31.WHen shall we three meet againe?

4In Thunder, Lightning, or in Raine?

52. When the Hurley-burley's done,

6When the Battaile's lost, and wonne.

73. That will be ere the set of Sunne.

81. Where the place?

92. Vpon the Heath.

103. There to meet with Macbeth.

111. I come, Gray-Malkin.

12All. Padock calls anon: faire is foule, and foule is faire,

13Houer through the fogge and filthie ayre. Exeunt.

18King. What bloody man is that? he can report,

19As seemeth by his plight, of the Reuolt

20The newest state.

21Mal. This is the Serieant,

22Who like a good and hardie Souldier fought

23'Gainst my Captiuitie: Haile braue friend;

24Say to the King, the knowledge of the Broyle,

25As thou didst leaue it.

26Cap. Doubtfull it stood,

27As two spent Swimmers, that doe cling together,

28And choake their Art: The mercilesse Macdonwald

29(Worthie to be a Rebell, for to that

30The multiplying Villanies of Nature

31Doe swarme vpon him) from the Westerne Isles

32Of Kernes and Gallowgrosses is supply'd,

33And Fortune on his damned Quarry smiling,

34Shew'd like a Rebells Whore: but all's too weake:

35For braue Macbeth (well hee deserues that Name)

36Disdayning Fortune, with his brandisht Steele,

37Which smoak'd with bloody execution

38(Like Valours Minion) caru'd out his passage,

39Till hee fac'd the Slaue:

40Which neu'r shooke hands, nor bad farwell to him,

41Till he vnseam'd him from the Naue toth'Chops,

42And fix'd his Head vpon our Battlements.

43King. O valiant Cousin, worthy Gentleman.

44Cap. As whence the Sunne 'gins his reflection,

45Shipwracking Stormes, and direfull Thunders:

46So from that Spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,

47Discomfort swells: Marke King of Scotland, marke,

48No sooner Iustice had, with Valour arm'd,

49Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heeles,

50But the Norweyan Lord, surueying vantage,

51With furbusht Armes, and new supplyes of men,

52Began a fresh assault.

53King. Dismay'd not this our Captaines, Macbeth and

54Banquoh?

55Cap. Yes, as Sparrowes, Eagles;

56Or the Hare, the Lyon:

57If I say sooth, I must report they were

58As Cannons ouer-charg'd with double Cracks,

59So they doubly redoubled stroakes vpon the Foe:

60Except they meant to bathe in reeking Wounds,

61Or memorize another Golgotha,

62I cannot tell: but I am faint,

63My Gashes cry for helpe.

64King. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds,

65They smack of Honor both: Goe get him Surgeons.

67Who comes here?

68Mal. The worthy Thane of Rosse.

69Lenox. What a haste lookes through his eyes?

70So should he looke, that seemes to speake things strange.

71Rosse. God saue the King.

72King. Whence cam'st thou, worthy Thane?

73Rosse. From Fiffe, great King,

74Where the Norweyan Banners flowt the Skie,

75And fanne our people cold.

76Norway himselfe, with terrible numbers,

77Assisted by that most disloyall Traytor,

78The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismall Conflict,

79Till that Bellona's Bridegroome, lapt in proofe,

80Confronted him with selfe-comparisons,

81Point against Point, rebellious Arme 'gainst Arme,

82Curbing his lauish spirit: and to conclude,

83The Victorie fell on vs.

84King. Great happinesse.

85Rosse. That now Sweno, the Norwayes King,

86Craues composition:

87Nor would we deigne him buriall of his men,

88Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes ynch,

89Ten thousand Dollars, to our generall vse.

90King. No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceiue

91Our Bosome interest: Goe pronounce his present death,

92And with his former Title greet Macbeth.

93Rosse. Ile see it done.

94King. What he hath lost, Noble Macbeth hath wonne.

981. Where hast thou beene, Sister?

992. Killing Swine.

1003. Sister, where thou?

1011. A Saylors Wife had Chestnuts in her Lappe,

102And mouncht, & mouncht, and mouncht:

103Giue me, quoth I.

104Aroynt thee, Witch, the rumpe-fed Ronyon cryes.

105Her Husband's to Aleppo gone, Master o'th' Tiger:

106But in a Syue Ile thither sayle,

107And like a Rat without a tayle,

108Ile doe, Ile doe, and Ile doe.

1092. Ile giue thee a Winde.

1101. Th'art kinde.

1113. And I another.

1121. I my selfe haue all the other,

113And the very Ports they blow,

114All the Quarters that they know,

115i'th'Ship-mans Card.

116Ile dreyne him drie as Hay:

117Sleepe shall neyther Night nor Day

118Hang vpon his Pent-house Lid:

119He shall liue a man forbid:

120Wearie Seu'nights, nine times nine,

121Shall he dwindle, peake, and pine:

122Though his Barke cannot be lost,

123Yet it shall be Tempest-tost.

124Looke what I haue.

1252. Shew me, shew me.

1261. Here I haue a Pilots Thumbe,

127Wrackt, as homeward he did come. Drum within.

1283. A Drumme, a Drumme:

129Macbeth doth come.

130All. The weyward Sisters, hand in hand,

131Posters of the Sea and Land,

132Thus doe goe, about, about,

133Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,

134And thrice againe, to make vp nine.

135Peace, the Charme's wound vp.

137Macb. So foule and faire a day I haue not seene.

138Banquo. How farre is't call'd to Soris? What are these,

139So wither'd, and so wilde in their attyre,

140That looke not like th'Inhabitants o'th'Earth,

141And yet are on't? Liue you, or are you aught

142That man may question? you seeme to vnderstand me,

143By each at once her choppie finger laying

144Vpon her skinnie Lips: you should be Women,

145And yet your Beards forbid me to interprete

146That you are so.

147Mac. Speake if you can: what are you?

1481. All haile Macbeth, haile to thee Thane of Glamis.

1492. All haile Macbeth, haile to thee Thane of Cawdor.

1503. All haile Macbeth, that shalt be King hereafter.

151Banq. Good Sir, why doe you start, and seeme to feare

152Things that doe sound so faire? i'th'name of truth

153Are ye fantasticall, or that indeed

154Which outwardly ye shew? My Noble Partner

155You greet with present Grace, and great prediction

156Of Noble hauing, and of Royall hope,

157That he seemes wrapt withall: to me you speake not.

158If you can looke into the Seedes of Time,

159And say, which Graine will grow, and which will not,

160Speake then to me, who neyther begge, nor feare

161Your fauors, nor your hate.

1621. Hayle.

1632. Hayle.

1643. Hayle.

1651. Lesser then Macbeth, and greater.

1662. Not so happy, yet much happyer.

1673. Thou shalt get Kings, though thou be none:

168So all haile Macbeth, and Banquo.

1691. Banquo, and Macbeth, all haile.

170Macb. Stay you imperfect Speakers, tell me more:

171By Sinells death, I know I am Thane of Glamis,

172But how, of Cawdor? the Thane of Cawdor liues

173A prosperous Gentleman: And to be King,

174Stands not within the prospect of beleefe,

175No more then to be Cawdor. Say from whence

176You owe this strange Intelligence, or why

177Vpon this blasted Heath you stop our way

178With such Prophetique greeting?

179Speake, I charge you. Witches vanish.

180Banq. The Earth hath bubbles, as the Water ha's,

181And these are of them: whither are they vanish'd?

182Macb. Into the Ayre: and what seem'd corporall,

183Melted, as breath into the Winde.

184Would they had stay'd.

185Banq. Were such things here, as we doe speake about?

186Or haue we eaten on the insane Root,

187That takes the Reason Prisoner?

188Macb. Your Children shall be Kings.

189Banq. You shall be King.

190Macb. And Thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?

191Banq. Toth'selfe-same tune, and words: who's here?

193Rosse. The King hath happily receiu'd, Macbeth,

194The newes of thy successe: and when he reades

195Thy personall Venture in the Rebels fight,

196His Wonders and his Prayses doe contend,

197Which should be thine, or his: silenc'd with that,

198In viewing o're the rest o'th'selfe-same day,

199He findes thee in the stout Norweyan Rankes,

200Nothing afeard of what thy selfe didst make

201Strange Images of death, as thick as Tale

202Can post with post, and euery one did beare

203Thy prayses in his Kingdomes great defence,

204And powr'd them downe before him.

205Ang. Wee are sent,

206To giue thee from our Royall Master thanks,

207Onely to harrold thee into his sight,

208Not pay thee.

209Rosse. And for an earnest of a greater Honor,

210He bad me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor:

211In which addition, haile most worthy Thane,

212For it is thine.

213Banq. What, can the Deuill speake true?

214Macb. The Thane of Cawdor liues:

215Why doe you dresse me in borrowed Robes?

216Ang. Who was the Thane, liues yet,

217But vnder heauie Iudgement beares that Life,

218Which he deserues to loose.

219Whether he was combin'd with those of Norway,

220Or did lyne the Rebell with hidden helpe,

221And vantage; or that with both he labour'd

222In his Countreyes wracke, I know not:

223But Treasons Capitall, confess'd, and prou'd,

224Haue ouerthrowne him.

225Macb. Glamys, and Thane of Cawdor:

226The greatest is behinde. Thankes for your paines.

227Doe you not hope your Children shall be Kings,

228When those that gaue the Thane of Cawdor to me,

229Promis'd no lesse to them.

230Banq. That trusted home,

231Might yet enkindle you vnto the Crowne,

232Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange:

233And oftentimes, to winne vs to our harme,

234The Instruments of Darknesse tell vs Truths,

235Winne vs with honest Trifles, to betray's

236In deepest consequence.

237Cousins, a word, I pray you.

238Macb. Two Truths are told,

239As happy Prologues to the swelling Act

240Of the Imperiall Theame. I thanke you Gentlemen:

241This supernaturall solliciting

242Cannot be ill; cannot be good.

