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-
-The Tragedie of Macbeth
-
-Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.
-
-Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches.
-
-  1. When shall we three meet againe?
-In Thunder, Lightning, or in Raine?
-  2. When the Hurley-burley's done,
-When the Battaile's lost, and wonne
-
-   3. That will be ere the set of Sunne
-
-   1. Where the place?
-  2. Vpon the Heath
-
-   3. There to meet with Macbeth
-
-   1. I come, Gray-Malkin
-
-   All. Padock calls anon: faire is foule, and foule is faire,
-Houer through the fogge and filthie ayre.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-
-Scena Secunda.
-
-Alarum within. Enter King Malcome, Donalbaine, Lenox, with
-attendants,
-meeting a bleeding Captaine.
-
-  King. What bloody man is that? he can report,
-As seemeth by his plight, of the Reuolt
-The newest state
-
-   Mal. This is the Serieant,
-Who like a good and hardie Souldier fought
-'Gainst my Captiuitie: Haile braue friend;
-Say to the King, the knowledge of the Broyle,
-As thou didst leaue it
-
-   Cap. Doubtfull it stood,
-As two spent Swimmers, that doe cling together,
-And choake their Art: The mercilesse Macdonwald
-(Worthie to be a Rebell, for to that
-The multiplying Villanies of Nature
-Doe swarme vpon him) from the Westerne Isles
-Of Kernes and Gallowgrosses is supply'd,
-And Fortune on his damned Quarry smiling,
-Shew'd like a Rebells Whore: but all's too weake:
-For braue Macbeth (well hee deserues that Name)
-Disdayning Fortune, with his brandisht Steele,
-Which smoak'd with bloody execution
-(Like Valours Minion) caru'd out his passage,
-Till hee fac'd the Slaue:
-Which neu'r shooke hands, nor bad farwell to him,
-Till he vnseam'd him from the Naue toth' Chops,
-And fix'd his Head vpon our Battlements
-
-   King. O valiant Cousin, worthy Gentleman
-
-   Cap. As whence the Sunne 'gins his reflection,
-Shipwracking Stormes, and direfull Thunders:
-So from that Spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,
-Discomfort swells: Marke King of Scotland, marke,
-No sooner Iustice had, with Valour arm'd,
-Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heeles,
-But the Norweyan Lord, surueying vantage,
-With furbusht Armes, and new supplyes of men,
-Began a fresh assault
-
-   King. Dismay'd not this our Captaines, Macbeth and
-Banquoh?
-  Cap. Yes, as Sparrowes, Eagles;
-Or the Hare, the Lyon:
-If I say sooth, I must report they were
-As Cannons ouer-charg'd with double Cracks,
-So they doubly redoubled stroakes vpon the Foe:
-Except they meant to bathe in reeking Wounds,
-Or memorize another Golgotha,
-I cannot tell: but I am faint,
-My Gashes cry for helpe
-
-   King. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds,
-They smack of Honor both: Goe get him Surgeons.
-Enter Rosse and Angus.
-
-Who comes here?
-  Mal. The worthy Thane of Rosse
-
-   Lenox. What a haste lookes through his eyes?
-So should he looke, that seemes to speake things strange
-
-   Rosse. God saue the King
-
-   King. Whence cam'st thou, worthy Thane?
-  Rosse. From Fiffe, great King,
-Where the Norweyan Banners flowt the Skie,
-And fanne our people cold.
-Norway himselfe, with terrible numbers,
-Assisted by that most disloyall Traytor,
-The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismall Conflict,
-Till that Bellona's Bridegroome, lapt in proofe,
-Confronted him with selfe-comparisons,
-Point against Point, rebellious Arme 'gainst Arme,
-Curbing his lauish spirit: and to conclude,
-The Victorie fell on vs
-
-   King. Great happinesse
-
-   Rosse. That now Sweno, the Norwayes King,
-Craues composition:
-Nor would we deigne him buriall of his men,
-Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes ynch,
-Ten thousand Dollars, to our generall vse
-
-   King. No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceiue
-Our Bosome interest: Goe pronounce his present death,
-And with his former Title greet Macbeth
-
-   Rosse. Ile see it done
-
-   King. What he hath lost, Noble Macbeth hath wonne.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-
-Scena Tertia.
-
-Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
-
-  1. Where hast thou beene, Sister?
-  2. Killing Swine
-
-   3. Sister, where thou?
-  1. A Saylors Wife had Chestnuts in her Lappe,
-And mouncht, & mouncht, and mouncht:
-Giue me, quoth I.
-Aroynt thee, Witch, the rumpe-fed Ronyon cryes.
-Her Husband's to Aleppo gone, Master o'th' Tiger:
-But in a Syue Ile thither sayle,
-And like a Rat without a tayle,
-Ile doe, Ile doe, and Ile doe
-
-   2. Ile giue thee a Winde
-
-   1. Th'art kinde
-
-   3. And I another
-
-   1. I my selfe haue all the other,
-And the very Ports they blow,
-All the Quarters that they know,
-I'th' Ship-mans Card.
-Ile dreyne him drie as Hay:
-Sleepe shall neyther Night nor Day
-Hang vpon his Pent-house Lid:
-He shall liue a man forbid:
-Wearie Seu'nights, nine times nine,
-Shall he dwindle, peake, and pine:
-Though his Barke cannot be lost,
-Yet it shall be Tempest-tost.
-Looke what I haue
-
-   2. Shew me, shew me
-
-   1. Here I haue a Pilots Thumbe,
-Wrackt, as homeward he did come.
-
-Drum within.
-
-  3. A Drumme, a Drumme:
-Macbeth doth come
-
-   All. The weyward Sisters, hand in hand,
-Posters of the Sea and Land,
-Thus doe goe, about, about,
-Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
-And thrice againe, to make vp nine.
-Peace, the Charme's wound vp.
-Enter Macbeth and Banquo.
-
-  Macb. So foule and faire a day I haue not seene
-
-   Banquo. How farre is't call'd to Soris? What are these,
-So wither'd, and so wilde in their attyre,
-That looke not like th' Inhabitants o'th' Earth,
-And yet are on't? Liue you, or are you aught
-That man may question? you seeme to vnderstand me,
-By each at once her choppie finger laying
-Vpon her skinnie Lips: you should be Women,
-And yet your Beards forbid me to interprete
-That you are so
-
-   Mac. Speake if you can: what are you?
-  1. All haile Macbeth, haile to thee Thane of Glamis
-
-   2. All haile Macbeth, haile to thee Thane of Cawdor
-
-   3. All haile Macbeth, that shalt be King hereafter
-
-   Banq. Good Sir, why doe you start, and seeme to feare
-Things that doe sound so faire? i'th' name of truth
-Are ye fantasticall, or that indeed
-Which outwardly ye shew? My Noble Partner
-You greet with present Grace, and great prediction
-Of Noble hauing, and of Royall hope,
-That he seemes wrapt withall: to me you speake not.
-If you can looke into the Seedes of Time,
-And say, which Graine will grow, and which will not,
-Speake then to me, who neyther begge, nor feare
-Your fauors, nor your hate
-
-   1. Hayle
-
-   2. Hayle
-
-   3. Hayle
-
-   1. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater
-
-   2. Not so happy, yet much happyer
-
-   3. Thou shalt get Kings, though thou be none:
-So all haile Macbeth, and Banquo
-
-   1. Banquo, and Macbeth, all haile
-
-   Macb. Stay you imperfect Speakers, tell me more:
-By Sinells death, I know I am Thane of Glamis,
-But how, of Cawdor? the Thane of Cawdor liues
-A prosperous Gentleman: And to be King,
-Stands not within the prospect of beleefe,
-No more then to be Cawdor. Say from whence
-You owe this strange Intelligence, or why
-Vpon this blasted Heath you stop our way
-With such Prophetique greeting?
-Speake, I charge you.
-
-Witches vanish.
-
-  Banq. The Earth hath bubbles, as the Water ha's,
-And these are of them: whither are they vanish'd?
-  Macb. Into the Ayre: and what seem'd corporall,
-Melted, as breath into the Winde.
-Would they had stay'd
-
-   Banq. Were such things here, as we doe speake about?
-Or haue we eaten on the insane Root,
-That takes the Reason Prisoner?
-  Macb. Your Children shall be Kings
-
-   Banq. You shall be King
-
-   Macb. And Thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?
-  Banq. Toth' selfe-same tune and words: who's here?
-Enter Rosse and Angus.
-
-  Rosse. The King hath happily receiu'd, Macbeth,
-The newes of thy successe: and when he reades
-Thy personall Venture in the Rebels sight,
-His Wonders and his Prayses doe contend,
-Which should be thine, or his: silenc'd with that,
-In viewing o're the rest o'th' selfe-same day,
-He findes thee in the stout Norweyan Rankes,
-Nothing afeard of what thy selfe didst make
-Strange Images of death, as thick as Tale
-Can post with post, and euery one did beare
-Thy prayses in his Kingdomes great defence,
-And powr'd them downe before him
-
-   Ang. Wee are sent,
-To giue thee from our Royall Master thanks,
-Onely to harrold thee into his sight,
-Not pay thee
-
-   Rosse. And for an earnest of a greater Honor,
-He bad me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor:
-In which addition, haile most worthy Thane,
-For it is thine
-
-   Banq. What, can the Deuill speake true?
-  Macb. The Thane of Cawdor liues:
-Why doe you dresse me in borrowed Robes?
-  Ang. Who was the Thane, liues yet,
-But vnder heauie Iudgement beares that Life,
-Which he deserues to loose.
