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Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person,
At our great bidding 2
Lady M. Did you send to him, sir?
Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will send: There's not a one of them, but in his house I keep a servant feed. I will to-morrow, (Betimes I will,) unto the weird sisters: More shall they speak; for now I am 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 M. You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
Macb. Come, we'll to sleep: My strange and self
Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use:-
Thunder. Enter Hecate”, meeting the three Witches.
1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate 2 you look angerly.
Hec. Have I not reason, beldams, as you are, Saucy, and overbold? How did you dare 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 show the glory of our art? And, which is worse, all you have done Hath been but for a wayward son, Spiteful, 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'the morning; thither he Will come to know his destiny. Your vessels, and your spells, provide, Your charms, and every thing beside: I am for the air; this night I'll spend Unto a dismal-fatal end. Great business must be wrought ere noon: Upon the corner of the moon There hangs a vaporous drop profound<4; I'll catch it ere it come to ground: And that, distill'd by magick slights, 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:
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And you all know, security
Song, [within.] Come away, come away, Sfc.
Hark, I am call'd; my little spirit, see,
1 Witch. Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be
Fores. A Room in the Palace.
//•«. My former speeches have but hityour thoughts, Which can interpret further: only, I say, Things have been strangely borne: The gracious
Was pitied of Macbeth :—marry, he was dead :—
To hear the men deny it. So that, I say,
He has borne all things well: and I do think, ,
That, had he Duncan's sons under his key,
(As, an't please heaven, he shall not,) they should find
What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance.
But, peace!—for from broad words, and 'cause he fail'd
His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear,
Macduff lives in disgrace : Sir, can you tell
Where he bestows himself?
Lord. The son of Duncan,
From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth,
Len. Sent he to Macduff?
Lord. He did: and with an absolute, Sir, not 1, The cloudy messenger turns me his back, And hums ; as who should say, You'll rue the time That dogs me with this answer.
Len. And that well might
Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance
Lord. My prayers with him!