Our bosom interest: -Go, pronounce his death, And with his former title grect Macbeth. Rosse. I'll see it done. Enter Macbeth and Banquo. Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores?-What are these, So wither'd, and so wild in their attire; That look not like the inhabitants o'the earth, And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught That man may question? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Macb. Speak, if you can;-What are you? 1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis! 2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! 3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter. Ban. Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear, Things that do sound so fair?-I'the name of truth, Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath Are ye fantastical, or that indeed [Exeunt. Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Enter the Of noble having, 1o and of royal hope, 1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? 2 Witch. Killing swine. 3 Witch. Sister, where thou? 1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd: Give me, quoth I: Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyons cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the Tiger: But in a sieve I'll thither sail, And, like a rat without a tail, I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do. 2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind. 1 Witch. Thou art kind. 3 Witch. And I another. 1 Witch. I myself have all the other; And the very ports they blow, I will drain him dry as hay: Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine, 2 Witch. Show me, show me. Wreck'd, as homeward he did come. 3 Witch. A drum, a drum; Macbeth doth come. That he seems rapt11 withal; to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate. 1 Witch. Hail! 2 Wilch. Hail! 3 Witch. Hail! 1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happ er. 3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: 1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail! Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence Mach. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so? Without my stir. Enter Rosse and Angus. Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, The news of thy success: and when he reads Tay personal venture in the rebels' fight, His wonders and his praises do contend, Which should be thine, or nis: Sdenc'd with that, In viewing o'er the rest o'the self-same day, He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Nothing afeard o' what thyself didst make, S range images of death. As thick as rale,1 Cime 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 rive thee, from our royal master, thanks; To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee. Rosse. And, for an earness of a greater honour, Ban. In borrow'd robes ? Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet; But under heavy judzment bears that life Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was Co abin'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; Bat treasons capital, confess'd, and prov'd, Have overthrown him. Glamis, the thane of Cawdor: The greatest is behind.-Thanks for your pains. Do you not hope your children shall be kings, When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, Promis'd no less to them? Macb. 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 Cannot be ill; cannot be good: If ill, Ban. (1) As fast as they could be counted. (2) Title. (3) Stimulate. (5) Temptation. (7) The powers of lecture. (4) Encitement. New honours come upon him Like our strange garments; cleave not to their mould, But with the aid of use. Mach. Come what come may; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your lei sure. Mach. Give me your favour:-my dull brain was wrought With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the king.- Ban. Very gladly. Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends. [Ere. SCENE IV.-Fores. A room in the Palace. Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, and attendants. Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Those in commission yet return'd? Mal. My liege, They are not yet come back. But I have spoke With one that saw him die: who did report, That very frankly he confess'd his treasons; Implor'd your highness' pardon; and set forth A deep repentance: nothing in his hie Became him, like the leaving it: he died As one that had been studied in his death, To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd, As 'twere a careless trifle. Dun. There's no art, Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus. To overtake thee. "Would thou hadst less deserv'd, thing Safe toward your love and honour. Dun. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labour There if I grow, The harvest is your own. (6) Firmly fixed. action are oppressed by con- mind by the lineaments of the face. (12) Exuberant. Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, And bind us further to you. Attend. So please you, it is true; our thane is One of my fellows had the speed of him; Give him tending, Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you: He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse, I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful The hearing of my wife with your approach; So, hambly take my leave. Dun. My worthy Cawdor! [Exit Attendant. That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Mach. The prince of Cumberland! That is a And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full [Aside. For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires! And in his commendations I am fed; Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! Enter Macbeth. Macb. My dearest love, And when goes hence ? O, never, Lady M. They met me in the day of success; Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! and I have learned by the perfectest report, they Thy letters have transported me beyond have more in them than mortal knowledge. When This ignorant present, 1o and I feel now I burned in desire to question them further, they 'The future in the instant. made themselves-air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who al'-hailed me, Thane of Cawdor; by which tille, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with, Hail, king that shalt be! This Shall sun that morrow see! have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men partner of greatness; that thou mightest not lose May read strange matters: -To beguile the time, the aues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, greatness promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent and farewell. Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promis'd:-Yet do I fear thy nature; is It is too full o' he 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 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 SCENE VI-The same. Only look up clear; [Exeunt. Before the castle. Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Lenox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus, and attendants. All that impedes thee from the golden round; Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem tidings? To have thee crown'd withal.-What is your The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, Thou'rt mad to say it: His pendent bed, and procreant cradle: Where they Is not thy master with him? who, were't so, (1) Full as valiant as described. (2) The best intelligence. (3) Messengers. (4) Diadem. (5) Supernatural. (6) Murderous. (7) Pity. (8) Wrap as in a mantle. (9) Knife anciently meant a sword or dagger. (10) i. e. Beyond the present time, which is, according to the process of nature, ignorant of the future. (11) Look, countenance. (12) Convenient corner. Enter Lady Macbeth. Lady M. In every point twice done, and then done double, Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, Dun. Give me your hand: He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Macb. Pr'ythce, peace: I dare do all that may become a man; now What beast was it then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than 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 have made themselves, and that their fitness Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know How tender 'tís, to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, SCENE VII.-The same. A room in the castle. Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn, as you the stage, a Sewer, and divers Servants with Have done to this. dishes and service. Then enter Macbeth. Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, [Exeunt. It were done quickly: If the assassination If we should fail, Macb. 11 Macb. Macb. That tears shall drown the wind.-I have no spur Away, and mock the time with fairest show; To prick the sides of my intent, but only And falls on the other.-How now, what news? Enter Lady Macbeth. Lady M. He has almost supp'd; Why have you Mach. Hath he ask'd for me? 2) i. e. We as hermits shall ever pray for you. (4) An officer so called from his placing the dishes en the table. False face must hide what the false heart 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? (5) Winds; sightless is invisible. (8) Overpower. Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear clock. Ban. And she goes down at twelve. I take't, 'tis later, sir. Ban. Hold, take my sword:--There's husbandry in heaven, Their candles are all out. - Take thee that too. Mach. A friend. The very stones prate of my where-about, I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. SCENE II.-The same. Enter Lady Macbeth. Lady M. That which hath made them drunk, What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire:- Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed: It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, He hath been in unusual pleasure, and Sent forth great largess to your offices: This diamond he greets your wife withal, Mach. Being unprepar'd, Our will became the servant to defect; Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it: their possets, That death and nature do contend about them, Macb. [Within.] Who's there?-what, ho! Lady M. Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd, All's well. And 'tis not done: -the attempt, and not the deed, Confounds us:-Hark!-I laid their daggers ready, He could not miss them.-Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had don't.-My husband? I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters : Mach. I think not of them; Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, Would spend it in some words upon that business, If you would grant the time. Ban. At your kind'st leisure. Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent, when It shall make honour for you. So I lose none, In secking to augment it, but still keep ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to-bed. (Ex. Ser. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. As this which now I draw. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; Mine eyes are made the fools o'the other senses, And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy Lady M. Ay. Mach. Hark! When? Now. As I descended? Who lies i'the second chamber? Mach. This is a sorry sight. Donalbain. [Looking on his hands. Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. Mach. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one cried, murder! That they did wake each other; I stood and heard But they did say their prayers, and address'd them There are two lodg'd together. other; As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands. Lady M. Consider it not so deeply. Mach. But wherefore could not I pronounce, amen? Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep; (4) Conclude. |