-Whether he was combin'd with those of Norway,
-Or did lyne the Rebell with hidden helpe,
-And vantage; or that with both he labour'd
-In his Countreyes wracke, I know not:
-But Treasons Capitall, confess'd, and prou'd,
-Haue ouerthrowne him
-
-   Macb. Glamys, and Thane of Cawdor:
-The greatest is behinde. Thankes for your paines.
-Doe you not hope your Children shall be Kings,
-When those that gaue the Thane of Cawdor to me,
-Promis'd no lesse to them
-
-   Banq. That trusted home,
-Might yet enkindle you vnto the Crowne,
-Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange:
-And oftentimes, to winne vs to our harme,
-The Instruments of Darknesse tell vs Truths,
-Winne vs with honest Trifles, to betray's
-In deepest consequence.
-Cousins, a word, I pray you
-
-   Macb. Two Truths are told,
-As happy Prologues to the swelling Act
-Of the Imperiall Theame. I thanke you Gentlemen:
-This supernaturall solliciting
-Cannot be ill; cannot be good.
-If ill? why hath it giuen me earnest of successe,
-Commencing in a Truth? I am Thane of Cawdor.
-If good? why doe I yeeld to that suggestion,
-Whose horrid Image doth vnfixe my Heire,
-And make my seated Heart knock at my Ribbes,
-Against the vse of Nature? Present Feares
-Are lesse then horrible Imaginings:
-My Thought, whose Murther yet is but fantasticall,
-Shakes so my single state of Man,
-That Function is smother'd in surmise,
-And nothing is, but what is not
-
-   Banq. Looke how our Partner's rapt
-
-   Macb. If Chance will haue me King,
-Why Chance may Crowne me,
-Without my stirre
-
-   Banq. New Honors come vpon him
-Like our strange Garments, cleaue not to their mould,
-But with the aid of vse
-
-   Macb. Come what come may,
-Time, and the Houre, runs through the roughest Day
-
-   Banq. Worthy Macbeth, wee stay vpon your leysure
-
-   Macb. Giue me your fauour:
-My dull Braine was wrought with things forgotten.
-Kinde Gentlemen, your paines are registred,
-Where euery day I turne the Leafe,
-To reade them.
-Let vs toward the King: thinke vpon
-What hath chanc'd: and at more time,
-The Interim hauing weigh'd it, let vs speake
-Our free Hearts each to other
-
-   Banq. Very gladly
-
-   Macb. Till then enough:
-Come friends.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-
-Scena Quarta.
-
-Flourish. Enter King, Lenox, Malcolme, Donalbaine, and
-Attendants.
-
-  King. Is execution done on Cawdor?
-Or not those in Commission yet return'd?
-  Mal. My Liege, they are not yet come back.
-But I haue spoke with one that saw him die:
-Who did report, that very frankly hee
-Confess'd his Treasons, implor'd your Highnesse Pardon,
-And set forth a deepe Repentance:
-Nothing in his Life became him,
-Like the leauing it. Hee dy'de,
-As one that had beene studied in his death,
-To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,
-As 'twere a carelesse Trifle
-
-   King. There's no Art,
-To finde the Mindes construction in the Face.
-He was a Gentleman, on whom I built
-An absolute Trust.
-Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus.
-
-O worthyest Cousin,
-The sinne of my Ingratitude euen now
-Was heauie on me. Thou art so farre before,
-That swiftest Wing of Recompence is slow,
-To ouertake thee. Would thou hadst lesse deseru'd,
-That the proportion both of thanks, and payment,
-Might haue beene mine: onely I haue left to say,
-More is thy due, then more then all can pay
-
-   Macb. The seruice, and the loyaltie I owe,
-In doing it, payes it selfe.
-Your Highnesse part, is to receiue our Duties:
-And our Duties are to your Throne, and State,
-Children, and Seruants; which doe but what they should,
-By doing euery thing safe toward your Loue
-And Honor
-
-   King. Welcome hither:
-I haue begun to plant thee, and will labour
-To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,
-That hast no lesse deseru'd, nor must be knowne
-No lesse to haue done so: Let me enfold thee,
-And hold thee to my Heart
-
-   Banq. There if I grow,
-The Haruest is your owne
-
-   King. My plenteous Ioyes,
-Wanton in fulnesse, seeke to hide themselues
-In drops of sorrow. Sonnes, Kinsmen, Thanes,
-And you whose places are the nearest, know,
-We will establish our Estate vpon
-Our eldest, Malcolme, whom we name hereafter,
-The Prince of Cumberland: which Honor must
-Not vnaccompanied, inuest him onely,
-But signes of Noblenesse, like Starres, shall shine
-On all deseruers. From hence to Envernes,
-And binde vs further to you
-
-   Macb. The Rest is Labor, which is not vs'd for you:
-Ile be my selfe the Herbenger, and make ioyfull
-The hearing of my Wife, with your approach:
-So humbly take my leaue
-
-   King. My worthy Cawdor
-
-   Macb. The Prince of Cumberland: that is a step,
-On which I must fall downe, or else o're-leape,
-For in my way it lyes. Starres hide your fires,
-Let not Light see my black and deepe desires:
-The Eye winke at the Hand: yet let that bee,
-Which the Eye feares, when it is done to see.
-Enter.
-
-  King. True worthy Banquo: he is full so valiant,
-And in his commendations, I am fed:
-It is a Banquet to me. Let's after him,
-Whose care is gone before, to bid vs welcome:
-It is a peerelesse Kinsman.
-
-Flourish. Exeunt.
-
-
-Scena Quinta.
-
-Enter Macbeths Wife alone with a Letter.
-
-  Lady. They met me in the day of successe: and I haue
-learn'd by the perfect'st report, they haue more in them, then
-mortall knowledge. When I burnt in desire to question them
-further, they made themselues Ayre, into which they vanish'd.
-Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came Missiues from
-the King, who all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor, by which Title
-before, these weyward Sisters saluted me, and referr'd me to
-the comming on of time, with haile King that shalt be. This
-haue I thought good to deliuer thee (my dearest Partner of
-Greatnesse) that thou might'st not loose the dues of reioycing
-by being ignorant of what Greatnesse is promis'd thee. Lay
-it to thy heart and farewell.
-Glamys thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be
-What thou art promis'd: yet doe I feare thy Nature,
-It is too full o'th' Milke of humane kindnesse,
-To catch the neerest way. Thou would'st be great,
-Art not without Ambition, but without
-The illnesse should attend it. What thou would'st highly,
-That would'st thou holily: would'st not play false,
-And yet would'st wrongly winne.
-Thould'st haue, great Glamys, that which cryes,
-Thus thou must doe, if thou haue it;
-And that which rather thou do'st feare to doe,
-Then wishest should be vndone. High thee hither,
-That I may powre my Spirits in thine Eare,
-And chastise with the valour of my Tongue
-All that impeides thee from the Golden Round,
-Which Fate and Metaphysicall ayde doth seeme
-To haue thee crown'd withall.
-Enter Messenger.
-
-What is your tidings?
-  Mess. The King comes here to Night
-
-   Lady. Thou'rt mad to say it.
-Is not thy Master with him? who, wer't so,
-Would haue inform'd for preparation
-
-   Mess. So please you, it is true: our Thane is comming:
-One of my fellowes had the speed of him;
-Who almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
-Then would make vp his Message
-
-   Lady. Giue him tending,
-He brings great newes,
-
-Exit Messenger.
-
-The Rauen himselfe is hoarse,
-That croakes the fatall entrance of Duncan
-Vnder my Battlements. Come you Spirits,
-That tend on mortall thoughts, vnsex me here,
-And fill me from the Crowne to the Toe, top-full
-Of direst Crueltie: make thick my blood,
-Stop vp th' accesse, and passage to Remorse,
-That no compunctious visitings of Nature
-Shake my fell purpose, nor keepe peace betweene
-Th' effect, and hit. Come to my Womans Brests,
-And take my Milke for Gall, you murth'ring Ministers,
-Where-euer, in your sightlesse substances,
-You wait on Natures Mischiefe. Come thick Night,
-And pall thee in the dunnest smoake of Hell,
-
-That my keene Knife see not the Wound it makes,
-Nor Heauen peepe through the Blanket of the darke,
-To cry, hold, hold.
-Enter Macbeth.
-
-Great Glamys, worthy Cawdor,
-Greater then both, by the all-haile hereafter,
-Thy Letters haue transported me beyond
-This ignorant present, and I feele now
-The future in the instant
-
-   Macb. My dearest Loue,
-Duncan comes here to Night
-
-   Lady. And when goes hence?
-  Macb. To morrow, as he purposes
-
-   Lady. O neuer,
-Shall Sunne that Morrow see.
-Your Face, my Thane, is as a Booke, where men
-May reade strange matters, to beguile the time.
-Looke like the time, beare welcome in your Eye,
-Your Hand, your Tongue: looke like th' innocent flower,
-But be the Serpent vnder't. He that's comming,
-Must be prouided for: and you shall put
-This Nights great Businesse into my dispatch,
-Which shall to all our Nights, and Dayes to come,
-Giue solely soueraigne sway, and Masterdome
-
-   Macb. We will speake further,
-  Lady. Onely looke vp cleare:
-To alter fauor, euer is to feare:
-Leaue all the rest to me.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-
-Scena Sexta.
-
-Hoboyes, and Torches. Enter King, Malcolme, Donalbaine,
-Banquo, Lenox,
-Macduff, Rosse, Angus, and Attendants.