243If ill? why hath it giuen me earnest of successe,

244Commencing in a Truth? I am Thane of Cawdor.

245If good? why doe I yeeld to that suggestion,

246Whose horrid Image doth vnfixe my Heire,

247And make my seated Heart knock at my Ribbes,

248Against the vse of Nature? Present Feares

249Are lesse then horrible Imaginings:

250My Thought, whose Murther yet is but fantasticall,

251Shakes so my single state of Man,

252That Function is smother'd in surmise,

253And nothing is, but what is not.

254Banq. Looke how our Partner's rapt.

255Macb. If Chance will haue me King,

256Why Chance may Crowne me,

257Without my stirre.

258Banq. New Honors come vpon him

259Like our strange Garments, cleaue not to their mould,

260But with the aid of vse.

261Macb. Come what come may,

262Time, and the Houre, runs through the roughest Day.

263Banq. Worthy Macbeth, wee stay vpon your ley-

264sure.

265Macb. Giue me your fauour:

266My dull Braine was wrought with things forgotten.

267Kinde Gentlemen, your paines are registred,

268Where euery day I turne the Leafe,

269To reade them.

270Let vs toward the King: thinke vpon

271What hath chanc'd: and at more time,

272The Interim hauing weigh'd it, let vs speake

273Our free Hearts each to other.

274Banq. Very gladly.

275Macb. Till then enough:

276Come friends. Exeunt.

280King. Is execution done on Cawdor?

281Or not those in Commission yet return'd?

282Mal. My Liege, they are not yet come back.

283But I haue spoke with one that saw him die:

284Who did report, that very frankly hee

285Confess'd his Treasons, implor'd your Highnesse Pardon,

286And set forth a deepe Repentance:

287Nothing in his Life became him,

288Like the leauing it. Hee dy'de,

289As one that had beene studied in his death,

290To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,

291As 'twere a carelesse Trifle.

292King. There's no Art,

293To finde the Mindes construction in the Face:

294He was a Gentleman, on whom I built

295An absolute Trust.

297O worthyest Cousin,

298The sinne of my Ingratitude euen now

299Was heauie on me. Thou art so farre before,

300That swiftest Wing of Recompence is slow,

301To ouertake thee. Would thou hadst lesse deseru'd,

302That the proportion both of thanks, and payment,

303Might haue beene mine: onely I haue left to say,

304More is thy due, then more then all can pay.

305Macb. The seruice, and the loyaltie I owe,

306In doing it, payes it selfe.

307Your Highnesse part, is to receiue our Duties:

308And our Duties are to your Throne, and State,

309Children, and Seruants; which doe but what they should,

310By doing euery thing safe toward your Loue

311And Honor.

312King. Welcome hither:

313I haue begun to plant thee, and will labour

314To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,

315That hast no lesse deseru'd, nor must be knowne

316No lesse to haue done so: Let me enfold thee,

317And hold thee to my Heart.

318Banq. There if I grow,

319The Haruest is your owne.

320King. My plenteous Ioyes,

321Wanton in fulnesse, seeke to hide themselues

322In drops of sorrow. Sonnes, Kinsmen, Thanes,

323And you whose places are the nearest, know,

324We will establish our Estate vpon

325Our eldest, Malcolme, whom we name hereafter,

326The Prince of Cumberland: which Honor must

327Not vnaccompanied, inuest him onely,

328But signes of Noblenesse, like Starres, shall shine

329On all deseruers. From hence to Envernes,

330And binde vs further to you.

331Macb. The Rest is Labor, which is not vs'd for you:

332Ile be my selfe the Herbenger, and make ioyfull

333The hearing of my Wife, with your approach:

334So humbly take my leaue.

335King. My worthy Cawdor.

336Macb. The Prince of Cumberland: that is a step,

337On which I must fall downe, or else o're-leape,

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338For in my way it lyes. Starres hide your fires,

339Let not Light see my black and deepe desires:

340The Eye winke at the Hand; yet let that bee,

341Which the Eye feares, when it is done to see. Exit.

342King. True worthy Banquo: he is full so valiant,

343And in his commendations, I am fed:

344It is a Banquet to me. Let's after him,

345Whose care is gone before, to bid vs welcome:

346It is a peerelesse Kinsman. Flourish. Exeunt.

349Lady. They met me in the day of successe: and I haue

350learn'd by the perfect'st report, they haue more in them, then

351mortall knowledge. When I burnt in desire to question them

352further, they made themselues Ayre, into which they vanish'd.

353Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came Missiues from

354the King, who all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor, by which Title

355before, these weyward Sisters saluted me, and referr'd me to

356the comming on of time, with haile King that shalt be. This

357haue I thought good to deliuer thee (my dearest Partner of

358Greatnesse) that thou might'st not loose the dues of reioycing

359by being ignorant of what Greatnesse is promis'd thee. Lay

360it to thy heart, and farewell.

361Glamys thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be

362What thou art promis'd: yet doe I feare thy Nature,

363It is too full o'th' Milke of humane kindnesse,

364To catch the neerest way. Thou would'st be great,

365Art not without Ambition, but without

366 The illnesse should attend it. What thou would'st highly,

367That would'st thou holily: would'st not play false,

368And yet would'st wrongly winne.

369Thould'st haue, great Glamys, that which cryes,

370Thus thou must doe, if thou haue it;

371And that which rather thou do'st feare to doe,

372Then wishest should be vndone. High thee hither,

373That I may powre my Spirits in thine Eare,

374And chastise with the valour of my Tongue

375All that impeides thee from the Golden Round,

376Which Fate and Metaphysicall ayde doth seeme

377To haue thee crown'd withall. Enter Messenger.

378What is your tidings?

379Mess. The King comes here to Night.

380Lady. Thou'rt mad to say it.

381Is not thy Master with him? who, wer't so,

382Would haue inform'd for preparation.

383Mess. So please you, it is true: our Thane is comming:

384One of my fellowes had the speed of him;

385Who almost dead for breath, had scarcely more

386Then would make vp his Message.

387Lady. Giue him tending,

388He brings great newes. Exit Messenger.

389The Rauen himselfe is hoarse,

390That croakes the fatall entrance of Duncan

391Vnder my Battlements. Come you Spirits,

392That tend on mortall thoughts, vnsex me here,

393And fill me from the Crowne to the Toe, top-full

394Of direst Crueltie: make thick my blood,

395Stop vp th'accesse, and passage to Remorse,

396That no compunctious visitings of Nature

397Shake my fell purpose, nor keepe peace betweene

398Th'effect, and hit. Come to my Womans Brests,

399And take my Milke for Gall, you murth'ring Ministers,

400Where-euer, in your sightlesse substances,

401You wait on Natures Mischiefe. Come thick Night,

402And pall thee in the dunnest smoake of Hell,

403That my keene Knife see not the Wound it makes,

404Nor Heauen peepe through the Blanket of the darke,

405To cry, hold, hold. Enter Macbeth.

406Great Glamys, worthy Cawdor,

407Greater then both, by the all-haile hereafter,

408Thy Letters haue transported me beyond

409This ignorant present, and I feele now

410The future in the instant.

411Macb. My dearest Loue,

412Duncan comes here to Night.

413Lady. And when goes hence?

414Macb. To morrow, as he purposes.

415Lady. O neuer,

416Shall Sunne that Morrow see.

417Your Face, my Thane, is as a Booke, where men

418May reade strange matters, to beguile the time.

419Looke like the time, beare welcome in your Eye,

420Your Hand, your Tongue: looke like th'innocent flower,

421But be the Serpent vnder't. He that's comming,

422Must be prouided for: and you shall put

423This Nights great Businesse into my dispatch,

424Which shall to all our Nights, and Dayes to come,

425Giue solely soueraigne sway, and Masterdome.

426Macb. We will speake further.

427Lady. Onely looke vp cleare:

428To alter fauor, euer is to feare:

429Leaue all the rest to me. Exeunt.

434King. This Castle hath a pleasant seat,

435The ayre nimbly and sweetly recommends it selfe

436Vnto our gentle sences.

437Banq. This Guest of Summer,

438The Temple-haunting Barlet does approue,

439By his loued Mansonry, that the Heauens breath

440Smells wooingly here: no Iutty frieze,

441Buttrice, nor Coigne of Vantage, but this Bird

442Hath made his pendant Bed, and procreant Cradle,

443Where they must breed, and haunt: I haue obseru'd

444The ayre is delicate. Enter Lady.

445King. See, see, our honor'd Hostesse:

446The Loue that followes vs, sometime is our trouble,

447Which still we thanke as Loue. Herein I teach you,

448How you shall bid God-eyld vs for your paines,

449And thanke vs for your trouble.

450Lady. All our seruice,

451In euery point twice done, and then done double,

452Were poore, and single Businesse, to contend

453Against those Honors deepe, and broad,

454Wherewith your Maiestie loades our House:

455For those of old, and the late Dignities,

456Heap'd vp to them, we rest your Ermites.

457King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor?

458We courst him at the heeles, and had a purpose

459To be his Purueyor: But he rides well,

460And his great Loue (sharpe as his Spurre) hath holp him

461To his home before vs: Faire and Noble Hostesse

462We are your guest to night.

463La. Your Seruants euer,

464Haue theirs, themselues, and what is theirs in compt,

465To make their Audit at your Highnesse pleasure,

466Still to returne your owne.

467King. Giue me your hand:

468Conduct me to mine Host we loue him highly,

469And shall continue, our Graces towards him.

