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What is't that moves your Highness ?

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

Macb. Thou can'ít not say I did it: never shake
Thy goary locks at me.

Rosse. Gentlemen, rise; his Highness is not well.

Lady. Sit, worthy friends, my Lord is often thus,
And hath been from bis 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 passion;
Feed, and regard him not. Are

Are you a man?

[To Macbeth afide Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appall the devil.

Lady. Proper stuff!
This is the very painting of your

[Apide. This is the air-drawn dagger, which Led you to Duncan. Oh, these flaws and starts (Impostors & /of true fear,) would well become A woman's story at a winter's fire, Authorized by her grandam. Shame it felf!


make such faces? when all's done You look but on a stool.

Macb. Prythee see there! Behold! look! lo! how say you? [Pointing to the Gbob. Why, what care I? if thou canst nod, speak too. If charnel-houses and our graves must send Those that we bury, back; our monuments Shall be the maws of kites.

[The Ghost vanishes. Lady. What ? quite unmann'd in folly? Macb. If I stand here, I saw him. Lady. Fie for shame!

Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i'th' olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal: Ay, and since too, murthers have been perform'd Top terrible for th'ear : the times have been,

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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 2. Than such a murther is.

Lady. My worthy Lord, 15 Your noble friends do lack you.

Macb. I forgot
95 Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends,

I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
To those that know me. Love and health to all!
Then I'll sit down: give me some wine, fill full —

I drink to th' general joy of the whole table,
To And to our dear friend Banquo whom we miss,
to Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,

And all to all.
Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.

[The Ghost rises again. Macb. Avant, and quit my sight! let the earth hide Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with.

Lady. Think of this, good Peers,
But as a thing of custom ; 'ris no other,
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time,

Macb. What man dare,' I dare :
Approach thou like the rugged Ruffian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or Hyrcanian tyger,
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never cremble. Be alive again,
And' dare me to the desart with thy sword;
If trembling I inhibit, then protest me
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow,
Unreal mock’ry, hence! Why so, be gone

[The Ghost vanishes. I am a man again: pray you fit ftill. [The Lords rise.

Lady. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good Wich most admir'd disorder.



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Macb. Can such things be,
And over-come us like a summer's cloud
Without our special wonder? you make me ftrange
Ev’n 9'at' the disposition that I owe,
"Now when I think you can behold such fights,
And keep the natural ruby of your * 'cheek,
When mine is blanch'd with fear.

Rolle. What fights, my Lord?

Lady. I pray you speak not; he grows worse and worfe,
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
Macb. It will have blood, theyfsay blood will have blood:
Stones have been known to move, and trees to fpeak;
Augurs that understood relations have
By mag-pies, and by choughs, and rooks brought forth
The secret’st man of blood. What is the night?

Lady. Almost at odds with morning which is which.

Macb. How fay'st thou, that Macduff denies his person At our great bidding?

Lady. Did you fend to him, Sir?

Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will fend :
3/There's not a Tbane of them, but in his house
I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow
(Betimes I will) unto the weird Gifters.
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 'going o'er :
Strange things I have in head, that will to hand,
Which must

be acted ere they may be scann'd. Lady. You lack the season of all natures, Neep.


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Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting Hecate. 1 Witch. WHY, how now, Hecať ? you look angerly.

Hec. Have I not reafon, beldams, as you Sawcy, and over-bold, how did you dare [are? To trade and traffick with Macbeth, In riddles and affairs of death? And I the mistress of your charms, The close contriver of all harms, Was never call'd to bear my part, Or shew the glory of our art?

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

Spightful and wrathful, who, as others do,
Loves for his own ends, not for you.
But make amends now; get you gone,
And at the pit of Acheron
Meet me i'th' morning: thither he
Will come, to know his deftiny;
Your vessels and your spells provide,

Your charms, and every thing beside,
So I am for th'air : this night I'll fpend

Unto a dismal, fatal end.
Great business must be wrought ere noon;
Upon the corner of the moon
There hangs a vap'rous drop, profound;
I'll catch it ere it come to ground:
And that distill’d by magick Nights,

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Shall raise such artificial sprights,
As by the strength of their illusion,
Shall draw him on to his confusion.
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear :
And you all know, security
Is mortal's chiefest enemy.

[Mufick and a Sous Hark, I am called: my little spirit, lee, Sits in the foggy cloud, and stays for me.

[Sing within : Come away, come away, &!. Witch. Come, let's make hafte, she'll soon be back



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Enter Lenox and another Lord.

Y former speeches have but hit your thoughts,

Which can interpret farther : only I say Things have been strangely born. The gracious Duncak Was pitied of Macbeth marry he was dead: And the right valiant Banquo walk'd coo late. Whom you may fay, if't please you, Fleance kill'd, For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late. • You cannot want the thought, how monstrous too It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain To kill their gracious father, damned fact ! How did it grieve Macbeth? did he not straight In pious rage the two delinquents tear, That were the Naves of drink and thralls of sleep? Was not that nobly done? ay, wisely too ; For 'would have anger'd any heart alive To hear the men deny't. So that I say He has born all things well, and I do think That had he Duncan's sons under his key, (As an’t please heav'n he shall not,) they should find What 'twere to kill a father : fo should Fleance.


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