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When shall we three meet again in thunder, lighting, or in rain?

When the hurlyburly's done, when the battle's lost and won.

-That will be ere the set of sun. -Where the place?

-Upon the heath. -Fair is foul, and foul is fair:

Hover through the fog and filthy sir.

So foul and fair a day l have not seen.

How far is't called to Forres?

What are these, so withered and so wild in their attire,

that look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, and yet are on't?

Or are you aught that man may question?

You seem to understand me,

by each at once her chappy finger laying upon her skinny lips:

you should be women,

and yet your beards forbid me to interpret that you are so.

Speak, if you can; what are you?

All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane of Glamis!

All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!

All hail, Macbeth! That shalt be king hereafter!

Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear things that do sound so fair?

l' the name of truth,

are ye fantastical, or that indeed which outwardly ye show?

My noble partner you greet with present grace and great prediction

of noble having and of royal hope, that he seems rapt withal:

to me you speak not:

If you can look into the seeds of time, and you say with grain will grow,

and which will not, speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear

Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

Not so happy, yet much happier.

Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:

So, all hail,

Macbeth and Banquo!

Hail!

Banquo

and Macbeth, all hail!

Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:

By Sinel's death I know I am Thane of Glamis; But how of Cawdor?

The Thane of Cawdor lives, a prosperous gentleman; and to be king

stands not within the prospect of belief, no more than to be Cawdor.

Stay from whence you owe this strange intelligence? Speak, I charge you.

The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,

and these are for them: whither are they vanished?

Into the air; and what seemed corporal melted

as breath into the wind: Would they had stayed!

Were such things here as we do speak about?

Or have we eaten on the insane root that takes the reason prisoner?

Your children shall be kings.

You shall be king.

And Thane of Cawdor too; went it not so?

To the self-same tune and words.

This supernatural soliciting

cannot be ill; cannot be good:

if ill, why hath it given me earnest of success, commencing in a truth?

lam Thane of Cawdor. lf good,

why do I yield to that suggestion whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,

and make my seated heart knock at my ribs, against the use of nature?

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings:

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,

shakes so my single state of man

that function is smothered in surmise; and nothing is but what is not.

lf chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, without my stir.

Come what come may, time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

They met me in the day of success; and l have learned

by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge.

When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves air,

into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives

from the king, who all-hailed me, Thane of Cawdor;

by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me,

and referred me to the coming on of time, with Hail, King that shalt be!

This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness

that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant

of what greatness is promised thee.

Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor;

and shalt be what thou art promised:

yet do I fear thy nature;

It is too full 0' the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way:

Thou wouldst be great; art not without ambition;

but without the illness should attend it.

What thou wouldst highly, that wouldst thou holily;

wouldst not play false, and yet wouldst wrongly win:

thou'dst, great Glamis, that which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it:

and that which rather thou dost fear to do than wishest should be undone."

Hie thee hither,

that I may pour my spirits in thine ear; chastise with the valour of my tongue

all that impedes thee from the golden round,

which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem to have thee crowned withal.

-What is your tidings? -The king comes here to-night.

Is not thy master with him? Who, were't so, would have informed for preparation.

It is true: - our thane is coming: one of my fellows had the speed of him;

Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more than would make up his message.

Give him tending, he brings great news.

The raven himself is hoarse that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan.

Come, you spirits

that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here;

And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full of direst cruelty!

Make thick my blood, stop up the access and passage to remorse,

that no compunctious visitings of nature

shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between the effect and it!

Come to my woman's breasts, and take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,

wherever in your sightless substances you wait on nature's mischief!

Come, thick night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,

that my keen knife see not the wound it makes,

nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, to cry, "Hold, hold!"

My dearest love,

Great Glamis! Worthy Cawdor!

Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!

Thy letters have transported me beyond this ignorant present,

and I feel now the future in the instant.

Duncan comes here to-night.

And when goes hence?

To-morrow, - as he purposes.

0, never shall sun that morrow see!