470By your leaue Hostesse. Exeunt

475Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twer well,

476It were done quickly: If th'Assassination

477Could trammell vp the Consequence, and catch

478With his surcease, Successe: that but this blow

479Might be the be all, and the end all. Heere,

480But heere, vpon this Banke and Schoole of time,

481Wee'ld iumpe the life to come. But in these Cases,

482We still haue iudgement heere, that we but teach

483Bloody Instructions, which being taught, returne

484To plague th'Inuenter, This euen-handed Iustice

485Commends th'Ingredience of our poyson'd Challice

486To our owne lips. Hee's heere in double trust;

487First, as I am his Kinsman, and his Subiect,

488Strong both against the Deed: Then, as his Host,

489Who should against his Murtherer shut the doore,

490Not beare the knife my selfe. Besides, this Duncane

491Hath borne his Faculties so meeke; hath bin

492So cleere in his great Office, that his Vertues

493Will pleade like Angels, Trumpet-tongu'd against

494The deepe damnation of his taking off:

495And Pitty, like a naked New-borne-Babe,

496Striding the blast, or Heauens Cherubin, hors'd

497Vpon the sightlesse Curriors of the Ayre,

498Shall blow the horrid deed in euery eye,

499That teares shall drowne the winde. I haue no Spurre

500To pricke the sides of my intent, but onely

501Vaulting Ambition, which ore-leapes it selfe,

502And falles on th'other. Enter Lady.

503How now? What Newes?

504La. He has almost supt: why haue you left the chamber?

505Mac. Hath he ask'd for me?

506La. Know you not, he ha's?

507Mac. We will proceed no further in this Businesse:

508He hath Honour'd me of late, and I haue bought

509Golden Opinions from all sorts of people,

510Which would be worne now in their newest glosse,

511Not cast aside so soone.

512La. Was the hope drunke,

513Wherein you drest your selfe? Hath it slept since?

514And wakes it now to looke so greene, and pale,

515At what it did so freely? From this time,

516Such I account thy loue. Art thou affear'd

517To be the same in thine owne Act, and Valour,

518As thou art in desire? Would'st thou haue that

519Which thou esteem'st the Ornament of Life,

520And liue a Coward in thine owne Esteeme?

521Letting I dare not, wait vpon I would,

522Like the poore Cat i'th'Addage.

523Macb. Prythee peace:

524I dare do all that may become a man,

525Who dares no more, is none.

526La. What Beast was't then

527That made you breake this enterprize to me?

528When you durst do it, then you were a man:

529And to be more then what you were, you would

530Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place

531Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:

532They haue made themselues, and that their fitnesse now

533Do's vnmake you. I haue giuen Sucke, and know

534How tender 'tis to loue the Babe that milkes me,

535I would, while it was smyling in my Face,

536Haue pluckt my Nipple from his Bonelesse Gummes,

537And dasht the Braines out, had I so sworne

538As you haue done to this.

539Macb. If we should faile?

540Lady. We faile?

541But screw your courage to the sticking place,

542And wee'le not fayle: when Duncan is asleepe,

543(Whereto the rather shall his dayes hard Iourney

544Soundly inuite him) his two Chamberlaines

545Will I with Wine, and Wassell, so conuince,

546That Memorie, the Warder of the Braine,

547Shall be a Fume, and the Receit of Reason

548A Lymbeck onely: when in Swinish sleepe,

549Their drenched Natures lyes as in a Death,

550What cannot you and I performe vpon

551Th'vnguarded Duncan? What not put vpon

552His spungie Officers? who shall beare the guilt

553Of our great quell.

554Macb. Bring forth Men-Children onely:

555For thy vndaunted Mettle should compose

556Nothing but Males. Will it not be receiu'd,

557When we haue mark'd with blood those sleepie two

558Of his owne Chamber, and vs'd their very Daggers,

559That they haue don't?

560Lady. Who dares receiue it other,

561As we shall make our Griefes and Clamor rore,

562Vpon his Death?

563Macb. I am settled, and bend vp

564Each corporall Agent to this terrible Feat.

565Away, and mock the time with fairest show,

566False Face must hide what the false Heart doth know.

571Banq. How goes the Night, Boy?

572Fleance. The Moone is downe: I haue not heard the

573Clock.

574Banq. And she goes downe at Twelue.

575Fleance. I take't, 'tis later, Sir.

576Banq. Hold, take my Sword:

577There's Husbandry in Heauen,

578Their Candles are all out: take thee that too.

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579A heauie Summons lyes like Lead vpon me,

580And yet I would not sleepe:

581Mercifull Powers, restraine in me the cursed thoughts

582That Nature giues way to in repose.

584Giue me my Sword: who's there?

585Macb. A Friend.

586Banq. What Sir, not yet at rest? the King's a bed.

587He hath beene in vnusuall Pleasure,

588And sent forth great Largesse to your Offices.

589This Diamond he greetes your Wife withall,

590By the name of most kind Hostesse,

591And shut vp in measurelesse content.

592Mac. Being vnprepar'd,

593Our will became the seruant to defect,

594Which else should free haue wrought.

595Banq. All's well.

596I dreamt last Night of the three weyward Sisters:

597To you they haue shew'd some truth.

598Macb. I thinke not of them:

599Yet when we can entreat an houre to serue,

600We would spend it in some words vpon that Businesse,

601If you would graunt the time.

602Banq. At your kind'st leysure.

603Macb. If you shall cleaue to my consent,

604When 'tis, it shall make Honor for you.

605Banq. So I lose none,

606In seeking to augment it, but still keepe

607My Bosome franchis'd, and Allegeance cleare,

608I shall be counsail'd.

609Macb. Good repose the while.

610Banq. Thankes Sir: the like to you. Exit Banquo.

611Macb. Goe bid thy Mistresse, when my drinke is ready,

612She strike vpon the Bell. Get thee to bed. Exit.

613Is this a Dagger, which I see before me,

614The Handle toward my Hand? Come, let me clutch thee:

615I haue thee not, and yet I see thee still.

616Art thou not fatall Vision, sensible

617To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but

618A Dagger of the Minde, a false Creation,

619Proceeding from the heat-oppressed Braine?

620I see thee yet, in forme as palpable,

621As this which now I draw.

622Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going,

623And such an Instrument I was to vse.

624Mine Eyes are made the fooles o'th'other Sences,

625Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still;

626And on thy Blade, and Dudgeon, Gouts of Blood,

627Which was not so before. There's no such thing:

628It is the bloody Businesse, which informes

629Thus to mine Eyes. Now o're the one halfe World

630Nature seemes dead, and wicked Dreames abuse

631The Curtain'd sleepe: Witchcraft celebrates

632Pale Heccats Offrings: and wither'd Murther,

633Alarum'd by his Centinell, the Wolfe,

634Whose howle's his Watch, thus with his stealthy pace,

635With Tarquins rauishing sides, towards his designe

636Moues like a Ghost. Thou sowre and firme-set Earth

637Heare not my steps, which they may walke, for feare

638Thy very stones prate of my where-about,

639And take the present horror from the time,

640Which now sutes with it. Whiles I threat, he liues:

641Words to the heat of deedes too cold breath giues.

643I goe, and it is done: the Bell inuites me.

644Heare it not, Duncan, for it is a Knell,

645That summons thee to Heauen, or to Hell. Exit.

648La. That which hath made thẽ drunk, hath made me bold:

649What hath quench'd them, hath giuen me fire.

650Hearke, peace: it was the Owle that shriek'd,

651The fatall Bell-man, which giues the stern'st good-night.

652He is about it, the Doores are open:

653And the surfeted Groomes doe mock their charge

654With Snores. I haue drugg'd their Possets,

655That Death and Nature doe contend about them,

656Whether they liue, or dye.

658Macb. Who's there? what hoa?

659Lady. Alack, I am afraid they haue awak'd,

660And 'tis not done: th'attempt, and not the deed,

661Confounds vs: hearke: I lay'd their Daggers ready,

662He could not misse 'em. Had he not resembled

663My Father as he slept, I had don't.

664My Husband?

665Macb. I haue done the deed:

666Didst thou not heare a noyse?

667Lady. I heard the Owle schreame, and the Crickets cry.

668Did not you speake?

669Macb. When?

670Lady. Now.

671Macb. As I descended?

672Lady. I.

673Macb. Hearke, who lyes i'th'second Chamber?

674Lady. Donalbaine.

675Mac. This is a sorry sight.

676Lady. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.

677Macb. There's one did laugh in's sleepe,

678And one cry'd Murther, that they did wake each other:

679I stood, and heard them: But they did say their Prayers,

680And addrest them againe to sleepe.

681Lady. There are two lodg'd together.

682Macb. One cry'd God blesse vs, and Amen the other,

683As they had seene me with these Hangmans hands:

684Listning their feare, I could not say Amen,

685When they did say God blesse vs.

686Lady. Consider it not so deepely.

687Mac. But wherefore could not I pronounce Amen?

688I had most need of Blessing, and Amen stuck in my throat.

689Lady. These deeds must not be thought

690After these wayes: so, it will make vs mad.

691Macb. Me thought I heard a voyce cry, Sleep no more:

692Macbeth does murther Sleepe, the innocent Sleepe,

693Sleepe that knits vp the rauel'd Sleeue of Care,

694The death of each dayes Life, sore Labors Bath,

695Balme of hurt Mindes, great Natures second Course,

696Chiefe nourisher in Life's Feast.

697Lady. What doe you meane?

698Macb. Still it cry'd, Sleepe no more to all the House:

699Glamis hath murther'd Sleepe, and therefore Cawdor

700Shall sleepe no more: Macbeth shall sleepe no more.

701Lady. Who was it, that thus cry'd? why worthy Thane,

702You doe vnbend your Noble strength, to thinke

703So braine-sickly of things: Goe get some Water,

704And wash this filthie Witnesse from your Hand.

705Why did you bring these Daggers from the place?

706They must lye there: goe carry them, and smeare

707The sleepie Groomes with blood.

708Macb. Ile goe no more:

709I am afraid, to thinke what I haue done:

710Looke on't againe, I dare not.

711Lady. Infirme of purpose:

712Giue me the Daggers: the sleeping, and the dead,

713Are but as Pictures: 'tis the Eye of Child-hood,

714That feares a painted Deuill. If he doe bleed,

715Ile guild the Faces of the Groomes withall,

716For it must seeme their Guilt. Exit.

718Macb. Whence is that knocking?

