Beyond the

** Wrap as in a mantle. meant a sword or dagger. The wails of Macbeth's Castle at Inverness, are yet present time, which is according to the process of ma ¡Fuli as valiant as described.ture iguoraat of the future.

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Lady M. And when goes bence?

Macb. To-morrow,-as he purposes.
Lady M. Oh! never

Shall sun that morrow see!

MACBETH.

Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters :-To beguile the time,

Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent
flower,

But be the serpent under it. He that's coming
Must be provided for and you shall put
This night's great business into my despatch;
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
Macb. We will speak further.
Lady M. Only look up clear;
To alter favour⚫ ever is to fear:
Leave all the rest to me.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV. The same.-Before the Castle.
Hlautboys.-Servants of MACBETH attending.
Eater DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BAN-
QUO, LENOX, MACDUFF, ROSSE, ANGUS, and

Attendants.

SCENE VII.-The same.-A Room in the
Castle.

Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over
Sewer, and divers Ser-
the stage, a
vunts with dishes and service. Then enter |
MACBETH.

Mucb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then
'twere well

It were done quickly: If the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch,
With his surcease, success; that but this biow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon, this bank and shoal of time,
We'd jump the life to come.-But, in these

cases,

We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor: This even-hauded jus-
tice
Commends the ingredients of our poison'd
chalice

To our own lips. He's here in double trust:
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
Who should against his murderer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duu-
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against

can

Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air The deep damnation of his taking-off: Naubly and sweetly recommends itself

Unto our gentle senses.

Ban. This guest of summer,

The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's
breath

Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, buttress,
Nor coigne of 'vantage, but this bird hath
His pendent bed, and procreaut cradle: Where

made

they

Most breed and baunt, I have observ'd, the air
Is delicate.

Enter Lady MACBETH.

Dan. See, see! our honour'd bostess : The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble,

Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach

you,

How you shall bid God yield us for your pains,

And thank us for your trouble.

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Lady M. All our service

every point twice done, and then done
double,

were poor and single business, to contend
Against those honours deep and broad, where-
with

Your majesty loads our house: For those of old,
And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
We rest your hermits.

Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor?
We cours' him at the heels, and had a purpose
To be his parveyor: but he rides well;

And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp

bim

To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess,
We are your guest to-night.

Lady M. Your servants ever

Have their's, themselves, and what is their's, in

compt,

To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
Still to return your own.

Dun. Give me your hand:

Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly,
And shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave, hostess.

[Exeunt.

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And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd
Upon the sightless couriers + of the air,
Shal blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind.-I have no
spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself,
And falls on the other.-How now, what news!

Enter Lady MACBETH.

Lady M. He has almost supp'd; Why have
you left the chamber?
Macb. Hath he ask'd for me?
Lady M. Know you not, he has ?

Macb. We will proceed no further in this

business:

He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Not cast aside so soon.

Lady M. Was the hope drunk,

Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept
since?

And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely? From this time,
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valour,
Would'st thou have
As thou art in desire ?

that

Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem ;
Letting I dare not wait upon I would,
Like the poor cat i'the adage?

Macb. Pr'ythee, peace:

I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none.

Lady M. What beast was it then,
That made you break this enterprize to me?
When you durst do it, then you were a man ;
And, to be more than what you were, you
[place,
Nor time, no

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Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains
Will I with wine and wassel so convince, t
That memory, the warder of the brain,
Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason
A limbeck outy: When in swinish sleep
Their drenched natures lie, as in a death,
What cannot you and I perform upon
The unguarded Duncan what not put upon
His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt
Of our great quell? 5

Macb. Bring forth men-children only!
For thy undaunted mettle should compose
Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd,
When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy

two

Of his own chamber, and us'd their very daggers,

That they have don't?

Lady M. Who dares receive it other,

As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
Upon his death?

Macb. I am settled, and bend up
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
False face must hide what the false beart doth
know.
[Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE 1.-The same.-Court within the

Castle.

Enter BANQUO and FLEANCE, and a Servant, with a torch before them.

Ban. How goes the night, boy?

Would spend it in some words upon that busi

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[Exit Servant.

Is this a dagger, which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me
clutch thee :-

I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind; a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.

Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o'the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest: I see thee sti!!;
And on thy blade and dudgeon, gouts of blood,
Which was not so before.--There's no such
thing;

It is the bloody business, which informs
Thus to mine eyes.-Now o'er the one half
world

Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; now witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,

Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy
pace

With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design

Moves like a ghost.--Thou sure and firm-set earth,

Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear

Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the Thy very stones prate of my where-about,

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Who's there?