-
-  King. This Castle hath a pleasant seat,
-The ayre nimbly and sweetly recommends it selfe
-Vnto our gentle sences
-
-   Banq. This Guest of Summer,
-The Temple-haunting Barlet does approue,
-By his loued Mansonry, that the Heauens breath
-Smells wooingly here: no Iutty frieze,
-Buttrice, nor Coigne of Vantage, but this Bird
-Hath made his pendant Bed, and procreant Cradle,
-Where they must breed, and haunt: I haue obseru'd
-The ayre is delicate.
-Enter Lady.
-
-  King. See, see our honor'd Hostesse:
-The Loue that followes vs, sometime is our trouble,
-Which still we thanke as Loue. Herein I teach you,
-How you shall bid God-eyld vs for your paines,
-And thanke vs for your trouble
-
-   Lady. All our seruice,
-In euery point twice done, and then done double,
-Were poore, and single Businesse, to contend
-Against those Honors deepe, and broad,
-Wherewith your Maiestie loades our House:
-For those of old, and the late Dignities,
-Heap'd vp to them, we rest your Ermites
-
-   King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor?
-We courst him at the heeles, and had a purpose
-To be his Purueyor: But he rides well,
-And his great Loue (sharpe as his Spurre) hath holp him
-To his home before vs: Faire and Noble Hostesse
-We are your guest to night
-
-   La. Your Seruants euer,
-Haue theirs, themselues, and what is theirs in compt,
-To make their Audit at your Highnesse pleasure,
-Still to returne your owne
-
-   King. Giue me your hand:
-Conduct me to mine Host we loue him highly,
-And shall continue, our Graces towards him.
-By your leaue Hostesse.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-Scena Septima.
-
-Hoboyes. Torches. Enter a Sewer, and diuers Seruants with Dishes
-and
-Seruice ouer the Stage. Then enter Macbeth
-
-   Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twer well,
-It were done quickly: If th' Assassination
-Could trammell vp the Consequence, and catch
-With his surcease, Successe: that but this blow
-Might be the be all, and the end all. Heere,
-But heere, vpon this Banke and Schoole of time,
-Wee'ld iumpe the life to come. But in these Cases,
-We still haue iudgement heere, that we but teach
-Bloody Instructions, which being taught, returne
-To plague th' Inuenter, this euen-handed Iustice
-Commends th' Ingredience of our poyson'd Challice
-To our owne lips. Hee's heere in double trust;
-First, as I am his Kinsman, and his Subiect,
-Strong both against the Deed: Then, as his Host,
-Who should against his Murtherer shut the doore,
-Not beare the knife my selfe. Besides, this Duncane
-Hath borne his Faculties so meeke; hath bin
-So cleere in his great Office, that his Vertues
-Will pleade like Angels, Trumpet-tongu'd against
-The deepe damnation of his taking off:
-And Pitty, like a naked New-borne-Babe,
-Striding the blast, or Heauens Cherubin, hors'd
-Vpon the sightlesse Curriors of the Ayre,
-Shall blow the horrid deed in euery eye,
-That teares shall drowne the winde. I haue no Spurre
-To pricke the sides of my intent, but onely
-Vaulting Ambition, which ore-leapes it selfe,
-And falles on th' other.
-Enter Lady.
-
-How now? What Newes?
-  La. He has almost supt: why haue you left the chamber?
-  Mac. Hath he ask'd for me?
-  La. Know you not, he ha's?
-  Mac. We will proceed no further in this Businesse:
-He hath Honour'd me of late, and I haue bought
-Golden Opinions from all sorts of people,
-Which would be worne now in their newest glosse,
-Not cast aside so soone
-
-   La. Was the hope drunke,
-Wherein you drest your selfe? Hath it slept since?
-And wakes it now to looke so greene, and pale,
-At what it did so freely? From this time,
-Such I account thy loue. Art thou affear'd
-To be the same in thine owne Act, and Valour,
-As thou art in desire? Would'st thou haue that
-Which thou esteem'st the Ornament of Life,
-And liue a Coward in thine owne Esteeme?
-Letting I dare not, wait vpon I would,
-Like the poore Cat i'th' Addage
-
-   Macb. Prythee peace:
-I dare do all that may become a man,
-Who dares do more, is none
-
-   La. What Beast was't then
-That made you breake this enterprize to me?
-When you durst do it, then you were a man:
-And to be more then what you were, you would
-Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place
-Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:
-They haue made themselues, and that their fitnesse now
-Do's vnmake you. I haue giuen Sucke, and know
-How tender 'tis to loue the Babe that milkes me,
-I would, while it was smyling in my Face,
-Haue pluckt my Nipple from his Bonelesse Gummes,
-And dasht the Braines out, had I so sworne
-As you haue done to this
-
-   Macb. If we should faile?
-  Lady. We faile?
-But screw your courage to the sticking place,
-And wee'le not fayle: when Duncan is asleepe,
-(Whereto the rather shall his dayes hard Iourney
-Soundly inuite him) his two Chamberlaines
-Will I with Wine, and Wassell, so conuince,
-That Memorie, the Warder of the Braine,
-Shall be a Fume, and the Receit of Reason
-A Lymbeck onely: when in Swinish sleepe,
-Their drenched Natures lyes as in a Death,
-What cannot you and I performe vpon
-Th' vnguarded Duncan? What not put vpon
-His spungie Officers? who shall beare the guilt
-Of our great quell
-
-   Macb. Bring forth Men-Children onely:
-For thy vndaunted Mettle should compose
-Nothing but Males. Will it not be receiu'd,
-When we haue mark'd with blood those sleepie two
-Of his owne Chamber, and vs'd their very Daggers,
-That they haue don't?
-  Lady. Who dares receiue it other,
-As we shall make our Griefes and Clamor rore,
-Vpon his Death?
-  Macb. I am settled, and bend vp
-Each corporall Agent to this terrible Feat.
-Away, and mock the time with fairest show,
-False Face must hide what the false Heart doth know.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-
-Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.
-
-Enter Banquo, and Fleance, with a Torch before him.
-
-  Banq. How goes the Night, Boy?
-  Fleance. The Moone is downe: I haue not heard the
-Clock
-
-   Banq. And she goes downe at Twelue
-
-   Fleance. I take't, 'tis later, Sir
-
-   Banq. Hold, take my Sword:
-There's Husbandry in Heauen,
-Their Candles are all out: take thee that too.
-A heauie Summons lyes like Lead vpon me,
-And yet I would not sleepe:
-Mercifull Powers, restraine in me the cursed thoughts
-That Nature giues way to in repose.
-Enter Macbeth, and a Seruant with a Torch.
-
-Giue me my Sword: who's there?
-  Macb. A Friend
-
-   Banq. What Sir, not yet at rest? the King's a bed.
-He hath beene in vnusuall Pleasure,
-And sent forth great Largesse to your Offices.
-This Diamond he greetes your Wife withall,
-By the name of most kind Hostesse,
-And shut vp in measurelesse content
-
-   Mac. Being vnprepar'd,
-Our will became the seruant to defect,
-Which else should free haue wrought
-
-   Banq. All's well.
-I dreamt last Night of the three weyward Sisters:
-To you they haue shew'd some truth
-
-   Macb. I thinke not of them:
-Yet when we can entreat an houre to serue,
-We would spend it in some words vpon that Businesse,
-If you would graunt the time
-
-   Banq. At your kind'st leysure
-
-   Macb. If you shall cleaue to my consent,
-When 'tis, it shall make Honor for you
-
-   Banq. So I lose none,
-In seeking to augment it, but still keepe
-My Bosome franchis'd, and Allegeance cleare,
-I shall be counsail'd
-
-   Macb. Good repose the while
-
-   Banq. Thankes Sir: the like to you.
-
-Exit Banquo.
-
-  Macb. Goe bid thy Mistresse, when my drinke is ready,
-She strike vpon the Bell. Get thee to bed.
-Enter.
-
-Is this a Dagger, which I see before me,
-The Handle toward my Hand? Come, let me clutch thee:
-I haue thee not, and yet I see thee still.
-Art thou not fatall Vision, sensible
-To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but
-A Dagger of the Minde, a false Creation,
-Proceeding from the heat-oppressed Braine?
-I see thee yet, in forme as palpable,
-As this which now I draw.
-Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going,
-And such an Instrument I was to vse.
-Mine Eyes are made the fooles o'th' other Sences,
-Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still;
-And on thy Blade, and Dudgeon, Gouts of Blood,
-Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
-It is the bloody Businesse, which informes
-Thus to mine Eyes. Now o're the one halfe World
-Nature seemes dead, and wicked Dreames abuse
-The Curtain'd sleepe: Witchcraft celebrates
-Pale Heccats Offrings: and wither'd Murther,
-Alarum'd by his Centinell, the Wolfe,
-Whose howle's his Watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
-With Tarquins rauishing sides, towards his designe
-Moues like a Ghost. Thou sowre and firme-set Earth
-Heare not my steps, which they may walke, for feare
-Thy very stones prate of my where-about,
-And take the present horror from the time,
-Which now sutes with it. Whiles I threat, he liues:
-Words to the heat of deedes too cold breath giues.
-
-A Bell rings.
-
-I goe, and it is done: the Bell inuites me.
-Heare it not, Duncan, for it is a Knell,
-That summons thee to Heauen, or to Hell.
-Enter.
-
-
-Scena Secunda.
-
-Enter Lady.
-
-  La. That which hath made the[m] drunk, hath made me bold:
-What hath quench'd them, hath giuen me fire.
-Hearke, peace: it was the Owle that shriek'd,
-The fatall Bell-man, which giues the stern'st good-night.