719How is't with me, when euery noyse appalls me?

720What Hands are here? hah: they pluck out mine Eyes.

721Will all great Neptunes Ocean wash this blood

722Cleane from my Hand? no: this my Hand will rather

723The multitudinous Seas incarnardine,

724Making the Greene one, Red.

726Lady. My Hands are of your colour: but I shame

727To weare a Heart so white. Knocke.

728I heare a knocking at the South entry:

729Retyre we to our Chamber:

730A little Water cleares vs of this deed.

731How easie is it then? your Constancie

732Hath left you vnattended. Knocke.

733Hearke, more knocking.

734Get on your Night-Gowne, least occasion call vs,

735And shew vs to be Watchers: be not lost

736So poorely in your thoughts.

737Macb. To know my deed, Knocke.

738'Twere best not know my selfe.

739Wake Duncan with thy knocking:

740I would thou could'st. Exeunt.

744Porter. Here's a knocking indeede: if a man were

745Porter of Hell Gate, hee should haue old turning the

746Key. Knock. Knock, Knock, Knock. Who's there

747i'th'name of Belzebub? Here's a Farmer, that hang'd

748himselfe on th'expectation of Plentie: Come in time, haue

749Napkins enow about you, here you'le sweat for't. Knock.

750Knock, knock. Who's there in th'other Deuils Name?

751Faith here's an Equiuocator, that could sweare in both

752the Scales against eyther Scale, who committed Treason

753enough for Gods sake, yet could not equiuocate to Hea-

754uen: oh come in, Equiuocator. Knock. Knock,

755Knock, Knock. Who's there? 'Faith here's an English

756Taylor come hither, for stealing out of a French Hose:

757Come in Taylor, here you may rost your Goose. Knock.

758Knock, Knock. Neuer at quiet: What are you? but this

759place is too cold for Hell. Ile Deuill-Porter it no further:

760I had thought to haue let in some of all Professions, that

761goe the Primrose way to th'euerlasting Bonfire. Knock.

762Anon, anon, I pray you remember the Porter.

764Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to Bed,

765That you doe lye so late?

766Port. Faith Sir, we were carowsing till the second Cock:

767And Drinke, Sir, is a great prouoker of three things.

768Macd. What three things does Drinke especially

769prouoke?

770Port. Marry, Sir, Nose-painting, Sleepe, and Vrine.

771Lecherie, Sir, it prouokes, and vnprouokes: it prouokes

772the desire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore

773much Drinke may be said to be an Equiuocator with Le-

774cherie: it makes him, and it marres him; it sets him on,

775and it takes him off; it perswades him, and dis-heartens

776him; makes him stand too, and not stand too: in conclu-

777sion, equiuocates him in a sleepe, and giuing him the Lye,

778leaues him.

779Macd. I beleeue, Drinke gaue thee the Lye last Night.

780Port. That it did, Sir, i'the very Throat on me: but I

781requited him for his Lye, and (I thinke) being too strong

782for him, though he tooke vp my Legges sometime, yet I

783made a Shift to cast him.

785Macd. Is thy Master stirring?

786Our knocking ha's awak'd him: here he comes.

787Lenox. Good morrow, Noble Sir.

788Macb. Good morrow both.

789Macd. Is the King stirring, worthy Thane?

790Macb. Not yet.

791Macd. He did command me to call timely on him,

792I haue almost slipt the houre.

793Macb. Ile bring you to him.

794Macd. I know this is a ioyfull trouble to you:

795But yet 'tis one.

796Macb. The labour we delight in, Physicks paine:

797This is the Doore.

798Macd. Ile make so bold to call, for 'tis my limitted

799seruice. Exit Macduffe.

800Lenox. Goes the King hence to day?

801Macb. He does: he did appoint so.

802Lenox. The Night ha's been vnruly:

803Where we lay, our Chimneys were blowne downe,

804And (as they say) lamentings heard i'th'Ayre;

805Strange Schreemes of Death,

806And Prophecying, with Accents terrible,

807Of dyre Combustion, and confus'd Euents,

808New hatch'd toth'wofull time.

809The obscure Bird clamor'd the liue-long Night.

810Some say, the Earth was feuorous,

811And did shake.

812Macb. 'Twas a rough Night.

813Lenox. My young remembrance cannot paralell

814A fellow to it.

816Macd. O horror, horror, horror,

817Tongue nor Heart cannot conceiue, nor name thee.

818Macb. and Lenox. What's the matter?

819Macd. Confusion now hath made his Master-peece:

820Most sacrilegious Murther hath broke ope

821The Lords anoynted Temple, and stole thence

822The Life o'th'Building.

823Macb. What is't you say, the Life?

824Lenox. Meane you his Maiestie?

825Macd. Approch the Chamber, and destroy your sight

826With a new Gorgon. Doe not bid me speake:

mm3 See,

827See, and then speake your selues: awake, awake,

829Ring the Alarum Bell: Murther, and Treason,

830Banquo, and Donalbaine: Malcolme awake,

831Shake off this Downey sleepe, Deaths counterfeit,

832And looke on Death it selfe: vp, vp, and see

833The great Doomes Image: Malcolme, Banquo,

834As from your Graues rise vp, and walke like Sprights,

835To countenance this horror. Ring the Bell.

837Lady. What's the Businesse?

838That such a hideous Trumpet calls to parley

839The sleepers of the House? speake, speake.

840Macd. O gentle Lady,

841'Tis not for you to heare what I can speake:

842The repetition in a Womans eare,

843Would murther as it fell.

845O Banquo, Banquo, Our Royall Master's murther'd.

846Lady. Woe, alas:

847What, in our House?

848Ban. Too cruell, any where.

849Deare Duff, I prythee contradict thy selfe,

850And say, it is not so.

852Macb. Had I but dy'd an houre before this chance,

853I had liu'd a blessed time: for from this instant,

854There's nothing serious in Mortalitie:

855All is but Toyes: Renowne and Grace is dead,

856The Wine of Life is drawne, and the meere Lees

857Is left this Vault, to brag of.

859Donal. What is amisse?

860Macb. You are, and doe not know't:

861The Spring, the Head, the Fountaine of your Blood

862Is stopt, the very Source of it is stopt.

863Macd. Your Royall Father's murther'd.

864Mal. Oh, by whom?

865Lenox. Those of his Chamber, as it seem'd, had don't:

866Their Hands and Faces were all badg'd with blood,

867So were their Daggers, which vnwip'd, we found

868Vpon their Pillowes: they star'd, and were distracted,

869No mans Life was to be trusted with them.

870Macb. O, yet I doe repent me of my furie,

871That I did kill them.

872Macd. Wherefore did you so?

873Macb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temp'rate, & furious,

874Loyall, and Neutrall, in a moment? No man:

875Th'expedition of my violent Loue

876Out-run the pawser, Reason. Here lay Duncan,

877His Siluer skinne, lac'd with his Golden Blood,

878And his gash'd Stabs, look'd like a Breach in Nature,

879For Ruines wastfull entrance: there the Murtherers,

880Steep'd in the Colours of their Trade; their Daggers

881Vnmannerly breech'd with gore: who could refraine,

882That had a heart to loue; and in that heart,

883Courage, to make's loue knowne?

884Lady. Helpe me hence, hoa.

885Macd. Looke to the Lady.

886Mal. Why doe we hold our tongues,

887That most may clayme this argument for ours?

888Donal. What should be spoken here,

889Where our Fate hid in an augure hole,

890May rush, and seize vs? Let's away,

891Our Teares are not yet brew'd.

892Mal. Nor our strong Sorrow

893Vpon the foot of Motion.

894Banq. Looke to the Lady:

895And when we haue our naked Frailties hid,

896That suffer in exposure; let vs meet,

897And question this most bloody piece of worke,

898To know it further. Feares and scruples shake vs:

899In the great Hand of God I stand, and thence,

900Against the vndivulg'd pretence, I fight

901Of Treasonous Mallice.

902Macd. And so doe I.

903All. So all.

904Macb. Let's briefely put on manly readinesse,

905And meet i'th'Hall together.

906All. Well contented. Exeunt.

907Malc. What will you doe?

908Let's not consort with them:

909To shew an vnfelt Sorrow, is an Office

910Which the false man do's easie.

911Ile to England.

912Don. To Ireland, I:

913Our seperated fortune shall keepe vs both the safer:

914Where we are, there's Daggers in mens Smiles;

915The neere in blood, the neerer bloody.

916Malc. This murtherous Shaft that's shot,

917Hath not yet lighted: and our safest way,

918Is to auoid the ayme. Therefore to Horse,

919And let vs not be daintie of leaue-taking,

920But shift away: there's warrant in that Theft,

921Which steales it selfe, when there's no mercie left.

925Old man. Threescore and ten I can remember well,

926Within the Volume of which Time, I haue seene

927Houres dreadfull, and things strange: but this sore Night

928Hath trifled former knowings.

929Rosse. Ha, good Father,

930Thou seest the Heauens, as troubled with mans Act,

931Threatens his bloody Stage: byth'Clock 'tis Day,

932And yet darke Night strangles the trauailing Lampe:

933Is't Nights predominance, or the Dayes shame,

934That Darknesse does the face of Earth intombe,

935When liuing Light should kisse it?

936Old man. 'Tis vnnaturall,

937Euen like the deed that's done: On Tuesday last,

938A Faulcon towring in her pride of place,

939Was by a Mowsing Owle hawkt at, and kill'd.

940Rosse. And Duncans Horses,

941(A thing most strange, and certaine)

942Beauteous, and swift, the Minions of their Race,

943Turn'd wilde in nature, broke their stalls, flong out,

944Contending 'gainst Obedience, as they would

945Make Warre with Mankinde.

946Old man. 'Tis said, they eate each other.

947Rosse. They did so:

948To th'amazement of mine eyes that look'd vpon't.

950Heere comes the good Macduffe.

951How goes the world Sir, now?