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men may read strange matters:

- to beguile the time; look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,

your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,

but be the serpent under it.

He that's coming must be provided for: and you shall put this night's

great business into my dispatch; which shall to all our nights and days to come

give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.

We will speak further.

Only look up clear;

to alter favour ever is to fear: leave all the rest to me.

See, our honoured hostess!

Thank us for your trouble.

All our service in every point twice done, and then done double,

were poor and single business to contend against those honours deep and broad

wherewith your majesty loads our house: for those of old,

and the late dignities heaped up to them, we rest your hermits.

Where's the Thane of Cawdor? We are your guest to-night.

Your servants ever have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt,

to make their audit at your highness' pleasure, still to return your own.

Give me your hand,

conduct me to mine host.

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well

it were done quickly.

If the assassination could trammel up the consequence, and catch,

with his surcease, success;

that but this blow might be the be-all and the end-all here,

but here, upon this bank and shoal of time, -

we'd jump the life to come.

But in these cases we still have judgment here;

that we but teach bloody instructions, which being taught,

return to plague the inventor: this even-handed justice

commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice to our own lips.

He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,

strong both against the deed: then, as his host,

who should against his murderer shut the door,

not bear the knife myself.

Besides, this Duncan hath borne his faculties, so meek,

hath been so clear in his great office, that his virtues will plead

like angels, trumped-tongued, against the deep damnation of his taking-off:

And pity, like a naked new-born babe, striding the blast,

or heaven's cherubim, horsed upon the sightless couriers of the air,

shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,

that tears shall drown the wind.

l have no spurto prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition,

which o'er-leaps itself, and falls on the other.

He has almost supped: why have you left the chamber?

-Hath he asked for me? -Know you not he has?

We will proceed no further in this business: He hath honoured me of late;

and l have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people,

which would be worn now in their newest gloss, not cast aside so soon.

Was the hope drunk wherein you dressed yourself? Hath it slept since?

And wakes it now, to look so green and pale at what it did so freely?

From this time such | account thy love.

Art thou afeard to be the same in thine own act as thou art in desire?

Wouldst thou have that which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,

and live a coward in thine own esteem; letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would"?

I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none.

What beast was't, then, that made you break this enterprise to me?

When you durst do it, then you were a man;

To be more than what you were, you would be so much more the man.

Nor time nor place did then adhere, and yet you would make both:

They have made themselves, and that their fitness now does unmake you.

l have given suck, and know how tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me:

I would have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums,

and dashed the brain out, had I so sworn as you have done to this.

-If we should fail? -We fail!

But screw your courage to the sticking place, and we'll not fail.

When Duncan is asleep,

his two chamberlains will I with wine and wassail so convince

that memory, the warder of the brain, shall be a fume,

and the receipt of reason a limbec only:

when in swinish sleep their drenched natures lie as in a death

what cannot you and I perform upon the unguarded Duncan?

What not put upon his spongy officers;

who shall bear the guilt of our great quell?

Bring forth men-children only;

For thy undaunted mettle should compose nothing but males.

Will it not be received, when we have marked with blood those sleepy two,

and used their very daggers, that they have done it?

Who dares receive it other, as we shall clamour roar upon his death?

I'm settled, and bend up each corporal agent to this terrible feat.

Away, and mock the time with fairest show:

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters:

To you they have showed some truth.

I think not of them: Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,

we would spend it in some words upon that business,

-if you would grant the time. -At your kind'st leisure.

If you shall cleave to my consent, -

when 'tis it shall make honour for you.

Sol lose none in seeking to augment it, but still keep

my bosom franchised, and allegiance clear, I shall be counselled.

Good repose the while!

Thanks sir; the like to you!

Is this a dagger which I see before me,

the handle toward my hand?

Come,

let me clutch thee:

l have thee not,

art thou not,

fatal vision, sensible to feeling as to sight?

Or art thou but a dagger of the mind,

a false creation, proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

| see these yet, in form as palpable as this which now I draw.