-He is about it, the Doores are open:
-And the surfeted Groomes doe mock their charge
-With Snores. I haue drugg'd their Possets,
-That Death and Nature doe contend about them,
-Whether they liue, or dye.
-Enter Macbeth.
-
-  Macb. Who's there? what hoa?
-  Lady. Alack, I am afraid they haue awak'd,
-And 'tis not done: th' attempt, and not the deed,
-Confounds vs: hearke: I lay'd their Daggers ready,
-He could not misse 'em. Had he not resembled
-My Father as he slept, I had don't.
-My Husband?
-  Macb. I haue done the deed:
-Didst thou not heare a noyse?
-  Lady. I heard the Owle schreame, and the Crickets cry.
-Did not you speake?
-  Macb. When?
-  Lady. Now
-
-   Macb. As I descended?
-  Lady. I
-
-   Macb. Hearke, who lyes i'th' second Chamber?
-  Lady. Donalbaine
-
-   Mac. This is a sorry sight
-
-   Lady. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight
-
-   Macb. There's one did laugh in's sleepe,
-And one cry'd Murther, that they did wake each other:
-I stood, and heard them: But they did say their Prayers,
-And addrest them againe to sleepe
-
-   Lady. There are two lodg'd together
-
-   Macb. One cry'd God blesse vs, and Amen the other,
-As they had seene me with these Hangmans hands:
-Listning their feare, I could not say Amen,
-When they did say God blesse vs
-
-   Lady. Consider it not so deepely
-
-   Mac. But wherefore could not I pronounce Amen?
-I had most need of Blessing, and Amen stuck in my throat
-
-   Lady. These deeds must not be thought
-After these wayes: so, it will make vs mad
-
-   Macb. Me thought I heard a voyce cry, Sleep no more:
-Macbeth does murther Sleepe, the innocent Sleepe,
-Sleepe that knits vp the rauel'd Sleeue of Care,
-The death of each dayes Life, sore Labors Bath,
-Balme of hurt Mindes, great Natures second Course,
-Chiefe nourisher in Life's Feast
-
-   Lady. What doe you meane?
-  Macb. Still it cry'd, Sleepe no more to all the House:
-Glamis hath murther'd Sleepe, and therefore Cawdor
-Shall sleepe no more: Macbeth shall sleepe no more
-
-   Lady. Who was it, that thus cry'd? why worthy Thane,
-You doe vnbend your Noble strength, to thinke
-So braine-sickly of things: Goe get some Water,
-And wash this filthie Witnesse from your Hand.
-Why did you bring these Daggers from the place?
-They must lye there: goe carry them, and smeare
-The sleepie Groomes with blood
-
-   Macb. Ile goe no more:
-I am afraid, to thinke what I haue done:
-Looke on't againe, I dare not
-
-   Lady. Infirme of purpose:
-Giue me the Daggers: the sleeping, and the dead,
-Are but as Pictures: 'tis the Eye of Childhood,
-That feares a painted Deuill. If he doe bleed,
-Ile guild the Faces of the Groomes withall,
-For it must seeme their Guilt.
-Enter.
-
-Knocke within.
-
-  Macb. Whence is that knocking?
-How is't with me, when euery noyse appalls me?
-What Hands are here? hah: they pluck out mine Eyes.
-Will all great Neptunes Ocean wash this blood
-Cleane from my Hand? no: this my Hand will rather
-The multitudinous Seas incarnardine,
-Making the Greene one, Red.
-Enter Lady.
-
-  Lady. My Hands are of your colour: but I shame
-To weare a Heart so white.
-
-Knocke.
-
-I heare a knocking at the South entry:
-Retyre we to our Chamber:
-A little Water cleares vs of this deed.
-How easie is it then? your Constancie
-Hath left you vnattended.
-
-Knocke.
-
-Hearke, more knocking.
-Get on your Night-Gowne, least occasion call vs,
-And shew vs to be Watchers: be not lost
-So poorely in your thoughts
-
-   Macb. To know my deed,
-
-Knocke.
-
-'Twere best not know my selfe.
-Wake Duncan with thy knocking:
-I would thou could'st.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-
-Scena Tertia.
-
-Enter a Porter. Knocking within.
-
-  Porter. Here's a knocking indeede: if a man were
-Porter of Hell Gate, hee should haue old turning the
-Key.
-
-Knock.
-
-Knock, Knock, Knock. Who's there
-i'th' name of Belzebub? Here's a Farmer, that hang'd
-himselfe on th' expectation of Plentie: Come in time, haue
-Napkins enow about you, here you'le sweat for't.
-
-Knock.
-
-Knock, knock. Who's there in th' other Deuils Name?
-Faith here's an Equiuocator, that could sweare in both
-the Scales against eyther Scale, who committed Treason
-enough for Gods sake, yet could not equiuocate to Heauen:
-oh come in, Equiuocator.
-
-Knock.
-
-Knock, Knock, Knock. Who's there? 'Faith here's an English
-Taylor come hither, for stealing out of a French Hose:
-Come in Taylor, here you may rost your Goose.
-Knock.
-
-Knock, Knock. Neuer at quiet: What are you? but this
-place is too cold for Hell. Ile Deuill-Porter it no further:
-I had thought to haue let in some of all Professions, that
-goe the Primrose way to th' euerlasting Bonfire.
-
-Knock.
-
-Anon, anon, I pray you remember the Porter.
-Enter Macduff, and Lenox.
-
-  Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to Bed,
-That you doe lye so late?
-  Port. Faith Sir, we were carowsing till the second Cock:
-And Drinke, Sir, is a great prouoker of three things
-
-   Macd. What three things does Drinke especially
-prouoke?
-  Port. Marry, Sir, Nose-painting, Sleepe, and Vrine.
-Lecherie, Sir, it prouokes, and vnprouokes: it prouokes
-the desire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore
-much Drinke may be said to be an Equiuocator with Lecherie:
-it makes him, and it marres him; it sets him on,
-and it takes him off; it perswades him, and dis-heartens
-him; makes him stand too, and not stand too: in conclusion,
-equiuocates him in a sleepe, and giuing him the Lye,
-leaues him
-
-   Macd. I beleeue, Drinke gaue thee the Lye last Night
-
-   Port. That it did, Sir, i'the very Throat on me: but I
-requited him for his Lye, and (I thinke) being too strong
-for him, though he tooke vp my Legges sometime, yet I
-made a Shift to cast him.
-Enter Macbeth.
-
-  Macd. Is thy Master stirring?
-Our knocking ha's awak'd him: here he comes
-
-   Lenox. Good morrow, Noble Sir
-
-   Macb. Good morrow both
-
-   Macd. Is the King stirring, worthy Thane?
-  Macb. Not yet
-
-   Macd. He did command me to call timely on him,
-I haue almost slipt the houre
-
-   Macb. Ile bring you to him
-
-   Macd. I know this is a ioyfull trouble to you:
-But yet 'tis one
-
-   Macb. The labour we delight in, Physicks paine:
-This is the Doore
-
-   Macd. Ile make so bold to call, for 'tis my limitted
-seruice.
-
-Exit Macduffe.
-
-  Lenox. Goes the King hence to day?
-  Macb. He does: he did appoint so
-
-   Lenox. The Night ha's been vnruly:
-Where we lay, our Chimneys were blowne downe,
-And (as they say) lamentings heard i'th' Ayre;
-Strange Schreemes of Death,
-And Prophecying, with Accents terrible,
-Of dyre Combustion, and confus'd Euents,
-New hatch'd toth' wofull time.
-The obscure Bird clamor'd the liue-long Night.
-Some say, the Earth was Feuorous,
-And did shake
-
-   Macb. 'Twas a rough Night
-
-   Lenox. My young remembrance cannot paralell
-A fellow to it.
-Enter Macduff.
-
-  Macd. O horror, horror, horror,
-Tongue nor Heart cannot conceiue, nor name thee
-
-   Macb. and Lenox. What's the matter?
-  Macd. Confusion now hath made his Master-peece:
-Most sacrilegious Murther hath broke ope
-The Lords anoynted Temple, and stole thence
-The Life o'th' Building
-
-   Macb. What is't you say, the Life?
-  Lenox. Meane you his Maiestie?
-  Macd. Approch the Chamber, and destroy your sight
-With a new Gorgon. Doe not bid me speake:
-See, and then speake your selues: awake, awake,
-
-Exeunt. Macbeth and Lenox.
-
-Ring the Alarum Bell: Murther, and Treason,
-Banquo, and Donalbaine: Malcolme awake,
-Shake off this Downey sleepe, Deaths counterfeit,
-And looke on Death it selfe: vp, vp, and see
-The great Doomes Image: Malcolme, Banquo,
-As from your Graues rise vp, and walke like Sprights,
-To countenance this horror. Ring the Bell.
-
-Bell rings. Enter Lady.
-
-  Lady. What's the Businesse?
-That such a hideous Trumpet calls to parley
-The sleepers of the House? speake, speake
-
-   Macd. O gentle Lady,
-'Tis not for you to heare what I can speake:
-The repetition in a Womans eare,
-Would murther as it fell.
-Enter Banquo.
-
-O Banquo, Banquo, Our Royall Master's murther'd
-
-   Lady. Woe, alas:
-What, in our House?
-  Ban. Too cruell, any where.
-Deare Duff, I prythee contradict thy selfe,
-And say, it is not so.
-Enter Macbeth, Lenox, and Rosse.
