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Macb. I will be satisfy'd. Deny me this,
[Hautbys. 1 Witch. Shew! 2 Witcb. Shew! 3 Witch. Shew!
All. Shew his eyes, and grieve his heart, Come like shadows, so depart.
[Eight Kings appear and pass over in order, tbe la
holding a glass in bis band: with Banquo following
them. Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; down! Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls. And thy hair (Thou other gold-bound brow) is like the firstÀ third is like the former, filthy hags! Why
you Thew me this?-A fourth? Start eye!
1 Witch. Ay, Sir, all this is so. But why
[The Witches dance and vanijk. Macb. Where are they gone?—Let this pernicious Stand ay accursed in the kalendar.
[hour Come in, without there!
Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride,
Len. 'Tis two or three, my Lord, that bring you word,
Macb. Fled to England ?
Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits :
Macduff's Castle at Fife.
Enter Lady Macduff, ber Son, and Rolle.
Rolle. You must have patience, Madam
His flight was madness; when our actions do not,
Role. You know noi,
L. Mocd. Wildom? to leave his wife, to leave his babs,
Rolle. Dearest cousin, I pray you school your felf; but for your husband, He's noble, wise, judicious, and best knows The fits o' th' time. I dare not speak much further, But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, And do not s'know't our felves: when we hold rumour From what we fear, yet know not what we fear, But float upon a wild and violent sea Each way, and move. I take my leave of
you ; 6''Thall not be long but I'll be here again: Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward To what they were before: My pretty cousin, Blessing upon you !
L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless.
Rolse. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer,
[Exit Roffe. L. Macd. Sirrah, your father's dead, And what will you do now? how will you live?
Son. As birds do, mother.
[lime, The pit-fall, nor the gin.
Son, 6 Shall
Son. Why should I, mother? poor birds they are not set My father is not dead, for all your saying.
[ for. L. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a fa: Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband ? [ther?
L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.
L. Macd. Thou speak'st with all thy wit, and yet i' faith C# With wit enough for thee.
Son. Was my father a traitor, mother?
L. Macd. Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hang'd.
Son. And must they all be hang'd that swear and lie?
Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools; for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men, and hang up them.
L. Macd. God help thee, poor monkey! but how wilt thou do for a father?
Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him: if you
Enter a Messenger.
To do 7 less,' to you were fell cruelty, !
Which 7 worse,
Which is too nigh your person. Heav'n preserve you! I dare abide no longer.
(Exit Molenga L. Macd. Whither should I fly? I've done no harm. But I remember now I'm in this earthly world, where to do harm Is often laudable, to do good fometime Accounted dang'rous folly. Why then, alas, Do I put up that womanly defence, To say I'd done no harm-what are these faces ?
Enter Murtberers. Mur. Where is your husband?
L. Macd. I hope in no place so unfanctified
Mur. He's a traitor.
[Stabbing bis. Young fry of treachery?
Son. He'as kill'd me, mother, Run away, pray you,
[Exit Lady Macduff crying murtber; Murtherers per
The King of England's Palace.
Enter Malcolm and Macduff.
Weep our sad bosoms empty.