Thou marshall'st me the way that l was going:

And such an instrument I was to use.

Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,

or else worth all the rest: l see thee still;

And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,

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

It is the bloody business which informs thus to mine eyes.

Now o'er the one-half world nature seems dead,

and wicked dreams abuse the curtained sleep;

now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings; and withered murder,

alarumed by his sentinel, the wolf, whose howl's his watch,

thus with his stealthy pace, with Tarquin's ravishing strides,

towards his design moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,

hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear the very stones prate

of my whereabout, and take the present horror from the time,

which now suits with it. Whiles l threat, he lives;

Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.

Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven or to hell.

That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold:

What hath quenched them hath given me fire.

Hark!

Peace!

It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman,

which gives the stern'st good-night.

He is about it: The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms

do mock their charge with snores: l have drugged their possets,

that death and nature do contend about them, whether they live or die.

Who's there? - what, ho!

Alack! lam afraid they have awaked, and 'tis not done:

the attempt, and not the deed, confounds us.

Hark! -I laid their daggers ready; he could not miss'em.

Had he not resembled my father as he slept, I had done it.

My husband!

l have done the deed.

Didst thou not hear a noise?

I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.

Did not you speak?

-As I descended? -Ay.

-Who lies in the second chamber? -Dona bain.

-This is a sorry sight. -A foolish thought to say a sorry sight.

There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried " Murder"!

That they did wake each other: they did say their prayers.

One cried " God bless us!" and " Amen" the other as they had seen me.

Listening their fear, I could not say, "Amen".

Consider it not so deeply.

But wherefore could I not pronounce "Amen"?

I had most need of blessing, and "Amen" struck in my throat.

Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep,"

the innocent sleep: Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care,

the death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, balm of hurt minds,

great nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's feast.

Still it cried, "Sleep no more!" to all the house:

"Glamis hath murder's sleep and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more,

-Macbeth shall sleep no more!" -Who was it that thus cried?

You do unbend your noble strength to think so brainsickly of things.

Go get some water, and wash this filthy witness from your hand.

Why did you bring these draggers from the place? They must lie there:

go carry them; and smear the sleepy grooms with blood.

I'll go no more: lam afraid to think what I have done;

-Look on't again I dare not. -Infirm of purpose!

Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures:

'tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,

l'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, for it must seem their guilt.

Whence is that knocking?

How is't with me, when every noise appals me?

What hands are here?

Ha! They pluck out mine eyes!

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?

No: this my hand will rather

the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.

My hands are of your colour; but I shame to wear a heart so white.

I hear a knocking at the south entry: - retire we to our chamber.

A little water clears us of this deed: How easy is it then!

Your constancy hath left you unattended. More knocking:

Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, and show us to be watchers:

-be not lost so poorly in your thoughts. -To know my deed,

'twere best not know myself. Wake Duncan with thy knocking!

I would thou couldst!

Here's a knocking indeed!

If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key.

Who's there, i'the name of Beelzebub?

Here's a farmer that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty:

come in time; have napkins enow about you; here you'll sweat for 't.

Who's there, i'the other devil's name?

Faith, here's an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales

against either scale; who committed treason enough

for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven:

0, come in, equivocator.

Who's there!

Faith, here's an English tailor come hither,

for stealing out of a French hose:

come in tailor, here you may roast your goose.

Never at quiet! What are you?

But this place is too cold for hell. l'll devil-porter it no further:

I had thought to have let in some of all professions,

that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire.

Anon, anon! Anon, anon!

I pray you, remember the porter.

Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, that you do lie so late?

We were carousing till the second cock,

and drink is a great provoker of three things.

What three things does drink especially provoke?

Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine.

Lechery, sir, it provokes and it unprovokes;

it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance:

therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery:

it makes him, and it mars him;

it sets him on, and it takes him off;

it persuades him, and disheartens him;

makes him stand to, and not stand to:

in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep,

and, giving him the lie, leaves him.

I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.

That did it.

But I requited him for his lie; and, I think, being too strong for him,

though he took up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him.