952Macd. Why see you not?

953Ross. Is't known who did this more then bloody deed?

954Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slaine.

955Ross. Alas the day,

956What good could they pretend?

957Macd. They were subborned,

958Malcolme, and Donalbaine the Kings two Sonnes

959Are stolne away and fled, which puts vpon them

960Suspition of the deed.

961Rosse. 'Gainst Nature still,

962Thriftlesse Ambition, that will rauen vp

963Thine owne liues meanes: Then 'tis most like,

964The Soueraignty will fall vpon Macbeth.

965Macd. He is already nam'd, and gone to Scone

966To be inuested.

967Rosse. Where is Duncans body?

968Macd. Carried to Colmekill,

969The Sacred Store-house of his Predecessors,

970And Guardian of their Bones.

971Rosse. Will you to Scone?

972Macd. No Cosin, Ile to Fife.

973Rosse. Well, I will thither.

974Macd. Well may you see things wel done there: Adieu

975Least our old Robes sit easier then our new.

976Rosse. Farewell, Father.

977Old M. Gods benyson go with you, and with those

978That would make good of bad, and Friends of Foes.

982Banq. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,

983As the weyard Women promis'd, and I feare

984Thou playd'st most fowly for't: yet it was saide

985It should not stand in thy Posterity,

986But that my selfe should be the Roote, and Father

987Of many Kings. If there come truth from them,

988As vpon thee Macbeth, their Speeches shine,

989Why by the verities on thee made good,

990May they not be my Oracles as well,

991And set me vp in hope. But hush, no more.

994Macb. Heere's our chiefe Guest.

995La. If he had beene forgotten,

996It had bene as a gap in our great Feast,

997And all-thing vnbecomming.

998Macb. To night we hold a solemne Supper sir,

999And Ile request your presence.

1000Banq. Let your Highnesse

1001Command vpon me, to the which my duties

1002Are with a most indissoluble tye

1003For euer knit.

1004Macb. Ride you this afternoone?

1005Ban. I, my good Lord.

1006Macb. We should haue else desir'd your good aduice

1007(Which still hath been both graue, and prosperous)

1008In this dayes Councell: but wee'le take to morrow.

1009Is't farre you ride?

1010Ban. As farre, my Lord, as will fill vp the time

1011'Twixt this, and Supper. Goe not my Horse the better,

1012I must become a borrower of the Night,

1013For a darke houre, or twaine.

1014Macb. Faile not our Feast.

1015Ban. My Lord, I will not.

1016Macb. We heare our bloody Cozens are bestow'd

1017In England, and in Ireland, not confessing

1018Their cruell Parricide, filling their hearers

1019With strange inuention. But of that to morrow,

1020When therewithall, we shall haue cause of State,

1021Crauing vs ioyntly. Hye you to Horse:

1022Adieu, till you returne at Night.

1023Goes Fleance with you?

1024Ban. I, my good Lord: our time does call vpon's.

1025Macb. I wish your Horses swift, and sure of foot:

1026And so I doe commend you to their backs.

1027Farwell. Exit Banquo.

1028Let euery man be master of his time,

1029Till seuen at Night, to make societie

1030The sweeter welcome:

1031We will keepe our selfe till Supper time alone:

1032While then, God be with you. Exeunt Lords.

1033Sirrha, a word with you: Attend those men

1034Our pleasure?

1035Seruant. They are, my Lord, without the Pallace

1036Gate.

1037Macb. Bring them before vs. Exit Seruant.

1038To be thus, is nothing, but to be safely thus:

1039Our feares in Banquo sticke deepe,

1040And in his Royaltie of Nature reignes that

1041Which would be fear'd. 'Tis much he dares,

1042And to that dauntlesse temper of his Minde,

1043He hath a Wisdome, that doth guide his Valour,

1044To act in safetie. There is none but he,

1045Whose being I doe feare: and vnder him,

1046My Genius is rebuk'd, as it is said

1047Mark Anthonies was by Caesar. He chid the Sisters,

1048When first they put the Name of King vpon me,

1049And bad them speake to him. Then Prophet-like,

1050They hayl'd him Father to a Line of Kings.

1051Vpon my Head they plac'd a fruitlesse Crowne,

1052And put a barren Scepter in my Gripe,

1053Thence to be wrencht with an vnlineall Hand,

1054No Sonne of mine succeeding: if't be so,

1055For Banquo's Issue haue I fil'd my Minde,

1056For them, the gracious Duncan haue I murther'd,

1057Put Rancours in the Vessell of my Peace

1058Onely for them, and mine eternall Iewell

1059Giuen to the common Enemie of Man,

1060To make them Kings, the Seedes of Banquo Kings.

1061Rather then so, come Fate into the Lyst,

1062And champion me to th'vtterance.

1063Who's there?

1065Now goe to the Doore, and stay there till we call.

1067Was it not yesterday we spoke together?

1068Murth. It was, so please your Highnesse.

1069Macb. Well then,

1070Now haue you consider'd of my speeches:

1071Know, that it was he, in the times past,

1072Which held you so vnder fortune,

1073Which you thought had been our innocent selfe.

1074This I made good to you, in our last conference,

1075Past in probation with you:

1076How you were borne in hand, how crost:

1077The Instruments: who wrought with them:

1078And all things else, that might

1079To halfe a Soule, and to a Notion craz'd,

1080Say, Thus did Banquo.

10811.Murth. You made it knowne to vs.

1082Macb. I did so:

1083And went further, which is now

1084Our point of second meeting.

1085Doe you finde your patience so predominant,

1086In your nature, that you can let this goe?

1087Are you so Gospell'd, to pray for this good man,

1088And for his Issue, whose heauie hand

1089Hath bow'd you to the Graue, and begger'd

1090Yours for euer?

10911.Murth. We are men, my Liege.

1092Macb. I, in the Catalogue ye goe for men,

1093As Hounds, and Greyhounds, Mungrels, Spaniels, Curres,

1094Showghes, Water-Rugs, and Demy-Wolues are clipt

1095All by the Name of Dogges: the valued file

1096Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,

1097The House-keeper, the Hunter, euery one

1098According to the gift, which bounteous Nature

1099Hath in him clos'd: whereby he does receiue

1100Particular addition, from the Bill,

1101That writes them all alike: and so of men.

1102Now, if you haue a station in the file,

1103Not i'th' worst ranke of Manhood, say't,

1104And I will put that Businesse in your Bosomes,

1105Whose execution takes your Enemie off,

1106Grapples you to the heart; and loue of vs,

1107Who weare our Health but sickly in his Life,

1108Which in his Death were perfect.

11092.Murth. I am one, my Liege,

1110Whom the vile Blowes and Buffets of the World

1111Hath so incens'd, that I am recklesse what I doe,

1112To spight the World.

11131.Murth. And I another,

1114So wearie with Disasters, tugg'd with Fortune,

1115That I would set my Life on any Chance,

1116To mend it, or be rid on't.

1117Macb. Both of you know Banquo was your Enemie.

1118Murth. True, my Lord.

1119Macb. So is he mine: and in such bloody distance,

1120That euery minute of his being, thrusts

1121Against my neer'st of Life: and though I could

1122With bare-fac'd power sweepe him from my sight,

1123And bid my will auouch it; yet I must not,

1124For certaine friends that are both his, and mine,

1125Whose loues I may not drop, but wayle his fall,

1126Who I my selfe struck downe: and thence it is,

1127That I to your assistance doe make loue,

1128Masking the Businesse from the common Eye,

1129For sundry weightie Reasons.

11302.Murth. We shall, my Lord,

1131Performe what you command vs.

11321.Murth. Though our Liues--

1133Macb. Your Spirits shine through you.

1134Within this houre, at most,

1135I will aduise you where to plant your selues,

1136Acquaint you with the perfect Spy o'th' time,

1137The moment on't, for't must be done to Night,

1138And something from the Pallace: alwayes thought,

1139That I require a clearenesse; and with him,

1140To leaue no Rubs nor Botches in the Worke:

1141Fleans, his Sonne, that keepes him companie,

1142Whose absence is no lesse materiall to me,

1143Then is his Fathers, must embrace the fate

1144Of that darke houre: resolue your selues apart,

1145Ile come to you anon.

1146Murth. We are resolu'd, my Lord.

1147Macb. Ile call vpon you straight: abide within,

1148It is concluded: Banquo, thy Soules flight,

1149If it finde Heauen, must finde it out to Night. Exeunt.

1152Lady. Is Banquo gone from Court?

1153Seruant. I, Madame, but returnes againe to Night.

1154Lady. Say to the King, I would attend his leysure,

1155For a few words.

1156Seruant. Madame, I will. Exit.

1157Lady. Nought's had, all's spent,

1158Where our desire is got without content:

1159'Tis safer, to be that which we destroy,

1160Then by destruction dwell in doubtfull ioy.

1162How now, my Lord, why doe you keepe alone?

1163Of sorryest Fancies your Companions making,

1164Vsing those Thoughts, which should indeed haue dy'd

1165With them they thinke on: things without all remedie

1166Should be without regard: what's done, is done.

1167Macb. We haue scorch'd the Snake, not kill'd it:

1168Shee'le close, and be her selfe, whilest our poore Mallice

1169Remaines in danger of her former Tooth.

1170But let the frame of things dis-ioynt,

1171Both the Worlds suffer,

1172Ere we will eate our Meale in feare, and sleepe

1173In the affliction of these terrible Dreames,

1174That shake vs Nightly: Better be with the dead,

1175Whom we, to gayne our peace, haue sent to peace,

1176Then on the torture of the Minde to lye

1177In restlesse extasie.

1178Duncane is in his Graue:

1179After Lifes fitfull Feuer, he sleepes well,

1180Treason ha's done his worst: nor Steele, nor Poyson,

1181Mallice domestique, forraine Leuie, nothing,

1182Can touch him further.

1183Lady. Come on:

1184Gentle my Lord, sleeke o're your rugged Lookes,

1185Be bright and Iouiall among your Guests to Night.

