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Macb. I will be satisfied: deny me this, And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know :— Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this?
I Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show! 3 Witch. Show!
All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like shadows, so depart.
Eight kings appear4*, and pass over the stage in order; the last, with a glass in his hand: Banquo following.
Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo;
Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls 49 :—And thy hair,
1 Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so :—But why
That this great king may kindly say,
[Murich. The Witches dance, and vanish. Macb. Where are they? Gone ?—Let this pernicious hour
Stand aye accursed in the calendar!—
Len. What's your grace's will?
Macb. Saw you the we'ird sisters?
Leti. No, my lord.
Macb. Came they not by you?
Lea. No, indeed, my lord.
Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride; And damn'd, all those that trust them !—I did hear The galloping of horse: Who was't came by?
Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word, Macduff is fled to England.
Macb. Fled to England?
Len. Ay, my good lord.
Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits: The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it: From this moment, The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and
The castle of Macduff I will surprise;
Fife. A Room in Macdufs Castle.
L. Macd. What had he done, to make him fly the
Rosse. You must have patience, madam.
L. Macd. He had none:
His flight was madness: When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors.
Rossc. You know not,
Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear.
L. Macd. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his
His mansion, and his titles, in a place
Rosse. My dearest coz'.
I pray you, school yourself: But, for your husband,
He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows
The fits o'the season. I dare not speak rfiuch further:
But cruel are the times, when we are traitors,
And do not know ourselves; 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:
Shall 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.
Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort: I take my leave at once. [Exit Rosse.
L. Macd. Sirrah, your father's dead;
And what will you do now? How will you live?
Son. As birds do, mother.
L. Macd. What, with worms and flies?
Son. With what I get, I mean: and so do they.
L. Macd. Poor bird! thou'dst never fear the net,
nor lime, The pit-fall, nor the gin.
Son. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are
not set for. My father is not dead, for all your saying.
L. Macd. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father?
Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband?
L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at any market. Son. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again. L. Macd. Thou speak'st with all thy wit; and yet i'faith, With wit enough for thee. Son. Was my father a traitor, mother ? L. Macd. Ay, that he was. Son. What is a traitor : L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies. Son. And be all traitors, that do so 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 3 L. Macd. Every one. Son. Who must hang them L. Macd. Why, the honest men. 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. Now 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 would not, it were a good sign that I should quickly have a new father. L. Macd. Poor prattler how thou talk'st ||
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known,