-Good-morrow, noble sir! -Good-morrow, both!

Is the king stirring, worthy thane?

Not yet.

He did command me to call timely on him.

Goes the king hence to-day?

He does: he did appoint so.

The night has been unruly:

where we lay, our chimneys were blown down:

and, as they say, lamentings heard i' the air; strange screams of death;

and prophesying, with accents terrible, of dire combustion

and confused events, new hatched to the woeful time:

the obscure bird clamoured the live-long night: some say

-the earth was feverous, and did shake. -'Twas a rough night.

Confusion now hath made his master-piece

most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope

the Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence

-the life 0' the building. -What is't you say? The life?

-Mean you his majesty? -Approach the chamber,

and destroy your sight with a new Gorgon: - do not bid me speak; See!

Awake! Awake! Ring the alarum-bell:

murder and treason!

Banquo and Donalbain!

Malcolm! Awake! Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,

and look on death itself! Up, up, and see the great doom's image!

Malcolm! Donalbain! As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites,

to countenance this horror!

What's the business, that such hideous trumpet calls to parley

-the sleepers of the house? Speak! -O gentle lady,

'tis not for you to hear what I can speak:

The repetition, in a woman's ear, would murder as it fell.

Banquo!

-Our royal master's murdered! -Woe, alas! What, in our house?

Too cruel anywhere.

Dear Duff, pr'ythee, contradict thyself,

and say it is not so.

Had I but died an hour before this chance,

I had lived a blessed time; for, from this instant

there's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys: renown and grace

is dead; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees

is left this vault to brag of.

-Your royal father's murdered. -O, by whom?

Those of his chamber, as it seemed had done't:

Their hands and faces were all badged with blood;

So were their daggers, which, unwiped, we found upon their pillows:

They stared and were distracted: no man's life was to be trusted with them.

0, yet I do repent me of my fury, that I did kill them.

Wherefore did you so?

Who can be wise, amazed, temperate, and furious,

loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man!

The expedition of my violent love

out-ran the pauser reason.

Here lay Duncan,

his silver skin lac'd with his golden blood;

and his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature for ruin's wasteful

entrance: there, the murderers, steeped in the colours

of their trade, their daggers unmannerly breeched with gore:

Who could refrain, that had a heart to love,

and in that heart courage to make's love known?

Thou hast it now,

king, Cawdor, Glamis,

all as the weird women promised:

and, I fear, thou play'dst most foully for it;

yet it was said it should not stand in thy posterity;

but that myself should be the root and father of many kings.

If there come truth from them,

as upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine, -

why, by the verities on thee made good,

may they not be my oracles as well,

and set me up in hope?

But, hush; no more.

To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir, and I'll request your presence.

Let your highness command upon me: to the which my duties

are with a most indissoluble tie for ever knit.

-Ride you this afternoon? -Ay, my good lord.

Fail not our feast.

My lord, I will not.

Our fears in Banquo stick deep;

and in his royalty of nature

reigns that which would be feared:

'tis much he dares;

and, to that dauntless temper of his mind, he hath a wisdom

that doth guide his valour to act in safety.

There is none but he whose being I do fear:

and, under him, my genius is rebuked; as, it is said,

Mark Antony's was by Caesar.

He child the sisters when first they put the name of king upon me,

and bade them speak to him;

then, prophetlike, they hailed him father to a line of kings:

Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,

and put a barren sceptre in my gripe, thence to be wrenched

with an unlineal hand, no son of mine succeeding.

lf it be so, for Banquo's issue have I filed my mind,

for them the gracious Duncan have a murdered only for them;

and mine eternal jewel given to the common enemy of man,

to make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings!

Rather than so, come, fate, into the list,

and champion me to the utterance!

Was it not yesterday we spoke together?

It was, so please your highness.

Well then now have you considered of my speeches?

Know that it was he, which held you so under fortune;

which you thought had been our innocent self: this I made

good to you in our last conference, passed in probation with you

how you were borne in hand, how crossed, the instruments,

who wrought with them, and all things else that might

to half a soul and to a notion crazed say, "Thus did Banquo".

