With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, Than such a murder is. Lady. My worthy lord, Your noble friends do lack you.. Mac. I do forget: Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends ; 341 To those that know me. Come, love and health to all; Then I'll sit down :-Give me some wine, fill full :I drink to the general joy of the whole table, Re-enter Ghost. And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss ; Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst, 351 And all to all. Lords. Our duties and the pledge. Mac. Avant! and quit my sight! Let the ear hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Lady. Think of this, good peers, But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other; Mac. What man dare, I dare: 360 And And dare me to the desert with thy sword; 370 Lady. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admir'd disorder. Mac. Can such things be, 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 sights, When mine is blanch'd with fear. Rosse. What sights, my lord? 380 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. A kind good night to all! [Exeunt Lords. Mac. It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood : Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; Augurs, and understood relations, have 390 By magot-pies, 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. Mac. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person, At our great bidding? Lady. Did you send to him, sir? 400 Mac. I hear it by the way; but I will send : Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; abuse Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use : We are yet but young in deed. 410 [Exeunt. SCENE V. Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting HECATE. 1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecat'? you look angerly. Hec. Have I not reason, beldams, as you are, Saucy, and overbold? How did you dare To To trade and traffic with Macbeth, Was never call'd to bear my part, Or shew the glory of our art? 420 And, which is worse, all you have done, Spightful, and wrathful; who, as others do, Meet me i' the morning; thither he Great business must be wrought ere noon : There hangs a vaporous drop profound; 430 446 He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear Is mortals' chiefest enemy. [Musick and a Song Hark, I am call'd; my little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. [Sing within. Come away, come away, &c. 1 Witch. Come, let's make haste, she'll soon be back again. SCENE VI. Enter LENOX, and another Lord. [Exeunt. Len. My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, Which can interpret further: only, I say, Things have been strangely borne: the gracious Duncan 450 Was pitied of Macbeth :-marry, he was dead :- That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep? To hear the men deny it. So that, I say, (As, |