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  • Title: Macbeth (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: Anthony Dawson

    • ISBN: 978-1-55058-528-5

    Copyright Anthony Dawson. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Anthony Dawson
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    Macbeth (Folio 1, 1623)

    134 The Tragedie of Macbeth.
    For in my way it lyes. Starres hide your fires,
    Let not Light see my black and deepe desires:
    340The Eye winke at the Hand; yet let that bee,
    Which the Eye feares, when it is done to see. Exit.
    King. True worthy Banquo: he is full so valiant,
    And in his commendations, I am fed:
    It is a Banquet to me. Let's after him,
    345Whose care is gone before, to bid vs welcome:
    It is a peerelesse Kinsman. Flourish. Exeunt.


    Scena Quinta.


    Enter Macbeths Wife alone with a Letter.

    Lady. They met me in the day of successe: and I haue
    350learn'd by the perfect'st report, they haue more in them, then
    mortall knowledge. When I burnt in desire to question them
    further, they made themselues Ayre, into which they vanish'd.
    Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came Missiues from
    the King, who all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor, by which Title
    355before, these weyward Sisters saluted me, and referr'd me to
    the comming on of time, with haile King that shalt be. This
    haue I thought good to deliuer thee (my dearest Partner of
    Greatnesse) that thou might'st not loose the dues of reioycing
    by being ignorant of what Greatnesse is promis'd thee. Lay
    360it to thy heart, and farewell.
    Glamys thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be
    What thou art promis'd: yet doe I feare thy Nature,
    It is too full o'th' Milke of humane kindnesse,
    To catch the neerest way. Thou would'st be great,
    365Art not without Ambition, but without
    The illnesse should attend it. What thou would'st highly,
    That would'st thou holily: would'st not play false,
    And yet would'st wrongly winne.
    Thould'st haue, great Glamys, that which cryes,
    370Thus thou must doe, if thou haue it;
    And that which rather thou do'st feare to doe,
    Then wishest should be vndone. High thee hither,
    That I may powre my Spirits in thine Eare,
    And chastise with the valour of my Tongue
    375All that impeides thee from the Golden Round,
    Which Fate and Metaphysicall ayde doth seeme
    To haue thee crown'd withall. Enter Messenger.
    What is your tidings?
    Mess. The King comes here to Night.
    380Lady. Thou'rt mad to say it.
    Is not thy Master with him? who, wer't so,
    Would haue inform'd for preparation.
    Mess. So please you, it is true: our Thane is comming:
    One of my fellowes had the speed of him;
    385Who almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
    Then would make vp his Message.
    Lady. Giue him tending,
    He brings great newes. Exit Messenger.
    The Rauen himselfe is hoarse,
    390That croakes the fatall entrance of Duncan
    Vnder my Battlements. Come you Spirits,
    That tend on mortall thoughts, vnsex me here,
    And fill me from the Crowne to the Toe, top-full
    Of direst Crueltie: make thick my blood,
    395Stop vp th'accesse, and passage to Remorse,
    That no compunctious visitings of Nature
    Shake my fell purpose, nor keepe peace betweene
    Th'effect, and hit. Come to my Womans Brests,
    And take my Milke for Gall, you murth'ring Ministers,
    400Where-euer, in your sightlesse substances,
    You wait on Natures Mischiefe. Come thick Night,
    And pall thee in the dunnest smoake of Hell,
    That my keene Knife see not the Wound it makes,
    Nor Heauen peepe through the Blanket of the darke,
    405To cry, hold, hold. Enter Macbeth.
    Great Glamys, worthy Cawdor,
    Greater then both, by the all-haile hereafter,
    Thy Letters haue transported me beyond
    This ignorant present, and I feele now
    410The future in the instant.
    Macb. My dearest Loue,
    Duncan comes here to Night.
    Lady. And when goes hence?
    Macb. To morrow, as he purposes.
    415Lady. O neuer,
    Shall Sunne that Morrow see.
    Your Face, my Thane, is as a Booke, where men
    May reade strange matters, to beguile the time.
    Looke like the time, beare welcome in your Eye,
    420Your Hand, your Tongue: looke like th'innocent flower,
    But be the Serpent vnder't. He that's comming,
    Must be prouided for: and you shall put
    This Nights great Businesse into my dispatch,
    Which shall to all our Nights, and Dayes to come,
    425Giue solely soueraigne sway, and Masterdome.
    Macb. We will speake further.
    Lady. Onely looke vp cleare:
    To alter fauor, euer is to feare:
    Leaue all the rest to me. Exeunt.


    430 Scena Sexta.


    Hoboyes, and Torches. Enter King, Malcolme,
    Donalbaine, Banquo, Lenox, Macduff,
    Rosse, Angus, and Attendants.
    King. This Castle hath a pleasant seat,
    435The ayre nimbly and sweetly recommends it selfe
    Vnto our gentle sences.
    Banq. This Guest of Summer,
    The Temple-haunting Barlet does approue,
    By his loued Mansonry, that the Heauens breath
    440Smells wooingly here: no Iutty frieze,
    Buttrice, nor Coigne of Vantage, but this Bird
    Hath made his pendant Bed, and procreant Cradle,
    Where they must breed, and haunt: I haue obseru'd
    The ayre is delicate. Enter Lady.
    445King. See, see, our honor'd Hostesse:
    The Loue that followes vs, sometime is our trouble,
    Which still we thanke as Loue. Herein I teach you,
    How you shall bid God-eyld vs for your paines,
    And thanke vs for your trouble.
    450Lady. All our seruice,
    In euery point twice done, and then done double,
    Were poore, and single Businesse, to contend
    Against those Honors deepe, and broad,
    Wherewith your Maiestie loades our House:
    455For those of old, and the late Dignities,
    Heap'd vp to them, we rest your Ermites.
    King.Where's
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