-
-  Macb. Had I but dy'd an houre before this chance,
-I had liu'd a blessed time: for from this instant,
-There's nothing serious in Mortalitie:
-All is but Toyes: Renowne and Grace is dead,
-The Wine of Life is drawne, and the meere Lees
-Is left this Vault, to brag of.
-Enter Malcolme and Donalbaine.
-
-  Donal. What is amisse?
-  Macb. You are, and doe not know't:
-The Spring, the Head, the Fountaine of your Blood
-Is stopt, the very Source of it is stopt
-
-   Macd. Your Royall Father's murther'd
-
-   Mal. Oh, by whom?
-  Lenox. Those of his Chamber, as it seem'd, had don't:
-Their Hands and Faces were all badg'd with blood,
-So were their Daggers, which vnwip'd, we found
-Vpon their Pillowes: they star'd, and were distracted,
-No mans Life was to be trusted with them
-
-   Macb. O, yet I doe repent me of my furie,
-That I did kill them
-
-   Macd. Wherefore did you so?
-  Macb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temp'rate, & furious,
-Loyall, and Neutrall, in a moment? No man:
-Th' expedition of my violent Loue
-Out-run the pawser, Reason. Here lay Duncan,
-His Siluer skinne, lac'd with His Golden Blood,
-And his gash'd Stabs, look'd like a Breach in Nature,
-For Ruines wastfull entrance: there the Murtherers,
-Steep'd in the Colours of their Trade; their Daggers
-Vnmannerly breech'd with gore: who could refraine,
-That had a heart to loue; and in that heart,
-Courage, to make's loue knowne?
-  Lady. Helpe me hence, hoa
-
-   Macd. Looke to the Lady
-
-   Mal. Why doe we hold our tongues,
-That most may clayme this argument for ours?
-  Donal. What should be spoken here,
-Where our Fate hid in an augure hole,
-May rush, and seize vs? Let's away,
-Our Teares are not yet brew'd
-
-   Mal. Nor our strong Sorrow
-Vpon the foot of Motion
-
-   Banq. Looke to the Lady:
-And when we haue our naked Frailties hid,
-That suffer in exposure; let vs meet,
-And question this most bloody piece of worke,
-To know it further. Feares and scruples shake vs:
-In the great Hand of God I stand, and thence,
-Against the vndivulg'd pretence, I fight
-Of Treasonous Mallice
-
-   Macd. And so doe I
-
-   All. So all
-
-   Macb. Let's briefely put on manly readinesse,
-And meet i'th' Hall together
-
-   All. Well contented.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-  Malc. What will you doe?
-Let's not consort with them:
-To shew an vnfelt Sorrow, is an Office
-Which the false man do's easie.
-Ile to England
-
-   Don. To Ireland, I:
-Our seperated fortune shall keepe vs both the safer:
-Where we are, there's Daggers in mens smiles;
-The neere in blood, the neerer bloody
-
-   Malc. This murtherous Shaft that's shot,
-Hath not yet lighted: and our safest way,
-Is to auoid the ayme. Therefore to Horse,
-And let vs not be daintie of leaue-taking,
-But shift away: there's warrant in that Theft,
-Which steales it selfe, when there's no mercie left.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-
-
-Scena Quarta.
-
-Enter Rosse, with an Old man.
-
-  Old man. Threescore and ten I can remember well,
-Within the Volume of which Time, I haue seene
-Houres dreadfull, and things strange: but this sore Night
-Hath trifled former knowings
-
-   Rosse. Ha, good Father,
-Thou seest the Heauens, as troubled with mans Act,
-Threatens his bloody Stage: byth' Clock 'tis Day,
-And yet darke Night strangles the trauailing Lampe:
-Is't Nights predominance, or the Dayes shame,
-That Darknesse does the face of Earth intombe,
-When liuing Light should kisse it?
-  Old man. 'Tis vnnaturall,
-Euen like the deed that's done: On Tuesday last,
-A Faulcon towring in her pride of place,
-Was by a Mowsing Owle hawkt at, and kill'd
-
-   Rosse. And Duncans Horses,
-(A thing most strange, and certaine)
-Beauteous, and swift, the Minions of their Race,
-Turn'd wilde in nature, broke their stalls, flong out,
-Contending 'gainst Obedience, as they would
-Make Warre with Mankinde
-
-   Old man. 'Tis said, they eate each other
-
-   Rosse. They did so:
-To th' amazement of mine eyes that look'd vpon't.
-Enter Macduffe.
-
-Heere comes the good Macduffe.
-How goes the world Sir, now?
-  Macd. Why see you not?
-  Ross. Is't known who did this more then bloody deed?
-  Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slaine
-
-   Ross. Alas the day,
-What good could they pretend?
-  Macd. They were subborned,
-Malcolme, and Donalbaine the Kings two Sonnes
-Are stolne away and fled, which puts vpon them
-Suspition of the deed
-
-   Rosse. 'Gainst Nature still,
-Thriftlesse Ambition, that will rauen vp
-Thine owne liues meanes: Then 'tis most like,
-The Soueraignty will fall vpon Macbeth
-
-   Macd. He is already nam'd, and gone to Scone
-To be inuested
-
-   Rosse. Where is Duncans body?
-  Macd. Carried to Colmekill,
-The Sacred Store-house of his Predecessors,
-And Guardian of their Bones
-
-   Rosse. Will you to Scone?
-  Macd. No Cosin, Ile to Fife
-
-   Rosse. Well, I will thither
-
-   Macd. Well may you see things wel done there: Adieu
-Least our old Robes sit easier then our new
-
-   Rosse. Farewell, Father
-
-   Old M. Gods benyson go with you, and with those
-That would make good of bad, and Friends of Foes.
-
-Exeunt. omnes
-
-Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
-
-Enter Banquo.
-
-  Banq. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
-As the weyard Women promis'd, and I feare
-Thou playd'st most fowly for't: yet it was saide
-It should not stand in thy Posterity,
-But that my selfe should be the Roote, and Father
-Of many Kings. If there come truth from them,
-As vpon thee Macbeth, their Speeches shine,
-Why by the verities on thee made good,
-May they not be my Oracles as well,
-And set me vp in hope. But hush, no more.
-
-Senit sounded. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Lenox, Rosse, Lords,
-and
-Attendants.
-
-  Macb. Heere's our chiefe Guest
-
-   La. If he had beene forgotten,
-It had bene as a gap in our great Feast,
-And all-thing vnbecomming
-
-   Macb. To night we hold a solemne Supper sir,
-And Ile request your presence
-
-   Banq. Let your Highnesse
-Command vpon me, to the which my duties
-Are with a most indissoluble tye
-For euer knit
-
-   Macb. Ride you this afternoone?
-  Ban. I, my good Lord
-
-   Macb. We should haue else desir'd your good aduice
-(Which still hath been both graue, and prosperous)
-In this dayes Councell: but wee'le take to morrow.
-Is't farre you ride?
-  Ban. As farre, my Lord, as will fill vp the time
-'Twixt this, and Supper. Goe not my Horse the better,
-I must become a borrower of the Night,
-For a darke houre, or twaine
-
-   Macb. Faile not our Feast
-
-   Ban. My Lord, I will not
-
-   Macb. We heare our bloody Cozens are bestow'd
-In England, and in Ireland, not confessing
-Their cruell Parricide, filling their hearers
-With strange inuention. But of that to morrow,
-When therewithall, we shall haue cause of State,
-Crauing vs ioyntly. Hye you to Horse:
-Adieu, till you returne at Night.
-Goes Fleance with you?
-  Ban. I, my good Lord: our time does call vpon's
-
-   Macb. I wish your Horses swift, and sure of foot:
-And so I doe commend you to their backs.
-Farwell.
-
-Exit Banquo.
-
-Let euery man be master of his time,
-Till seuen at Night, to make societie
-The sweeter welcome:
-We will keepe our selfe till Supper time alone:
-While then, God be with you.
-
-Exeunt. Lords.
-
-Sirrha, a word with you: Attend those men
-Our pleasure?
-  Seruant. They are, my Lord, without the Pallace
-Gate
-
-   Macb. Bring them before vs.
-
-Exit Seruant.
-
-To be thus, is nothing, but to be safely thus
-Our feares in Banquo sticke deepe,
-And in his Royaltie of Nature reignes that
-Which would be fear'd. 'Tis much he dares,
-And to that dauntlesse temper of his Minde,
-He hath a Wisdome, that doth guide his Valour,
-To act in safetie. There is none but he,
-Whose being I doe feare: and vnder him,
-My Genius is rebuk'd, as it is said
-Mark Anthonies was by Caesar. He chid the Sisters,
-When first they put the Name of King vpon me,
-And bad them speake to him. Then Prophet-like,
-They hayl'd him Father to a Line of Kings.
-Vpon my Head they plac'd a fruitlesse Crowne,
-And put a barren Scepter in my Gripe,
-Thence to be wrencht with an vnlineall Hand,
-No Sonne of mine succeeding: if't be so,
-For Banquo's Issue haue I fil'd my Minde,
-For them, the gracious Duncan haue I murther'd,
-Put Rancours in the Vessell of my Peace
-Onely for them, and mine eternall Iewell
-Giuen to the common Enemie of Man,
-To make them Kings, the Seedes of Banquo Kings.
-Rather then so, come Fate into the Lyst,
-And champion me to th' vtterance.
-Who's there?
-Enter Seruant, and two Murtherers.
-
-Now goe to the Doore, and stay there till we call.
-
-Exit Seruant.
-
-Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
-  Murth. It was, so please your Highnesse
-
-   Macb. Well then,
-Now haue you consider'd of my speeches:
-Know, that it was he, in the times past,
-Which held you so vnder fortune,
-Which you thought had been our innocent selfe.