1186Macb. So shall I Loue, and so I pray be you:

1187Let your remembrance apply to Banquo,

1188Present him Eminence, both with Eye and Tongue:

1189Vnsafe the while, that wee must laue

1190Our Honors in these flattering streames,

1191And make our Faces Vizards to our Hearts,

1192Disguising what they are.

1193Lady. You must leaue this.

1194Macb. O, full of Scorpions is my Minde, deare Wife:

1195Thou know'st, that Banquo and his Fleans liues.

1196Lady. But in them, Natures Coppie's not eterne.

1197Macb. There's comfort yet, they are assaileable,

1198Then be thou iocund: ere the Bat hath flowne

1199His Cloyster'd flight, ere to black Heccats summons

1200The shard-borne Beetle, with his drowsie hums,

1201Hath rung Nights yawning Peale,

1202There shall be done a deed of dreadfull note.

1203Lady. What's to be done?

1204Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest Chuck,

1205Till thou applaud the deed: Come, seeling Night,

1206Skarfe vp the tender Eye of pittifull Day,

1207And with thy bloodie and inuisible Hand

1208Cancell and teare to pieces that great Bond,

1209Which keepes me pale. Light thickens,

1210And the Crow makes Wing toth'Rookie Wood:

1211Good things of Day begin to droope, and drowse,

1212Whiles Nights black Agents to their Prey's doe rowse.

1213Thou maruell'st at my words: but hold thee still,

1214Things bad begun, make strong themselues by ill:

1215So prythee goe with me. Exeunt.

12181. But who did bid thee ioyne with vs?

12193. Macbeth.

12202. He needes not our mistrust, since he deliuers

1221Our Offices, and what we haue to doe,

1222To the direction iust.

12231. Then stand with vs:

1224The West yet glimmers with some streakes of Day.

1225Now spurres the lated Traueller apace,

1226To gayne the timely Inne, end neere approches

1227The subiect of our Watch.

12283. Hearke, I heare Horses.

1229Banquo within. Giue vs a Light there, hoa.

12302. Then 'tis hee:

1231The rest, that are within the note of expectation,

1232Alreadie are i'th'Court.

12331. His Horses goe about.

12343. Almost a mile: but he does vsually,

1235So all men doe, from hence toth'Pallace Gate

1236Make it their Walke.

12382. A Light, a Light.

12393. 'Tis hee.

12401. Stand too't.

1241Ban. It will be Rayne to Night.

12421. Let it come downe.

1243Ban. O, Trecherie!

1244Flye good Fleans, flye, flye, flye,

1245Thou may'st reuenge. O Slaue!

12463. Who did strike out the Light?

12471. Was't not the way?

12483. There's but one downe: the Sonne is fled.

12492. We haue lost

1250Best halfe of our Affaire.

12511. Well, let's away, and say how much is done.

1256Macb. You know your owne degrees, sit downe:

1257At first and last, the hearty welcome.

1258Lords. Thankes to your Maiesty.

1259Macb. Our selfe will mingle with Society,

1260And play the humble Host:

1261Our Hostesse keepes her State, but in best time

1262We will require her welcome.

1263La. Pronounce it for me Sir, to all our Friends,

1264For my heart speakes, they are welcome.

1266Macb. See they encounter thee with their harts thanks

1267Both sides are euen: heere Ile sit i'th'mid'st,

1268Be large in mirth, anon wee'l drinke a Measure

1269The Table round. There's blood vpon thy face.

1270Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.

1271Macb. 'Tis better thee without, then he within.

1272Is he dispatch'd?

1273Mur. My Lord his throat is cut, that I did for him.

1274Mac. Thou art the best o'th'Cut-throats,

1275Yet hee's good that did the like for Fleans:

1276If thou did'st it, thou art the Non-pareill.

1277Mur. Most Royall Sir

1278Fleans is scap'd.

1279Macb. Then comes my Fit againe:

1280I had else beene perfect;

1281Whole as the Marble, founded as the Rocke,

1282As broad, and generall, as the casing Ayre:

1283But now I am cabin'd, crib'd, confin'd, bound in

1284To sawcy doubts, and feares. But Banquo's safe?

1285Mur. I, my good Lord: safe in a ditch he bides,

1286With twenty trenched gashes on his head;

1287The least a Death to Nature.

1288Macb. Thankes for that:

1289There the growne Serpent lyes, the worme that's fled

1290Hath Nature that in time will Venom breed,

1291No teeth for th'present. Get thee gone, to morrow

1292Wee'l heare our selues againe. Exit Murderer.

1293Lady. My Royall Lord,

1294You do not giue the Cheere, the Feast is sold

1295That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a making:

1296'Tis giuen, with welcome: to feede were best at home:

1297From thence, the sawce to meate is Ceremony,

1298Meeting were bare without it.

1300Macb. Sweet Remembrancer:

1301Now good digestion waite on Appetite,

1302And health on both.

1303Lenox. May't please your Highnesse sit.

1304Macb. Here had we now our Countries Honor, roof'd,

1305Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present:

1306Who, may I rather challenge for vnkindnesse,

1307Then pitty for Mischance.

1308Rosse. His absence (Sir)

1309Layes blame vpon his promise. Pleas't your Highnesse

1310To grace vs with your Royall Company?

1311Macb. The Table's full.

1312Lenox. Heere is a place reseru'd Sir.

1313Macb. Where?

1314Lenox. Heere my good Lord.

1315What is't that moues your Highnesse?

1316Macb. Which of you haue done this?

1317Lords. What, my good Lord?

1318Macb. Thou canst not say I did it: neuer shake

1319Thy goary lockes at me.

1320Rosse. Gentlemen rise, his Highnesse is not well.

1321Lady. Sit worthy Friends: my Lord is often thus,

1322And hath beene from his youth. Pray you keepe Seat,

1323The fit is momentary, vpon a thought

1324He will againe be well. If much you note him

1325You shall offend him, and extend his Passion,

1326Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?

1327Macb. I, and a bold one, that dare looke on that

1328Which might appall the Diuell.

1329La. O proper stuffe:

1330This is the very painting of your feare:

1331This is the Ayre-drawne-Dagger which you said

1332Led you to Duncan. O, these flawes and starts

1333(Impostors to true feare) would well become

1334A womans story, at a Winters fire

1335Authoriz'd by her Grandam: shame it selfe,

1336Why do you make such faces? When all's done

1337You looke but on a stoole.

1338Macb. Prythee see there:

1339Behold, looke, loe, how say you:

1340Why what care I, if thou canst nod, speake too.

1341If Charnell houses, and our Graues must send

1342Those that we bury, backe; our Monuments

1343Shall be the Mawes of Kytes.

1344La. What? quite vnmann'd in folly.

1345Macb. If I stand heere, I saw him.

1346La. Fie for shame.

1347Macb. Blood hath bene shed ere now, i'th'olden time

1348Ere humane Statute purg'd the gentle Weale:

1349I, and since too, Murthers haue bene perform'd

1350Too terrible for the eare. The times has bene,

1351That when the Braines were out, the man would dye,

1352And there an end: But now they rise againe

1353With twenty mortall murthers on their crownes,

1354And push vs from our stooles. This is more strange

1355Then such a murther is.

1356La. My worthy Lord

1357Your Noble Friends do lacke you.

1358Macb. I do forget:

1359Do not muse at me my most worthy Friends,

1360I haue a strange infirmity, which is nothing

1361To those that know me. Come, loue and health to all,

1362Then Ile sit downe: Giue me some Wine, fill full:

1364I drinke to th'generall ioy o'th'whole Table,

1365And to our deere Friend Banquo, whom we misse:

1366Would he were heere: to all, and him we thirst,

1367And all to all.

1368Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.

1369Mac. Auant, & quit my sight, let the earth hide thee:

1370Thy bones are marrowlesse, thy blood is cold:

1371Thou hast no speculation in those eyes

1372Which thou dost glare with.

1373La. Thinke of this good Peeres

1374But as a thing of Custome: 'Tis no other,

1375Onely it spoyles the pleasure of the time.

1376Macb. What man dare, I dare:

1377Approach thou like the rugged Russian Beare,

1378The arm'd Rhinoceros, or th' Hircan Tiger,

1379Take any shape but that, and my firme Nerues

1380Shall neuer tremble. Or be aliue againe,

1381And dare me to the Desart with thy Sword:

1382If trembling I inhabit then, protest mee

1383The Baby of a Girle. Hence horrible shadow,

1384Vnreall mock'ry hence. Why so, being gone

1385I am a man againe: pray you sit still.

1386La. You haue displac'd the mirth,

1387Broke the good meeting, with most admir'd disorder.

1388Macb. Can such things be,

1389And ouercome vs like a Summers Clowd,

1390Without our speciall wonder? You make me strange

1391Euen to the disposition that I owe,

1392When now I thinke you can behold such sights,

1393And keepe the naturall Rubie of your Cheekes,

1394When mine is blanch'd with feare.

1395Rosse. What sights, my Lord?

1396La. I pray you speake not: he growes worse & worse

1397Question enrages him: at once, goodnight.

1398Stand not vpon the order of your going,

1399But go at once.

1400Len. Good night, and better health

1401Attend his Maiesty.

1402La. A kinde goodnight to all. Exit Lords.

1403Macb. It will haue blood they say:

1404Blood will haue Blood:

1405Stones haue beene knowne to moue, & Trees to speake:

1406Augures, and vnderstood Relations, haue

1407By Maggot Pyes, & Choughes, & Rookes brought forth

1408The secret'st man of Blood. What is the night?

1409La. Almost at oddes with morning, which is which.

1410Macb. How say'st thou that Macduff denies his person

1411At our great bidding.

1412La: Did you send to him Sir?

1413Macb. I heare it by the way: But I will send:

1414There's not a one of them but in his house

1415I keepe a Seruant Feed. I will to morrow

1416(And betimes I will) to the weyard Sisters.

