Mach. Thanks for that.

There the grown ferpent lies; the worm, that's filed,
Hath nature that in time will venom breed,

No teeth for the present. Get thee gone; to-morrow

We'll hear't ourselves again.

Lady. My royal Lord,

[Exit Murtbever

You do not give the cheer; the feast is fold,
That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a making
'Tis given with welcome. To feed, were best at home;
From thence, the fauce to meat is ceremony;

Meeting were bare without it.

The ghost of Banquo rises, and fits in Macbeth's place. Mach. Sweet remembrancer! -Now good digeftion wait on appetite, And health on both!

Len. May't please your highness fit!

Macb. Here had we now our country's honour roof'd,

Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present,
Whom may I rather challenge for unkindness,
Than pity for mischance!

Roffe. His absence, Sir,

Lays blame upon his promife. Please it your highness

To grace us with your royal company?

Mach. The table's full.

Len. Here is a place referv'd, Sir.
Mach. Where?

Len. Here, my good Lord.

What is't that moves your highness?

Mach. Which of you have done this?
Lords. What, my good Lord?

[Starting

Mach. Thou can'st not say, I did it. Never shake

Thy gory locks at me.

Roffe. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well, Lady. Sit, worthy friends, My lord is often thus, And hath been from his youth. Pray you, keep feat. The fit is momentary, on a thought He will again be well. If much you note him, You shall offend him, and extend his paffion. Feed,, and regard him not.-Are you a man?

To Macbeth afide.

Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that, Which might appal the devil.

Lady

Lady. O proper stuff!

his is the very painting of your fear;
his is the air-drawn dagger, which, you faid,
ed you to Duncan. Oh, these flaws and starts,
npostors to true fear, would well become
woman's story at a winter's fire,

authoriz'd by her grandam.

Shame itself!

Why do you make fuch faces? When all's done,
You look but on a stool.

Mach. Pr'ythee, see there!

[Afias.

Behold! look! lo! how say you? [Peinting to the ghost.

Why, what care I? if thou canst nod, speak too.

f charnel-houses and our graves must send

Those that we bury, back; our monuments

Shall be the maws of kites.

Lady. What quite unmann'd in folly?

Mach. If I stand here, I saw him.

Lady. Fie, for shame!

[The ghoft vanishes.

Mach. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time,

Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal;

Ay, and fince too, murthers have been perform'd
Too terrible for the ear: the times have been

That, when the brains were out, the man would die,

And there an end; but now they rise again

With twenty mortal murthers on their crowns,
And push us from our stools. This is more strange

Than fuch a murther is.

Lady. My worthy Lord,

Your noble friends do lack you.

Mach. I do forget.

Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends.
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
To those that know me. Come, love and health to all!
Then I'll fit down: give me some wine, fill full-
I drink to the general joy of the whole table,
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss;
Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,
And all to all.

Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.

[The Ghost rifes again.

Mach. Avaunt, and quit my fight! Let the earth hide Thy

Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou haft no speculation in those eyes,
Which thou dost glare with.

Lady. Think of this, good peers,
But as a thing of custom; 'tis no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
Macb. What man dare, Idare.
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or Hyrcan tyger,
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble; or, be alive again,
And dare me to the defert with thy sword!
If trembling I inhibit, then protest me
The baby of a girl. Hence, terrible shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence! Why, so-Being gone,

The ghoft vanishes. I am a man again. Pray you fit still. [The Lords rife. Lady. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good With most admir'd disorder.

Mach. Can such things be,

[meeting

And overcome us, like a summer's cloud,
Without our special wonder? You make me strange
Even to the disposition that I owe,

When now I think, you can behold such fights,
And keep the natural ruby of your cheek,

When mine is blanch'd with fear.

Roffe. What fights, my Lord?

Lady. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse;

Question enrages him. At once good-night.

Stand not upon the order of your going,

But go at once.

Len. Good-night, and better health

Attend his Majesty!

Lady. Good-night to all.

[Exeunt Lords.

Mach. It will have blood. They say, blood will have

blood.

Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak;
Augurs, that understand relations, have

By magotpies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth
The secret'st man of blood. - What is the night?

Lady. Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

Mach.

Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person, t our great bidding?

Lady. Did you send to him, Sir?

Mach. I hear it by the way; but I will fend.
There's not a Thane of them, but in his house
keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow,
Betimes I will, unto the weyward fisters;
More shall they speak; for now I'm bent to know,
By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good
All causes shall give way; I am in blood
Stept in so far, that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
Strange things I have in head, that will to hand;
Which must be acted, ere they may be scann'd.

Lady. You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
Macb. Come, we'll to sleep: my strange and self-abuse

Is the initiate fear that wants hard use;

We're yet but young in deed.

N°. VI.-M АСВЕТН.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV. SCENE I. A dark Cave; in the middle,

THRICE

I WITCH.

t

HRICE the brinded cat hath mew'd.

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

3 Witch. Harper cries, 'tis time, 'tis time.

1 Witch. Round about the cauldron go,

In the poison'd entrails throw.

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

Toad, that under the cold stone,
Days and nights has, thirty-one,
Swelter'd venom fleeping got;
Boil thou first i' th' charmed pot.
All. Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

I Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;

Eye

Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble;
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

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

3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches' mummy; maw, and gulf
Of the ravening salt sea-shark;
Root of hemlock, digg'd i' th' dark;
Liver of blafpheming Jew:
Gall of goat, and flips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse;
•Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe,
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab;
Make the gruel thick, and slab.
Add thereto a tyger's chawdron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.
All. Double, double, toil and trouble :
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.

Enter Hecate, and other three Witches.
Hec. Oh! well done! I commend your pains,

And every one shall share i' the gains.

And now about the cauldron fing,

Like elves and fairies in a ring,

Inchanting all that you put in.

Musick and a song.

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Black spirits and white,
Blue spirits and grey,
Mingle, mingle, mingle,
You that mingle may.

2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes:
Open locks, whoever knocks.

Enter