-This I made good to you, in our last conference,
-Past in probation with you:
-How you were borne in hand, how crost:
-The Instruments: who wrought with them:
-And all things else, that might
-To halfe a Soule, and to a Notion craz'd,
-Say, Thus did Banquo
-
-   1.Murth. You made it knowne to vs
-
-   Macb. I did so:
-And went further, which is now
-Our point of second meeting.
-Doe you finde your patience so predominant,
-In your nature, that you can let this goe?
-Are you so Gospell'd, to pray for this good man,
-And for his Issue, whose heauie hand
-Hath bow'd you to the Graue, and begger'd
-Yours for euer?
-  1.Murth. We are men, my Liege
-
-   Macb. I, in the Catalogue ye goe for men,
-As Hounds, and Greyhounds, Mungrels, Spaniels, Curres,
-Showghes, Water-Rugs, and Demy-Wolues are clipt
-All by the Name of Dogges: the valued file
-Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
-The House-keeper, the Hunter, euery one
-According to the gift, which bounteous Nature
-Hath in him clos'd: whereby he does receiue
-Particular addition, from the Bill,
-That writes them all alike: and so of men.
-Now, if you haue a station in the file,
-Not i'th' worst ranke of Manhood, say't,
-And I will put that Businesse in your Bosomes,
-Whose execution takes your Enemie off,
-Grapples you to the heart; and loue of vs,
-Who weare our Health but sickly in his Life,
-Which in his Death were perfect
-
-   2.Murth. I am one, my Liege,
-Whom the vile Blowes and Buffets of the World
-Hath so incens'd, that I am recklesse what I doe,
-To spight the World
-
-   1.Murth. And I another,
-So wearie with Disasters, tugg'd with Fortune,
-That I would set my Life on any Chance,
-To mend it, or be rid on't
-
-   Macb. Both of you know Banquo was your Enemie
-
-   Murth. True, my Lord
-
-   Macb. So is he mine: and in such bloody distance,
-That euery minute of his being, thrusts
-Against my neer'st of Life: and though I could
-With bare-fac'd power sweepe him from my sight,
-And bid my will auouch it; yet I must not,
-For certaine friends that are both his, and mine,
-Whose loues I may not drop, but wayle his fall,
-Who I my selfe struck downe: and thence it is,
-That I to your assistance doe make loue,
-Masking the Businesse from the common Eye,
-For sundry weightie Reasons
-
-   2.Murth. We shall, my Lord,
-Performe what you command vs
-
-   1.Murth. Though our Liues-
-  Macb. Your Spirits shine through you.
-Within this houre, at most,
-I will aduise you where to plant your selues,
-Acquaint you with the perfect Spy o'th' time,
-The moment on't, for't must be done to Night,
-And something from the Pallace: alwayes thought,
-That I require a clearenesse; and with him,
-To leaue no Rubs nor Botches in the Worke:
-  Fleans , his Sonne, that keepes him companie,
-Whose absence is no lesse materiall to me,
-Then is his Fathers, must embrace the fate
-Of that darke houre: resolue your selues apart,
-Ile come to you anon
-
-   Murth. We are resolu'd, my Lord
-
-   Macb. Ile call vpon you straight: abide within,
-It is concluded: Banquo, thy Soules flight,
-If it finde Heauen, must finde it out to Night.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-
-Scena Secunda.
-
-Enter Macbeths Lady, and a Seruant.
-
-  Lady. Is Banquo gone from Court?
-  Seruant. I, Madame, but returnes againe to Night
-
-   Lady. Say to the King, I would attend his leysure,
-For a few words
-
-   Seruant. Madame, I will.
-Enter.
-
-  Lady. Nought's had, all's spent.
-Where our desire is got without content:
-'Tis safer, to be that which we destroy,
-Then by destruction dwell in doubtfull ioy.
-Enter Macbeth.
-
-How now, my Lord, why doe you keepe alone?
-Of sorryest Fancies your Companions making,
-Vsing those Thoughts, which should indeed haue dy'd
-With them they thinke on: things without all remedie
-Should be without regard: what's done, is done
-
-   Macb. We haue scorch'd the Snake, not kill'd it:
-Shee'le close, and be her selfe, whilest our poore Mallice
-Remaines in danger of her former Tooth.
-But let the frame of things dis-ioynt,
-Both the Worlds suffer,
-Ere we will eate our Meale in feare, and sleepe
-In the affliction of these terrible Dreames,
-That shake vs Nightly: Better be with the dead,
-Whom we, to gayne our peace, haue sent to peace,
-Then on the torture of the Minde to lye
-In restlesse extasie.
-Duncane is in his Graue:
-After Lifes fitfull Feuer, he sleepes well,
-Treason ha's done his worst: nor Steele, nor Poyson,
-Mallice domestique, forraine Leuie, nothing,
-Can touch him further
-
-   Lady. Come on:
-Gentle my Lord, sleeke o're your rugged Lookes,
-Be bright and Iouiall among your Guests to Night
-
-   Macb. So shall I Loue, and so I pray be you:
-Let your remembrance apply to Banquo,
-Present him Eminence, both with Eye and Tongue:
-Vnsafe the while, that wee must laue
-Our Honors in these flattering streames,
-And make our Faces Vizards to our Hearts,
-Disguising what they are
-
-   Lady. You must leaue this
-
-   Macb. O, full of Scorpions is my Minde, deare Wife:
-Thou know'st, that Banquo and his Fleans liues
-
-   Lady. But in them, Natures Coppie's not eterne
-
-   Macb. There's comfort yet, they are assaileable,
-Then be thou iocund: ere the Bat hath flowne
-His Cloyster'd flight, ere to black Heccats summons
-The shard-borne Beetle, with his drowsie hums,
-Hath rung Nights yawning Peale,
-There shall be done a deed of dreadfull note
-
-   Lady. What's to be done?
-  Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest Chuck,
-Till thou applaud the deed: Come, seeling Night,
-Skarfe vp the tender Eye of pittifull Day,
-And with thy bloodie and inuisible Hand
-Cancell and teare to pieces that great Bond,
-Which keepes me pale. Light thickens,
-And the Crow makes Wing toth' Rookie Wood:
-Good things of Day begin to droope, and drowse,
-Whiles Nights black Agents to their Prey's doe rowse.
-Thou maruell'st at my words: but hold thee still,
-Things bad begun, make strong themselues by ill:
-So prythee goe with me.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-
-Scena Tertia.
-
-Enter three Murtherers.
-
-  1. But who did bid thee ioyne with vs?
-  3. Macbeth
-
-   2. He needes not our mistrust, since he deliuers
-Our Offices, and what we haue to doe,
-To the direction iust
-
-   1. Then stand with vs:
-The West yet glimmers with some streakes of Day.
-Now spurres the lated Traueller apace,
-To gayne the timely Inne, and neere approches
-The subiect of our Watch
-
-   3. Hearke, I heare Horses
-
-   Banquo within. Giue vs a Light there, hoa
-
-   2. Then 'tis hee:
-The rest, that are within the note of expectation,
-Alreadie are i'th' Court
-
-   1. His Horses goe about
-
-   3. Almost a mile: but he does vsually,
-So all men doe, from hence toth' Pallace Gate
-Make it their Walke.
-Enter Banquo and Fleans, with a Torch.
-
-  2. A Light, a Light
-
-   3. 'Tis hee
-
-   1. Stand too't
-
-   Ban. It will be Rayne to Night
-
-   1. Let it come downe
-
-   Ban. O, Trecherie!
-Flye good Fleans, flye, flye, flye,
-Thou may'st reuenge. O Slaue!
-  3. Who did strike out the Light?
-  1. Was't not the way?
-  3. There's but one downe: the Sonne is fled
-
-   2. We haue lost
-Best halfe of our Affaire
-
-   1. Well, let's away, and say how much is done.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-
-Scaena Quarta.
-
-Banquet prepar'd. Enter Macbeth, Lady, Rosse, Lenox, Lords, and
-Attendants.
-
-  Macb. You know your owne degrees, sit downe:
-At first and last, the hearty welcome
-
-   Lords. Thankes to your Maiesty
-
-   Macb. Our selfe will mingle with Society,
-And play the humble Host:
-Our Hostesse keepes her State, but in best time
-We will require her welcome
-
-   La. Pronounce it for me Sir, to all our Friends,
-For my heart speakes, they are welcome.
-Enter first Murtherer.
-
-  Macb. See they encounter thee with their harts thanks
-Both sides are euen: heere Ile sit i'th' mid'st,
-Be large in mirth, anon wee'l drinke a Measure
-The Table round. There's blood vpon thy face
-
-   Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then
-
-   Macb. 'Tis better thee without, then he within.
-Is he dispatch'd?
-  Mur. My Lord his throat is cut, that I did for him
-
-   Mac. Thou art the best o'th' Cut-throats,
-Yet hee's good that did the like for Fleans:
-If thou did'st it, thou art the Non-pareill
-
-   Mur. Most Royall Sir
-Fleans is scap'd
-
-   Macb. Then comes my Fit againe:
-I had else beene perfect;
-Whole as the Marble, founded as the Rocke,
-As broad, and generall, as the casing Ayre:
-But now I am cabin'd, crib'd, confin'd, bound in
-To sawcy doubts, and feares. But Banquo's safe?
-  Mur. I, my good Lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
-With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
-The least a Death to Nature
-
-   Macb. Thankes for that:
-There the growne Serpent lyes, the worme that's fled
-Hath Nature that in time will Venom breed,
-No teeth for th' present. Get thee gone, to morrow
-Wee'l heare our selues againe.