1417More shall they speake: for now I am bent to know

1418By the worst meanes, the worst, for mine owne good,

1419All causes shall giue way. I am in blood

1420Stept in so farre, that should I wade no more,

1421Returning were as tedious as go ore:

1422Strange things I haue in head, that will to hand,

1423Which must be acted, ere they may be scand.

1424La. You lacke the season of all Natures, sleepe.

1425Macb. Come, wee'l to sleepe: My strange & self-abuse

1426Is the initiate feare, that wants hard vse:

1427We are yet but yong indeed. Exeunt.

14311. Why how now Hecat, you looke angerly?

1432Hec. Haue I not reason (Beldams) as you are?

1433Sawcy, and ouer-bold, how did you dare

1434To Trade, and Trafficke with Macbeth,

1435In Riddles, and Affaires of death;

1436And I the Mistris of your Charmes,

1437The close contriuer of all harmes,

1438Was neuer call'd to beare my part,

1439Or shew the glory of our Art?

1440And which is worse, all you haue done

1441Hath bene but for a wayward Sonne,

1442Spightfull, and wrathfull, who (as others do)

1443Loues for his owne ends, not for you.

1444But make amends now: Get you gon,

1445And at the pit of Acheron

1446Meete me i'th'Morning: thither he

1447Will come, to know his Destinie.

1448Your Vessels, and your Spels prouide,

1449Your Charmes, and euery thing beside;

1450I am for th'Ayre: This night Ile spend

1451Vnto a dismall, and a Fatall end.

1452Great businesse must be wrought ere Noone.

1453Vpon the Corner of the Moone

1454There hangs a vap'rous drop, profound,

1455Ile catch it ere it come to ground;

1456And that distill'd by Magicke slights,

1457Shall raise such Artificiall Sprights,

1458As by the strength of their illusion,

1459Shall draw him on to his Confusion.

1460He shall spurne Fate, scorne Death, and beare

1461His hopes 'boue Wisedome, Grace, and Feare:

1462And you all know, Security

1463Is Mortals cheefest Enemie.

1465Hearke, I am call'd: my little Spirit see

1466Sits in a Foggy cloud, and stayes for me.

14681 Come, let's make hast, shee'l soone be

1469Backe againe. Exeunt.

1472Lenox. My former Speeches,

1473Haue but hit your Thoughts

1474Which can interpret farther: Onely I say

1475Things haue bin strangely borne. The gracious Duncan

1476Was pittied of Macbeth: marry he was dead:

1477And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late,

1478Whom you may say (if't please you) Fleans kill'd,

1479For Fleans fled: Men must not walke too late.

1480Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous

1481It was for Malcolme, and for Donalbane

1482To kill their gracious Father? Damned Fact,

1483How it did greeue Macbeth? Did he not straight

1484In pious rage, the two delinquents teare,

1485That were the Slaues of drinke, and thralles of sleepe?

1486Was not that Nobly done? I, and wisely too:

1487For 'twould haue anger'd any heart aliue

1488To heare the men deny't. So that I say,

1489He ha's borne all things well, and I do thinke,

1490That had he Duncans Sonnes vnder his Key,

1491(As, and't please Heauen he shall not) they should finde

1492What 'twere to kill a Father: So should Fleans.

1493But peace; for from broad words, and cause he fayl'd

1494His presence at the Tyrants Feast, I heare

1495Macduffe liues in disgrace. Sir, can you tell

1496Where he bestowes himselfe?

1497Lord. The Sonnes of Duncane

1498(From whom this Tyrant holds the due of Birth)

1499Liues in the English Court, and is receyu'd

1500Of the most Pious Edward, with such grace,

1501That the maleuolence of Fortune, nothing

1502Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduffe

1503Is gone, to pray the Holy King, vpon his ayd

1504To wake Northumberland, and warlike Seyward,

1505That by the helpe of these (with him aboue)

1506To ratifie the Worke) we may againe

1507Giue to our Tables meate, sleepe to our Nights:

1508Free from our Feasts, and Banquets bloody kniues;

1509Do faithfull Homage, and receiue free Honors,

1510All which we pine for now. And this report

1511Hath so exasperate their King, that hee

1512Prepares for some attempt of Warre.

1513Len. Sent he to Macduffe?

1514Lord. He did: and with an absolute Sir, not I

1515The clowdy Messenger turnes me his backe,

1516And hums; as who should say, you'l rue the time

1517That clogges me with this Answer.

1518Lenox. And that well might

1519Aduise him to a Caution, t hold what distance

1520His wisedome can prouide. Some holy Angell

1521Flye to the Court of England, and vnfold

1522His Message ere he come, that a swift blessing

1523May soone returne to this our suffering Country,

1524Vnder a hand accurs'd.

1525Lord. Ile send my Prayers with him. Exeunt

15281 Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd.

15292 Thrice, and once the Hedge-Pigge whin'd.

15303 Harpier cries, 'tis time, 'tis time.

15311 Round about the Caldron go:

1532In the poysond Entrailes throw

1533Toad, that vnder cold stone,

1534Dayes and Nights, ha's thirty one:

1535Sweltred Venom sleeping got,

1536Boyle thou first i'th'charmed pot.

1537All. Double, double, toile and trouble;

1538Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble.

15392 Fillet of a Fenny Snake,

1540In the Cauldron boyle and bake:

1541Eye of Newt, and Toe of Frogge,

1542Wooll of Bat, and Tongue of Dogge:

1543Adders Forke, and Blinde-wormes Sting,

1544Lizards legge, and Howlets wing:

1545For a Charme of powrefull trouble,

1546Like a Hell-broth, boyle and bubble.

1547All. Double, double, toyle and trouble,

1548Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble.

15493 Scale of Dragon, Tooth of Wolfe,

1550Witches Mummey, Maw, and Gulfe

1551Of the rauin'd salt Sea sharke:

1552Roote of Hemlocke, digg'd i'th'darke:

1553Liuer of Blaspheming Iew,

1554Gall of Goate, and Slippes of Yew,

1555Sliuer'd in the Moones Ecclipse:

1556Nose of Turke, and Tartars lips:

1557Finger of Birth-strangled Babe,

1558Ditch-deliuer'd by a Drab,

1559Make the Grewell thicke, and slab.

1560Adde thereto a Tigers Chawdron,

1561For th'Ingredience of our Cawdron.

1562All. Double, double, toyle and trouble,

1563Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble.

15642 Coole it with a Baboones blood,

1565Then the Charme is firme and good.

1567Hec. O well done: I commend your paines,

1568And euery one shall share i'th'gaines:

1569And now about the Cauldron sing

1570Like Elues and Fairies in a Ring,

1571Inchanting all that you put in.

15732 By the pricking of my Thumbes,

1574Something wicked this way comes:

1575Open Lockes, who euer knockes.

1577Macb. How now you secret, black, & midnight Hags?

1578What is't you do?

1579All. A deed without a name.

1580Macb. I coniure you, by that which you Professe,

1581(How ere you come to know it) answer me:

1582Though you vntye the Windes, and let them fight

1583Against the Churches: Though the yesty Waues

1584Confound and swallow Nauigation vp:

1585Though bladed Corne be lodg'd, & Trees blown downe,

1586Though Castles topple on their Warders heads:

1587Though Pallaces, and Pyramids do slope

1588Their heads to their Foundations: Though the treasure

1589Of Natures Germaine, tumble altogether,

1590Euen till destruction sicken: Answer me

1591To what I aske you.

15921 Speake.

15932 Demand.

15943 Wee'l answer.

15951 Say, if th'hadst rather heare it from our mouthes,

1596Or from our Masters.

1597Macb. Call 'em: let me see 'em.

15981 Powre in Sowes blood, that hath eaten

1599Her nine Farrow: Greaze that's sweaten

1600From the Murderers Gibbet, throw

1601Into the Flame.

1602All. Come high or low:

1603Thy Selfe and Office deaftly show. Thunder.

1605Macb. Tell me, thou vnknowne power.

16061 He knowes thy thought:

1607Heare his speech, but say thou nought.

16081 Appar. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth:

1609Beware Macduffe,

1610Beware the Thane of Fife: dismisse me. Enough.

1612Macb. What ere thou art, for thy good caution, thanks

1613Thou hast harp'd my feare aright. But one word more.

16141 He will not be commanded: heere's another

1615More potent then the first. Thunder.

16172 Appar. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth.

1618Macb. Had I three eares, Il'd heare thee.

16192 Appar. Be bloody, bold, & resolute:

1620Laugh to scorne

1621The powre of man: For none of woman borne

1622Shall harme Macbeth. Descends.

1623Mac. Then liue Macduffe: what need I feare of thee?

1624But yet Ile make assurance: double sure,

1625And take a Bond of Fate: thou shalt not liue,

1626That I may tell pale-hearted Feare, it lies;

1627And sleepe in spight of Thunder. Thunder

1629What is this, that rises like the issue of a King,

1630And weares vpon his Baby-brow, the round

1631And top of Soueraignty?

1632All. Listen, but speake not too't.

16333 Appar. Be Lyon metled, proud, and take no care:

1634Who chafes, who frets, or where Conspirers are:

1635Macbeth shall neuer vanquish'd be, vntill

1636Great Byrnam Wood, to high Dunsmane Hill

1637Shall come against him. Descend.

1638Macb. That will neuer bee:

1639Who can impresse the Forrest, bid the Tree

1640Vnfixe his earth-bound Root? Sweet boadments, good:

1641Rebellious dead, rise neuer till the Wood

1642Of Byrnan rise, and our high plac'd Macbeth

1643Shall liue the Lease of Nature, pay his breath

1644To time, and mortall Custome. Yet my Hart

1645Throbs to know one thing: Tell me, if your Art

1646Can tell so much: Shall Banquo's issue euer

1647Reigne in this Kingdome?

1648All. Seeke to know no more.