-You made it known to us. -I did so; and went further,

which is now our point of second meeting. Do you find your patience

so predominant in your nature, that you can let this go?

Are you so gospelled to pray for this good man and for his issue,

whose heavy hand hath bowed you to the grave and beggared yours for ever?

lam a man.

Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;

as hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, shoughs, water-rugs,

and demi-wolves are clept all by the name of dogs: the valued file

distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, the house-keeper,

the hunter, every one according to the gift which bounteous nature

hath in him closed; whereby he does receive particular addition,

from the bill that writes them all alike: and so of men.

Now, if you have a station in the file, an not i' the worst

rank of manhood, say it; And I will put that business in your bosoms,

whose execution takes you enemy off,

grapples you to the heart and love of us,

who wear our health but sickly in his life,

which in his death were perfect.

lam one, my liege,

whom the vile blows and buffets of the world

have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world.

that I would set my life on any chance, to mend it, or be rid on't.

You know Banquo was your enemy.

-True. -So is he mine; and

in such bloody distance,

that every minute of his being thrusts against my near'st of life:

and though I could with bare-faced power sweep him from my sight,

and bid my will avouch it, yet I must not,

for certain friends that are both his and mine, whose loves I may not drop,

but wail his fall who I myself struck down: and thence it is

that l to your assistance do make love; Masking the business

from the common eye for sundry weighty reasons.

I shall, my lord, perform what you command me.

Banquo,

thy soul's flight, if it find heaven,

must find it out to-night.

Naught's had, all's spent, where our desire is got without content:

'Tis safer to be that which we destroy,

than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy.

My lord! Why do you keep alone, of sorriest fancies your companions making;

using those thoughts which should indeed have died with them they think on?

Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done.

We have scotched the snake, not killed it;

She'll close, and be herself;

whilst our poor malice remains in danger of her former tooth.

But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer,

ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep in the affliction of these

terrible dreams that shake us nightly: Better be with the dead,

whom we have sent to peace, than on the torture of the mind to lie

in restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave, after life's fitful fever

malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.

Gently my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks.

Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.

So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you:

Let your remembrance apply to Banquo.

Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue: unsafe the while,

that we must lave our honours in these flattering streams;

and make our faces vizards to our hearts, disguising what they are.

-You must leave this. -0, full of scorpions in my mind,

dear wife! Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance lives.

But in them nature's copy's not eterne.

There's comfort yet; they are assailable;

Then be thou jocund: ere to black Hecate's summons,

the shard-borne beetle, with his drowsy hums,

hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done

-a deed of dreadful note. -What's to be done?

Be innocent of the knowledge,

dearest chuck, till thou applaud the deed.

Come, seeling night,

and with thy bloody and invisible hand cancel and

tear to pieces that great bond which keeps me pale!

Light thickens;

and the crow makes wing to the rooky wood.

Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;

Whiles night's black agents to their prey do rouse.

Thou marvell'st at my words: but hold thee still;

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill:

So, pr'ythee, go with me.

-You know your own degrees, sit down: -Thanks to your majesty.

At first and last the hearty welcome. Ourself will mingle with society,

and play the humble host. Our hostess keeps her state;

but, in best time, we will require her welcome.

Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends; they are welcome.

See, they encounter thee with their heart's thanks. Both sides are even:

here I'll sit i' the midst: Be large in mirth;

anon we'll drink a measure the table round.

-There's blood upon thy face. -'Tis Banquo's then.

'Tis better thee without than he within. Is he despatch'd?

His throat is cut; that I did for him.

Thou art the best 0' the cut-throats:

Yet he's good that did the like for Fleance:

if thou didst it, thou art the nonpareil.

Most royal, sir.

Fleance is 'scaped.

Then comes my fit again:

I had else been perfect; whole as the marble, founded as the rock;

as broad and general as the casing air: but now I am cabined, cribbed,

confined, bound in to saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?

Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,

with twenty trenched gashes on his head; the least a death to nature.

Thanks for that:

There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled

hath nature that in time will venom breed. No teeth for the present.

Get thee gone; tomorrow we'll hear, ourselves, again.

The feast is sold that is not often vouched while 'tis a-making,

'tis given with welcome: to feed were best at home

from thence the sauce to meat is ceremony; meeting were bare without it.

Sweet remembrancer!

Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both!

Here had we now our country's honour roofed, were our graced Banquo present,

who may! rather challenge for unkindness than pity for mischance!

His absence, sir, lays blame upon his promise.

Please't your highness to grace us with your royal company.

-The table's full. -Here's a place reserved, sir.

-Where? -Here, my lord.

What is't that moves your highness?

-Which of you done this? -What, my good lord?

Thou canst not say I did it: never shake thy gory locks at me.

Gentleman, rise; his highness is not well.

Sit, worthy friends: upon a thought he will again be well. Are you a man?

Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that which might appal the devil.

O proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear: This is the

air-drawn dagger which, you said, led you to Duncan. 0, these flaws,

and starts, - imposters to true fear, - would well become

a woman's story at a winter's fire, authorised by her grandam.

Why do you make such faces? When all's done, you look but on a stool.

Pr'ythee, see there!

Look!

Lo! How say you?

Why, what care |? If thou canst nod, speak too.

lf charnel-houses and our graves must send those that we bury back,

our monuments shall be the maws of kites.

What, quite unmanned in folly?

If I stand here,

-I saw him. -Fie, for shame!

Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time,

ere human statute purged the gentle weal;

Ay, and since too, murders have been performed too terrible for the ear:

the times have been,

that, when the brains were out, the man would die,

and there an end; but now they rise again,

with twenty mortal murders on their crowns, and push us from our stools:

this is more strange than such a murder is.

My worthy lord, your noble friends do lack you.

l do forget:

Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends;

l have a strange infirmity, which is nothing to those that know me.

Come, love and health to all; Then I'll sit down.

Give me some wine, fill full.

| drink to the general joy 0' the whole table,

and to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss;

Would he were here! To all, and him, we thirst,

and all to all.

Our duties, and the pledge.

Avaunt!

And quit my sight!

Let the Earth hide thee!

Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes which thou dost glare with!

Think of this, good peers, but as a thing of custom:

'tis no other; Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,

the armed rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape

but that, and my firm nerves shall never tremble:

or be alive again, and dare me to the desert with thy sword;

lf trembling l inhabit then, protest me the baby of a girl.

Hence, horrible shadow!

Unreal mockery, hence!

So:

being gone, lam a man again. Pray you, sit still.

You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting.

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, and keep the natural

ruby of your cheeks, when mine are blanched with fear.

-What sights, my lord? -He grows worse and worse;

Good-night: Stand not upon the order of your going, but go at once.

Good-night; and better health attend his majesty!

A kind good-night to all!

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 by magot-pies, and choughs,

and rooks, brought forth the secret'st man of blood.

What is the night?

Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

How say'st thou, that Macduff denies at our great bidding?

-Did you send to him? -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 fee'd.

I will to-morrow -and betimes I will- to 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: lam in blood stept in so far that,

should l 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 scanned.

You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

Come, we'll to sleep.

My strange and self-abuse is the initiate fear, that wants hard use:

We are yet but young in deed.

What is't you do!

You secret, black, and midnight hags!

A deed without a name.

l conjure you, by that which you profess, however you come to know it,

answer me: Though you untie the winds, and let them fight against the churches;

Though bladed corn be lodged, and trees blown down;

Though castles topple on their warders' heads;

Even till destruction sicken, -answer me to what I ask you.

-Speak. -Demand.

We'll answer.

Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths, or from our Masters?

-Call'em, let me see 'em. -Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten

her nine farrow; grease that's sweaten from the murderer's gibbet.

Come, high or low, thyself and office deftly show!