-
-Exit Murderer.
-
-  Lady. My Royall Lord,
-You do not giue the Cheere, the Feast is sold
-That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a making:
-'Tis giuen, with welcome: to feede were best at home:
-From thence, the sawce to meate is Ceremony,
-Meeting were bare without it.
-Enter the Ghost of Banquo, and sits in Macbeths place.
-
-  Macb. Sweet Remembrancer:
-Now good digestion waite on Appetite,
-And health on both
-
-   Lenox. May't please your Highnesse sit
-
-   Macb. Here had we now our Countries Honor, roof'd,
-Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present:
-Who, may I rather challenge for vnkindnesse,
-Then pitty for Mischance
-
-   Rosse. His absence (Sir)
-Layes blame vpon his promise. Pleas't your Highnesse
-To grace vs with your Royall Company?
-  Macb. The Table's full
-
-   Lenox. Heere is a place reseru'd Sir
-
-   Macb. Where?
-  Lenox. Heere my good Lord.
-What is't that moues your Highnesse?
-  Macb. Which of you haue done this?
-  Lords. What, my good Lord?
-  Macb. Thou canst not say I did it: neuer shake
-Thy goary lockes at me
-
-   Rosse. Gentlemen rise, his Highnesse is not well
-
-   Lady. Sit worthy Friends: my Lord is often thus,
-And hath beene from his youth. Pray you keepe Seat,
-The fit is momentary, vpon a thought
-He will againe be well. If much you note him
-You shall offend him, and extend his Passion,
-Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?
-  Macb. I, and a bold one, that dare looke on that
-Which might appall the Diuell
-
-   La. O proper stuffe:
-This is the very painting of your feare:
-This is the Ayre-drawne-Dagger which you said
-Led you to Duncan. O, these flawes and starts
-(Impostors to true feare) would well become
-A womans story, at a Winters fire
-Authoriz'd by her Grandam: shame it selfe,
-Why do you make such faces? When all's done
-You looke but on a stoole
-
-   Macb. Prythee see there:
-Behold, looke, loe, how say you:
-Why what care I, if thou canst nod, speake too.
-If Charnell houses, and our Graues must send
-Those that we bury, backe; our Monuments
-Shall be the Mawes of Kytes
-
-   La. What? quite vnmann'd in folly
-
-   Macb. If I stand heere, I saw him
-
-   La. Fie for shame
-
-   Macb. Blood hath bene shed ere now, i'th' olden time
-Ere humane Statute purg'd the gentle Weale:
-I, and since too, Murthers haue bene perform'd
-Too terrible for the eare. The times has bene,
-That when the Braines were out, the man would dye,
-And there an end: But now they rise againe
-With twenty mortall murthers on their crownes,
-And push vs from our stooles. This is more strange
-Then such a murther is
-
-   La. My worthy Lord
-Your Noble Friends do lacke you
-
-   Macb. I do forget:
-Do not muse at me my most worthy Friends,
-I haue a strange infirmity, which is nothing
-To those that know me. Come, loue and health to all,
-Then Ile sit downe: Giue me some Wine, fill full:
-Enter Ghost.
-
-I drinke to th' generall ioy o'th' whole Table,
-And to our deere Friend Banquo, whom we misse:
-Would he were heere: to all, and him we thirst,
-And all to all
-
-   Lords. Our duties, and the pledge
-
-   Mac. Auant, & quit my sight, let the earth hide thee:
-Thy bones are marrowlesse, thy blood is cold:
-Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
-Which thou dost glare with
-
-   La. Thinke of this good Peeres
-But as a thing of Custome: 'Tis no other,
-Onely it spoyles the pleasure of the time
-
-   Macb. What man dare, I dare:
-Approach thou like the rugged Russian Beare,
-The arm'd Rhinoceros, or th' Hircan Tiger,
-Take any shape but that, and my firme Nerues
-Shall neuer tremble. Or be aliue againe,
-And dare me to the Desart with thy Sword:
-If trembling I inhabit then, protest mee
-The Baby of a Girle. Hence horrible shadow,
-Vnreall mock'ry hence. Why so, being gone
-I am a man againe: pray you sit still
-
-   La. You haue displac'd the mirth,
-Broke the good meeting, with most admir'd disorder
-
-   Macb. Can such things be,
-And ouercome vs like a Summers Clowd,
-Without our speciall wonder? You make me strange
-Euen to the disposition that I owe,
-When now I thinke you can behold such sights,
-And keepe the naturall Rubie of your Cheekes,
-When mine is blanch'd with feare
-
-   Rosse. What sights, my Lord?
-  La. I pray you speake not: he growes worse & worse
-Question enrages him: at once, goodnight.
-Stand not vpon the order of your going,
-But go at once
-
-   Len. Good night, and better health
-Attend his Maiesty
-
-   La. A kinde goodnight to all.
-
-Exit Lords.
-
-  Macb. It will haue blood they say:
-Blood will haue Blood:
-Stones haue beene knowne to moue, & Trees to speake:
-Augures, and vnderstood Relations, haue
-By Maggot Pyes, & Choughes, & Rookes brought forth
-The secret'st man of Blood. What is the night?
-  La. Almost at oddes with morning, which is which
-
-   Macb. How say'st thou that Macduff denies his person
-At our great bidding
-
-   La. Did you send to him Sir?
-  Macb. I heare it by the way: But I will send:
-There's not a one of them but in his house
-I keepe a Seruant Feed. I will to morrow
-(And betimes I will) to the weyard Sisters.
-More shall they speake: for now I am bent to know
-By the worst meanes, the worst, for mine owne good,
-All causes shall giue way. I am in blood
-Stept in so farre, that should I wade no more,
-Returning were as tedious as go ore:
-Strange things I haue in head, that will to hand,
-Which must be acted, ere they may be scand
-
-   La. You lacke the season of all Natures, sleepe
-
-   Macb. Come, wee'l to sleepe: My strange & self-abuse
-Is the initiate feare, that wants hard vse:
-We are yet but yong indeed.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-
-Scena Quinta.
-
-Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting Hecat.
-
-  1. Why how now Hecat, you looke angerly?
-  Hec. Haue I not reason (Beldams) as you are?
-Sawcy, and ouer-bold, how did you dare
-To Trade, and Trafficke with Macbeth,
-In Riddles, and Affaires of death;
-And I the Mistris of your Charmes,
-The close contriuer of all harmes,
-Was neuer call'd to beare my part,
-Or shew the glory of our Art?
-And which is worse, all you haue done
-Hath bene but for a wayward Sonne,
-Spightfull, and wrathfull, who (as others do)
-Loues for his owne ends, not for you.
-But make amends now: Get you gon,
-And at the pit of Acheron
-Meete me i'th' Morning: thither he
-Will come, to know his Destinie.
-Your Vessels, and your Spels prouide,
-Your Charmes, and euery thing beside;
-I am for th' Ayre: This night Ile spend
-Vnto a dismall, and a Fatall end.
-Great businesse must be wrought ere Noone.
-Vpon the Corner of the Moone
-There hangs a vap'rous drop, profound,
-Ile catch it ere it come to ground;
-And that distill'd by Magicke slights,
-Shall raise such Artificiall Sprights,
-As by the strength of their illusion,
-Shall draw him on to his Confusion.
-He shall spurne Fate, scorne Death, and beare
-His hopes 'boue Wisedome, Grace, and Feare:
-And you all know, Security
-Is Mortals cheefest Enemie.
-
-Musicke, and a Song.
-
-Hearke, I am call'd: my little Spirit see
-Sits in Foggy cloud, and stayes for me.
-
-Sing within. Come away, come away, &c.
-
-  1 Come, let's make hast, shee'l soone be
-Backe againe.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-
-Scaena Sexta.
-
-Enter Lenox, and another Lord.
-
-  Lenox. My former Speeches,
-Haue but hit your Thoughts
-Which can interpret farther: Onely I say
-Things haue bin strangely borne. The gracious Duncan
-Was pittied of Macbeth: marry he was dead:
-And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late,
-Whom you may say (if't please you) Fleans kill'd,
-For Fleans fled: Men must not walke too late.
-Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous
-It was for Malcolme, and for Donalbane
-To kill their gracious Father? Damned Fact,
-How it did greeue Macbeth? Did he not straight
-In pious rage, the two delinquents teare,
-That were the Slaues of drinke, and thralles of sleepe?
-Was not that Nobly done? I, and wisely too:
-For 'twould haue anger'd any heart aliue
-To heare the men deny't. So that I say,
-He ha's borne all things well, and I do thinke,
-That had he Duncans Sonnes vnder his Key,
-(As, and't please Heauen he shall not) they should finde
-What 'twere to kill a Father: So should Fleans.
-But peace; for from broad words, and cause he fayl'd
-His presence at the Tyrants Feast, I heare
-Macduffe liues in disgrace. Sir, can you tell
-Where he bestowes himselfe?
-  Lord. The Sonnes of Duncane
-(From whom this Tyrant holds the due of Birth)
-Liues in the English Court, and is receyu'd
-Of the most Pious Edward, with such grace,
-That the maleuolence of Fortune, nothing
-Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduffe
-Is gone, to pray the Holy King, vpon his ayd
-To wake Northumberland, and warlike Seyward,
-That by the helpe of these (with him aboue)
-To ratifie the Worke) we may againe
-Giue to our Tables meate, sleepe to our Nights:
-Free from our Feasts, and Banquets bloody kniues;
-Do faithfull Homage, and receiue free Honors,
-All which we pine for now. And this report
-Hath so exasperate their King, that hee
-Prepares for some attempt of Warre
-
-   Len. Sent he to Macduffe?