Macb. A friend.

Torch.

And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.-Whiles I threat, be lives;

Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath [A bell rings.

gives.

I go, and it is done! the bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell.

[Exit.

SCENE II.-The same.
Enter Lady MACBETH.
Lady M. That which hath made them drunk,
hath made me bold:

Ban. What, Sir, not yet at rest? The king's What hath quench'd them bath given me fire:

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By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms

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Scene II.

MACBETH.

He could not miss them.-Had he not resembied

My father as he slept, I had done't.-My husband?

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Who lies i'the second chamber?

Lady M. Donalbain.

Macb. This is a sorry sight.

(Looking on his hands. Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.

Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one cried, murder!

That they did wake each other; I stood and heard them :

But they did say their prayers, and address'd them

Again to sleep.

Lady M. There are two lodg'd together. Macb. One cried, God bless us! and Amen, the other;

As they had seen me, with these hangman's
hands,

Listening their fear-I could not say, Amen,
When they did say, God bless us.

Lady M. Consider it not so deeply.
Mach. But wherefore could not I pronounce
Ainen?

I had most need of blessing, and Amen
Stuck in my throat.

Lady M. These deeds must not be thought
After these ways; so, it will make us mad.
Macb. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep

no more.

Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep;

Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,

The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,

Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,

Chief nourisher in life's feast ;

Lady M. What do you mean?

Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more! to all
the house:

Glamis hath murder'd sleep; and therefore
Cawdor

Shall sleep no more. Macbeth shull sleep no

more!

Lady M. Who was it that thus cried? Why,

worthy thane,

You do unbend your noble strength, to think
So brainsickly of things :-Go, get some water,
And wash this filthy witness from your hand.-
Why did you bring these daggers from

place?

They must lie there: Go, carry them;

smear

The sleepy grooms with blood.

Macb. I'll go no more:

I am afraid to think what I have done;
Look out again, I dare not.

Lady M, Infirm of purpose!

Give

the

and

me the daggers: The sleeping and the

dead

Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood,
That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,

11 gild the faces of the grooms withal,

For it must seem their guilt.

Macb

[Exit. Knocking within.
Whence is that knocking?
As if.

Sleave is unwrought silk.

How is't with me, when every noise appals me?
What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out
mine eyes!

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will
rather

The multitudinous seas incarnardine,
Making the green-one red.

Re-enter Lady MACBETH.

Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but
[knocking
I shame
To wear a heart so white. [Knock.] I hear a
At the south entry :-retire we to our chamber:
A little water clears us of this deed:
How easy is it then? Your constancy
Hath left you unattended.-[Knocking] Hark!
more knocking:

Get on your nightgowit, lest occasion call us,
And show us to be watchers :-Be not lost
So poorly in your thoughts.

Macb. To know my deed,-'twere best not
[Knock.
know myself.
[Exeunt.

Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would
thou could'st!

SCENE III.-The same.

Enter a PORTER.-[Knocking within.] Port. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock: Who's there, i'the name of Belzebub? Here's a farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty: Come in time; have napkins+ enough about you; here you'll sweat for't. [Knocking.] Knock, knock: Who's there, i'the 'Faith, here's an equivocator, devil's name? that could swear in both the scales against either scale; who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven: O come in, equivocator. [Knocking.] Knock, knock, knock: Who's there? 'Faith here's an English tailor come hither for stealing out of a French hose: Come in, tailor; here you may roast your goose. [Knocking.] Knock, knock: Never at quiet! What are you?-But this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further: I had thought to have let in some of all professions, that go the primrose way to the ever lasting bonfire. [Knocking.] Anon, anon; pray you, remember the porter.

[Opens the gate,

Enter MACDUFF and LENOX. Mucd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went [to bed, That you do lie so late? Port. 'Faith, Sir, we were carousing till the second cock and drink, Sir, is a great provoker of three things.

Macd. What three things does drink especially provoke?

Port. Marry, Sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, Sir, it provokes and unprovokes: it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance: Therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.

Macd. I believe, drink gave thee the lie last night.

Port. That it did, Sir, i'the very throat o'me: But I requited him for his lie; and, I think, being too strong for him, though he took up iny legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him.

Macd. Is thy master stirring ?-
Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes.

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