-Tell me, thou unknown power. -He knows thy thought:

-Hear his speech, but say thou naught. -Macbeth! Beware the Thane of Five.

-Beware Macduff. -Dismiss me: enough.

Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks; but one word more.

He will not be commanded: here's another, more potent than the first.

-Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! -Had l three ears, I'd hear thee.

Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn the power of man,

for none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.

Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care

who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are:

Macbeth shall never vanquished be, until great Birnam wood

to high Dunsinane hill shall come against him.

That will never be?

Who can impress the forest,

bid the tree unfix his earth-bound root?

Sweet bodements! Good!

Our high-placed Macbeth shall live the lease of nature,

pay his breath to time and mortal custom.

Yet my heart throbs to know one thing:

tell me, - if your art can tell so much, -

shall Banquo's issue ever reign in this kingdom?

-Seek to know no more. -I will be satisfied: deny me this,

-and an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know: -Show! -Show! -Show!

Show his eyes and grieve his heart; come like shadows, so depart!

Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo.

Down! Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls:

and thy hair, thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first:

a third is like the former. - Filthy hags! Why do you show me this? -

Another yet. A fourth? Start, eyes!

What! Will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?

A seventh? - I'll see no more: - And yet the eighth appears,

who bears a glass which shows me many more;

and some I see that twofold balls and treble sceptres carry:

Horrible sight! Now, | see, 'tis true;

for the blood-boltered Banquo smiles upon me,

and points at them for his.

What's your grace's will?

-My lord. -Saw you the weird sisters?

No, my lord.

Came they not by you?

No, indeed, my lord.

And damned all those that trust them!

I did hear the galloping of horse: who was't came by?

'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word

Macduff is fled to England.

Fled to England!

Ay, my good lord.

Time,

thou anticipat'st my dread exploits:

The castle of Macduff I will surprise; seize upon Fife;

give to the edge 0' the sword his wife,

his babes, and all unfortunate souls that trace him in his line.

No boasting like a fool;

This deed I'll do before this purpose cool.

l have two nights watched with you,

but can perceive no truth in your report.

When was it she last walked?

Since his majesty went into the field, l have seen her rise

from her bed, throw her nightgown upon her, unlock her closet,

take forth paper, fold it, write upon it, read it, afterwards seal it,

and again return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep.

A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep,

and do the effects of watching! In this slumbery agitation,

besides her walking and other actual performances,

what, at any time, have you heard her say?

That, sir, which l will not report after her.

You may to me; and 'tis most meet you should.

Neither to you nor any one;

having no witness to confirm my speech.

Lo you, here she comes!

This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep.

How came she by that light?

She has light by her continually; 'tis her command.

-You see, her eyes are open. -Ay, but their sense is shut.

What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands.

It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands:

l have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.

Yet here's a spot.

Hark! She speaks; l will set down what comes from her.

Out, damned spot!

One; two:

why, then 'tis time to do it: Hell is murky!

Fie, my lord! A soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it,

when none can call our power to account?

Yet who would have thought the old man to have had

-so much blood in him? -Do you mark that?

The Thane of Five had a wife,

where is she now?

What, will these hands ne'er be clean?

No more 0' that, my lord, no more 0' that: you mar all with this starting.

Go to, go to; you have known what you should not.

She has spoke what she should not, heaven knows what she has known.

Here's

the smell of the blood still:

All the perfumes of Arabia

will not sweeten this little hand.

What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged.

l would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body.

-Well, well, well. -Pray God it be, sir.

This disease is beyond my practice: yet I have known those

which have walked in their sleep who have died holily in their beds.

Wash your hands, put on your nightgown;

l tell you yet again,

Banquo's buried; he cannot come out on's grave.

To bed, to bed;

there's knocking at the gate: come, come, come, give me your hand:

what's done cannot be undone:

to bed, to bed, to bed.

Foul whisperings are abroad:

unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles:

infected minds to their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.

More needs she the divine than the physician.

Remove from her the means of all annoyance,

and still keep eyes upon her. So, good-night.