-  Lord. He did: and with an absolute Sir, not I
-The clowdy Messenger turnes me his backe,
-And hums; as who should say, you'l rue the time
-That clogges me with this Answer
-
-   Lenox. And that well might
-Aduise him to a Caution, t' hold what distance
-His wisedome can prouide. Some holy Angell
-Flye to the Court of England, and vnfold
-His Message ere he come, that a swift blessing
-May soone returne to this our suffering Country,
-Vnder a hand accurs'd
-
-   Lord. Ile send my Prayers with him.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
-
-Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
-
-  1 Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd
-
-   2 Thrice, and once the Hedge-Pigge whin'd
-
-   3 Harpier cries, 'tis time, 'tis time
-
-   1 Round about the Caldron go:
-In the poysond Entrailes throw
-Toad, that vnder cold stone,
-Dayes and Nights, ha's thirty one:
-Sweltred Venom sleeping got,
-Boyle thou first i'th' charmed pot
-
-   All. Double, double, toile and trouble;
-Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble
-
-   2 Fillet of a Fenny Snake,
-In the Cauldron boyle and bake:
-Eye of Newt, and Toe of Frogge,
-Wooll of Bat, and Tongue of Dogge:
-Adders Forke, and Blinde-wormes Sting,
-Lizards legge, and Howlets wing:
-For a Charme of powrefull trouble,
-Like a Hell-broth, boyle and bubble
-
-   All. Double, double, toyle and trouble,
-Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble
-
-   3 Scale of Dragon, Tooth of Wolfe,
-Witches Mummey, Maw, and Gulfe
-Of the rauin'd salt Sea sharke:
-Roote of Hemlocke, digg'd i'th' darke:
-Liuer of Blaspheming Iew,
-Gall of Goate, and Slippes of Yew,
-Sliuer'd in the Moones Ecclipse:
-Nose of Turke, and Tartars lips:
-Finger of Birth-strangled Babe,
-Ditch-deliuer'd by a Drab,
-Make the Grewell thicke, and slab.
-Adde thereto a Tigers Chawdron,
-For th' Ingredience of our Cawdron
-
-   All. Double, double, toyle and trouble,
-Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble
-
-   2 Coole it with a Baboones blood,
-Then the Charme is firme and good.
-Enter Hecat, and the other three Witches.
-
-  Hec. O well done: I commend your paines,
-And euery one shall share i'th' gaines:
-And now about the Cauldron sing
-Like Elues and Fairies in a Ring,
-Inchanting all that you put in.
-
-Musicke and a Song. Blacke Spirits, &c.
-
-  2 By the pricking of my Thumbes,
-Something wicked this way comes:
-Open Lockes, who euer knockes.
-Enter Macbeth.
-
-  Macb. How now you secret, black, & midnight Hags?
-What is't you do?
-  All. A deed without a name
-
-   Macb. I coniure you, by that which you Professe,
-(How ere you come to know it) answer me:
-Though you vntye the Windes, and let them fight
-Against the Churches: Though the yesty Waues
-Confound and swallow Nauigation vp:
-Though bladed Corne be lodg'd, & Trees blown downe,
-Though Castles topple on their Warders heads:
-Though Pallaces, and Pyramids do slope
-Their heads to their Foundations: Though the treasure
-Of Natures Germaine, tumble altogether,
-Euen till destruction sicken: Answer me
-To what I aske you
-
-   1 Speake
-
-   2 Demand
-
-   3 Wee'l answer
-
-   1 Say, if th'hadst rather heare it from our mouthes,
-Or from our Masters
-
-   Macb. Call 'em: let me see 'em
-
-   1 Powre in Sowes blood, that hath eaten
-Her nine Farrow: Greaze that's sweaten
-From the Murderers Gibbet, throw
-Into the Flame
-
-   All. Come high or low:
-Thy Selfe and Office deaftly show.
-Thunder. 1. Apparation, an Armed Head.
-
-  Macb. Tell me, thou vnknowne power
-
-   1 He knowes thy thought:
-Heare his speech, but say thou nought
-
-   1 Appar. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth:
-Beware Macduffe,
-Beware the Thane of Fife: dismisse me. Enough.
-
-He Descends.
-
-  Macb. What ere thou art, for thy good caution, thanks
-Thou hast harp'd my feare aright. But one word more
-
-   1 He will not be commanded: heere's another
-More potent then the first.
-
-Thunder. 2 Apparition, a Bloody Childe.
-
-  2 Appar. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth
-
-   Macb. Had I three eares, Il'd heare thee
-
-   Appar. Be bloody, bold, & resolute:
-Laugh to scorne
-The powre of man: For none of woman borne
-Shall harme Macbeth.
-
-Descends.
-
-  Mac. Then liue Macduffe: what need I feare of thee?
-But yet Ile make assurance: double sure,
-And take a Bond of Fate: thou shalt not liue,
-That I may tell pale-hearted Feare, it lies;
-And sleepe in spight of Thunder.
-
-Thunder 3 Apparation, a Childe Crowned, with a Tree in his hand.
-
-What is this, that rises like the issue of a King,
-And weares vpon his Baby-brow, the round
-And top of Soueraignty?
-  All. Listen, but speake not too't
-
-   3 Appar. Be Lyon metled, proud, and take no care:
-Who chafes, who frets, or where Conspirers are:
-Macbeth shall neuer vanquish'd be, vntill
-Great Byrnam Wood, to high Dunsmane Hill
-Shall come against him.
-
-Descend.
-
-  Macb. That will neuer bee:
-Who can impresse the Forrest, bid the Tree
-Vnfixe his earth-bound Root? Sweet boadments, good:
-Rebellious dead, rise neuer till the Wood
-Of Byrnan rise, and our high plac'd Macbeth
-Shall liue the Lease of Nature, pay his breath
-To time, and mortall Custome. Yet my Hart
-Throbs to know one thing: Tell me, if your Art
-Can tell so much: Shall Banquo's issue euer
-Reigne in this Kingdome?
-  All. Seeke to know no more
-
-   Macb. I will be satisfied. Deny me this,
-And an eternall Curse fall on you: Let me know.
-Why sinkes that Caldron? & what noise is this?
-
-Hoboyes
-
-  1 Shew
-
-   2 Shew
-
-   3 Shew
-
-   All. Shew his Eyes, and greeue his Hart,
-Come like shadowes, so depart.
-
-A shew of eight Kings, and Banquo last, with a glasse in his hand.
-
-  Macb. Thou art too like the Spirit of Banquo: Down:
-Thy Crowne do's seare mine Eye-bals. And thy haire
-Thou other Gold-bound-brow, is like the first:
-A third, is like the former. Filthy Hagges,
-Why do you shew me this? - A fourth? Start eyes!
-What will the Line stretch out to'th' cracke of Doome?
-Another yet? A seauenth? Ile see no more:
-And yet the eighth appeares, who beares a glasse,
-Which shewes me many more: and some I see,
-That two-fold Balles, and trebble Scepters carry.
-Horrible sight: Now I see 'tis true,
-For the Blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles vpon me,
-And points at them for his. What? is this so?
-  1 I Sir, all this is so. But why
-Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
-Come Sisters, cheere we vp his sprights,
-And shew the best of our delights.
-Ile Charme the Ayre to giue a sound,
-While you performe your Antique round:
-That this great King may kindly say,
-Our duties, did his welcome pay.
-
-Musicke. The Witches Dance, and vanish.
-
-  Macb. Where are they? Gone?
-Let this pernitious houre,
-Stand aye accursed in the Kalender.
-Come in, without there.
-Enter Lenox.
-
-  Lenox. What's your Graces will
-
-   Macb. Saw you the Weyard Sisters?
-  Lenox. No my Lord
-
-   Macb. Came they not by you?
-  Lenox. No indeed my Lord
-
-   Macb. Infected be the Ayre whereon they ride,
-And damn'd all those that trust them. I did heare
-The gallopping of Horse. Who was't came by?
-  Len. 'Tis two or three my Lord, that bring you word:
-Macduff is fled to England
-
-   Macb. Fled to England?
-  Len. I, my good Lord
-
-   Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits:
-The flighty purpose neuer is o're-tooke
-Vnlesse the deed go with it. From this moment,
-The very firstlings of my heart shall be
-The firstlings of my hand. And euen now
-To Crown my thoughts with Acts: be it thoght & done:
-The Castle of Macduff, I will surprize.
-Seize vpon Fife; giue to th' edge o'th' Sword
-His Wife, his Babes, and all vnfortunate Soules
-That trace him in his Line. No boasting like a Foole,
-This deed Ile do, before this purpose coole,
-But no more sights. Where are these Gentlemen?
-Come bring me where they are.
-
-Exeunt.
-
-Scena Secunda.
-
-Enter Macduffes Wife, her Son, and Rosse.
-
-  Wife. What had he done, to make him fly the Land?
-  Rosse. You must haue patience Madam
-
-   Wife. He had none:
-His flight was madnesse: when our Actions do not,
-Our feares do make vs Traitors
-
-   Rosse. You know not
-Whether it was his wisedome, or his feare
-
-   Wife. Wisedom? to leaue his wife, to leaue his Babes,
-His Mansion, and his Titles, in a place
-From whence himselfe do's flye? He loues vs not,
-He wants the naturall touch. For the poore Wren
-(The most diminitiue of Birds) will fight,
-Her yong ones in h

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