1649Macb. I will be satisfied. Deny me this,

1650And an eternall Curse fall on you: Let me know.

1651Why sinkes that Caldron? & what noise is this? Hoboyes

16521 Shew.

16532 Shew.

16543 Shew.

1655All. Shew his Eyes, and greeue his Hart,

1656Come like shadowes, so depart.

1659Macb. Thou art too like the Spirit of Banquo: Down:

1660Thy Crowne do's seare mine Eye-bals. And thy haire

1661Thou other Gold-bound-brow, is like the first:

1662A third, is like the former. Filthy Hagges,

1663Why do you shew me this? --- A fourth? Start eyes!

1664What will the Line stretch out to'th'cracke of Doome?

1665Another yet? A seauenth? Ile see no more:

1666And yet the eight appeares, who beares a glasse,

1667Which shewes me many more: and some I see,

1668That two-fold Balles, and trebble Scepters carry.

1669Horrible sight: Now I see 'tis true,

1670For the Blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles vpon me,

1671And points at them for his. What? is this so?

16721 I Sir, all this is so. But why

1673Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?

1674Come Sisters, cheere we vp his sprights,

1675And shew the best of our delights.

1676Ile Charme the Ayre to giue a sound,

1677While you performe your Antique round:

1678That this great King may kindly say,

1679Our duties, did his welcome pay. Musicke.

1681Macb. Where are they? Gone?

1682Let this pernitious houre,

1683Stand aye accursed in the Kalender.

1684Come in, without there. Enter Lenox.

1685Lenox. What's your Graces will.

1686Macb. Saw you the Weyard Sisters?

1687Lenox. No my Lord.

1688Macb. Came they not by you?

1689Lenox. No indeed my Lord.

1690Macb. Infected be the Ayre whereon they ride,

1691And damn'd all those that trust them. I did heare

1692The gallopping of Horse. Who was't came by?

1693Len. 'Tis two or three my Lord, that bring you word:

1694Macduff is fled to England.

1695Macb. Fled to England?

1696Len. I, my good Lord.

1697Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits:

1698The flighty purpose neuer is o're-tooke

1699Vnlesse the deed go with it. From this moment,

1700The very firstlings of my heart shall be

1701The firstlings of my hand. And euen now

1702To Crown my thoughts with Acts: be it thoght & done:

1703The Castle of Macduff, I will surprize,

1704Seize vpon Fife; giue to th' edge o'th'Sword

1705His Wife, his Babes, and all vnfortunate Soules

1706That trace him in his Line. No boasting like a Foole,

1707This deed Ile do, before this purpose coole,

1708But no more sights. Where are these Gentlemen?

1709Come bring me where they are. Exeunt

1712Wife. What had he done, to make him fly the Land?

1713Rosse. You must haue patience Madam.

1714Wife. He had none:

1715His flight was madnesse: when our Actions do not,

1716Our feares do make vs Traitors.

1717Rosse. You know not

1718Whether it was his wisedome, or his feare.

1719Wife. Wisedom? to leaue his wife, to leaue his Babes,

1720His Mansion, and his Titles, in a place

1721From whence himselfe do's flye? He loues vs not,

1722He wants the naturall touch. For the poore Wren

1723(The most diminitiue of Birds) will fight,

1724Her yong ones in her Nest, against the Owle:

1725All is the Feare, and nothing is the Loue;

1726As little is the Wisedome, where the flight

1727So runnes against all reason.

1728Rosse. My deerest Cooz,

1729I pray you schoole your selfe. But for your Husband,

1730He is Noble, Wise, Iudicious, and best knowes

1731The fits o'th'Season. I dare not speake much further,

1732But cruell are the times, when we are Traitors

1733And do not know our selues: when we hold Rumor

1734From what we feare, yet know not what we feare,

1735But floate vpon a wilde and violent Sea

1736Each way, and moue. I take my leaue of you:

1737Shall not be long but Ile be heere againe:

1738Things at the worst will cease, or else climbe vpward,

1739To what they were before. My pretty Cosine,

1740Blessing vpon you.

1741Wife. Father'd he is,

1742And yet hee's Father-lesse.

1743Rosse. I am so much a Foole, should I stay longer

1744It would be my disgrace, and your discomfort.

1745I take my leaue at once. Exit Rosse.

1746Wife. Sirra, your Fathers dead,

1747And what will you do now? How will you liue?

1748Son. As Birds do Mother.

1749Wife. What with Wormes, and Flyes?

1750Son. With what I get I meane, and so do they.

1751Wife. Poore Bird,

1752Thou'dst neuer Feare the Net, nor Lime,

1753The Pitfall, nor the Gin.

1754Son. Why should I Mother?

1755Poore Birds they are not set for:

1756My Father is not dead for all your saying.

1757Wife. Yes, he is dead:

1758How wilt thou do for a Father?

1759Son. Nay how will you do for a Husband?

1760Wife. Why I can buy me twenty at any Market.

1761Son. Then you'l by 'em to sell againe.

1762Wife. Thou speak'st withall thy wit,

1763And yet I'faith with wit enough for thee.

1764Son. Was my Father a Traitor, Mother?

1765Wife. I, that he was.

1766Son. What is a Traitor?

1767Wife. Why one that sweares, and lyes.

1768Son. And be all Traitors, that do so.

1769Wife. Euery one that do's so, is a Traitor,

1770And must be hang'd.

1771Son. And must they all be hang'd, that swear and lye?

1772Wife. Euery one.

1773Son. Who must hang them?

1774Wife. Why, the honest men.

1775Son. Then the Liars and Swearers are Fools: for there

1776are Lyars and Swearers enow, to beate the honest men,

1777and hang vp them.

1778Wife. Now God helpe thee, poore Monkie:

1779But how wilt thou do for a Father?

1780Son. If he were dead, youl'd weepe for him: if you

1781would not, it were a good signe, that I should quickely

1782haue a new Father.

1783Wife. Poore pratler, how thou talk'st?

1785Mes. Blesse you faire Dame: I am not to you known,

1786Though in your state of Honor I am perfect;

1787I doubt some danger do's approach you neerely.

1788If you will take a homely mans aduice,

1789Be not found heere: Hence with your little ones

1790To fright you thus. Me thinkes I am too sauage:

1791To do worse to you, were fell Cruelty,

1792Which is too nie your person. Heauen preserue you,

1793I dare abide no longer. Exit Messenger

1794Wife. Whether should I flye?

1795I haue done no harme. But I remember now

1796I am in this earthly world: where to do harme

1797Is often laudable, to do good sometime

1798Accounted dangerous folly. Why then (alas)

1799Do I put vp that womanly defence,

1800To say I haue done no harme?

1801What are these faces?

1803Mur. Where is your Husband?

1804Wife. I hope in no place so vnsanctified,

1805Where such as thou may'st finde him.

1806Mur. He's a Traitor.

1807Son. Thou ly'st thou shagge-ear'd Villaine.

1808Mur. What you Egge?

1809Yong fry of Treachery?

1810Son. He ha's kill'd me Mother,

Nn Scena

1814Mal. Let vs seeke out some desolate shade, & there

1815Weepe our sad bosomes empty.

1816Macd. Let vs rather

1817Hold fast the mortall Sword: and like good men,

1818Bestride our downfall Birthdome: each new Morne,

1819New Widdowes howle, new Orphans cry, new sorowes

1820Strike heauen on the face, that it resounds

1821As if it felt with Scotland, and yell'd out

1822Like Syllable of Dolour.

1823Mal. What I beleeue, Ile waile;

1824What know, beleeue; and what I can redresse,

1825As I shall finde the time to friend: I wil.

1826What you haue spoke, it may be so perchance.

1827This Tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,

1828Was once thought honest: you haue lou'd him well,

1829He hath not touch'd you yet. I am yong, but something

1830You may discerne of him through me, and wisedome

1831To offer vp a weake, poore innocent Lambe

1832T'appease an angry God.

1833Macd. I am not treacherous.

1834Malc. But Macbeth is.

1835A good and vertuous Nature may recoyle

1836In an Imperiall charge. But I shall craue your pardon:

1837That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose;

1838Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.

1839Though all things foule, would wear the brows of grace

1840Yet Grace must still looke so.

1841Macd. I haue lost my Hopes.

1842Malc. Perchance euen there

1843Where I did finde my doubts.

1844Why in that rawnesse left you Wife, and Childe?

1845Those precious Motiues, those strong knots of Loue,

1846Without leaue-taking. I pray you,

1847Let not my Iealousies, be your Dishonors,

1848But mine owne Safeties: you may be rightly iust,

1849What euer I shall thinke.

1850Macd. Bleed, bleed poore Country,

1851Great Tyrrany, lay thou thy basis sure,

1852For goodnesse dare not check thee: wear y^u thy wrongs,

1853The Title, is affear'd. Far thee well Lord,

1854I would not be the Villaine that thou think'st,

1855For the whole Space that's in the Tyrants Graspe,

1856And the rich East to boot.

1857Mal. Be not offended:

1858I speake not as in absolute feare of you:

1859I thinke our Country sinkes beneath the yoake,

1860It weepes, it bleeds, and each new day a gash

1861Is added to her wounds. I thinke withall,

1862There would be hands vplifted in my right:

1863And heere from gracious England haue I offer

1864Of goodly thousands. But for all this,

1865When I shall treade vpon the Tyrants head,

1866Or weare it on my Sword; yet my poore Country

1867Shall haue more vices then it had before,

1868More suffer, and more sundry wayes then euer,

1869By him that shall succeede.

1870Macd. What should he be?

1871Mal. It is my selfe I meane: in whom I know

1872All the particulars of Vice so grafted,

1873That when they shall be open'd, blacke Macbeth

1874Will seeme as pure as Snow, and the poore State

1875Esteeme him as a Lambe, being compar'd

1876With my confinelesse harmes.

1877Macd. Not in the Legions

1878Of horrid Hell, can come a Diuell more damn'd

1879In euils, to top Macbeth.