My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight:

l think, but dare not speak.

Bring me no more reports; let them fly all:

Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane I cannot taint with fear.

What's the boy Malcolm?

Was he not born of woman?

The spirits that know all mortal consequences have pronounced me thus;

"Fear not, no man that's born of woman shall e'er have power upon thee."

Then fly, false thanes, and mingle with the English epicures:

with doubt nor shake with fear. The devil damn thee black,

thou cream-faced loon! Where gott'st thou that goose look?

-There is ten thousand! -Geese, villain?

-Soldiers, sir.

Go, prick thy face and over-red thy fear, thou lily-livered boy.

-What soldiers, patch? -The English force, so please you.

Take thy face hence. How does your patient, doctor?

Not so sick as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies;

-That keep her from her rest. -Cure her of that:

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased? Pluck from the memory

a rooted sorrow; raze out the written troubles of the brain; and with some

sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff

which weighs upon the heart?

Therein the patient must minister to himself.

Throw physic to the dogs. More horses!

Doctor,

the thanes fly from me. Come, sir, dispatch. If thou couldst, doctor,

find her disease, and purge it to a sound and pristine health,

I would applaud thee to the very echo, that should applaud again.

Pull it off, I say. What rhubarb, senna,

or what purgative drug, would scourthese English hence?

Hear'st thou of them?

My good lord; your royal preparation make us hear something.

Hang out your banners on the outward walls! The cry is still: "They come."

Our castle's strength will laugh a siege to scorn: Were they not forced

with those that should be ours, we might have met them dareful,

beard to beard, and beat them backward home.

l have almost forgot the taste of fears: the time has been,

my senses would have cooled to hear a night-shriek;

and my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir

as life were in it: l have supped full with horrors;

Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, cannot once start me.

The queen, my lord, is dead.

She should have died hereafter.

There would have been a time for such a word.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

to the last syllable of recorded time;

and all your yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.

Out, out, brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow;

a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

and then is heard no more:

it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

signifying nothing. Thou com'st to use thy tongue;

Thy story quickly.

I should report that which I say I saw, but know not how to do it.

As I did stand my watch upon the hill,

l looked toward Birnam, and anon, methought, the wood began to move.

Liar, and slave!

Let me endure your wrath, if it be not so.

Within this three mile may you see it coming, a moving grove.

If thou speak'st false, upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,

till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,

I care not if thou dost for me as much.

I pull in resolution;

"Fear not, till Birnam wood do come to Dunsinane"

And now a wood comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out!

l'gin to be a-weary of the sun, and wish the state o'the world

were now undone. Blow, wind! Come, wrack!

Ring the alarum-bell! At least we'll die with harness on our back.

That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face!

lf thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine,

my wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.

I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms are hired to bear

their staves; either thou, Macbeth, or else my sword, with an

unbuttered edge, I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be.

By this great clatter, one of greatest note seems bruited.

Let me find him, fortune! And more I beg not.

Why, should I play the Roman fool, and die on mine own sword?

Whiles | see lives, the gashes do better upon them.

Turn, hell-hound, turn!

Of all men else I have avoided thee. But get thee back;

my soul is too much charged with blood of thine already.

l have no words, my voice is in my sword:

Thou bloodier villain than terms can give thee out!

Thou losest labour: let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;

I bear a charmed life, which must not yield to one of woman born.

Despair thy charm; and let the angel whom thou still hast served tell thee,

Macduff was from his mother's womb untimely ripped.

Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,

for it hath cowed my better part of man!

And be thesejuggling fiends no more believed,

that keep the word of promise to our ear,

and break it to our hope! I'll not fight with thee.

Then yield thee, coward, and live to be the show and gaze o' the time:

We'll have thee, painted upon a pole, and underwrite:

-"Here may you see the tyrant." -I will not yield,

to kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,

and to be baited with the rabble's curse.

Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,

and thou opposed being of no woman born,

lay on, Macduff; and damned be him that first cries; "Hold, enough!"

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