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Come, high, or low;
Thyself, and office, deftly show.
Thunder. An Apparition of an armed head rises.
Mac. Tell me, thou unknown power,—— 1 Witch. He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou nought. App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff;
Beware the thane of Fife.-Dismiss me:-Enough. [descends.
Mac. What-e'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks;
Thou hast harp'd my fear aright:-But one word
1 Witch. He will not be commanded: Here's
More potent than the first.
Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody child rises. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!
Mac. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.
App. Be bloody, bold, and resolute: laugh to scorn The power of man; for none of woman born
Shall harm Macbeth.
Mac. Then live, Macduff; What need I fear of
But yet I'll make assurance double sure,
And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live;
Thunder. An Apparition of a child crowned, with a tree in his hand, rises.
That rises like the issue of a king;
And wears upon his baby brow the round
Listen, but speak not. App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are: Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill Shall come against him.
That will never be:
Mac. Who can impress the forest; bid the tree Unfix his earth-bound root? sweet bodements!
Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood
Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth
All. Seek to know no more. Mac. I will be satisfied: deny me this, And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know:Why sinks that caldron? and what noise is this?
1 Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show! 3 Witch. Show! All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like shadows, so depart.
Eight kings appear, and pass over the stage in order; the last, with a glass in his hand: Banquo following.
Mac. 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:-
Another yet?-A seventh?-I'll see no more:-
1 Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so:-But why
[Musick. The Witches dance, and vanish. Mac. Where are they? Gone?-Let this pernicious hour
Stand aye accursed in the calendar!-
What's your grace's will?
No, my lord.
No, indeed, my lord. Mac. Infected be the air whereon they ride; And damn'd, all those that trust them!-I did hear The galloping of horse: Who was't came by? Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word,
Macduff is fled to England.
Fled to England?
Mac. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits: The flighty purpose never is o'ertook,
Unless the deed go with it: From this moment,
The firstlings of my hand. And even now
To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done:
Mac. Saw you the weird sisters?
Mac. Came they not by you?
The castle of Macduff I will surprise;
Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o'the sword
A ROOM IN MACDUFF'S CASTLE.
Enter Lady Macduff, her son, and Rosse.
L. Macd. What had he done, to make him fly the land?
Rosse. You must have patience, madam.
L. Macd. He had none: His flight was madness: When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors.
Rosse. You know not, Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear. L. Macd. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes,
His mansion, and his titles, in a place
From whence himself does fly? He loves us not;
Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
My dearest coz', I pray you, school yourself: But, for your husband, He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows The fits o'the season. I dare not speak much fur
But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour From what we fear, yet know not what we fear;