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Like valour's minion, carv'd out his passage,

“ Amint thee, witch !" the rump-fed rouyon cries. Till he fac'd the slave;

Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger: Which neer shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, But in a sieve I 'll thither sail, Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps, And like a rat without a tail, And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

I 'll do, I'll do, and I 'll do. Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!

2 Witch. I 'll give thee a win. Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection

1 Witch. Th'art kind.
Shipwracking storms and direful thunders break ;* 3 Witch. And I another.
So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come, 1 Witch. I myself have all the otha,
Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark : And the very ports they blow,
No sooner justice had, with valour arm’d,

All the quarters that they know
Compell’d these skipping kernes to trust their heels, I' the shipman's card.
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,

I'll drain him dry as hay:
With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men, Sleep shall neither night por day
Began a fresh assault.

Hang upon his pent-house lid;
Thun. Dismay'd not this our captains, Macbeth and He shall live a man forbid :

Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine,
Sold. Yes : As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion. Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:
If I say sooth, I must report they were

Though his bark cannot be lost,
As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks;

Yet it shall be tempest-toss d. So they doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe :

Look what I have. Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,

2 Witch, Show me, show me. Or memorize another Golgotha,

1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, I cannot tell :

Wrack d, as homeward he did come. [Drum within But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.

3 Witch. A drum, a drum : Dun. So well thy words become thee as thy wounds; Macbeth doth come. They smack of honour both :-Go, get him surgeons. AU. The weird e sisters, hand in hand,

(Exit Soldier, attended. Posters of the sea and land, Enter Rosse.

Thus do go about, about;
Who comes here?

Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
The worthy thane of Rosse.

And thrice again, to make up nine :
Len. What a haste looks through his eyes!

Peace !-the charm 's wound up.
So should he look that seems to speak things strange.

Rosse. God save the king!
Dun. Whence cam’st thou, worthy thane ?

Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Rosse. From Fife, great king,

Ban. How far is 't call'd to Forres ?-What are these, Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky,

So wither'd and so wild in their attire; And fan our people cold.

That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, Norway himself, with terrible numbers,

And yet are on 't? Live you ? or are you aught Assisted by that most disloyal traitor

That man may question? You seem to understand ne The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict :

By each at once her choppy finger laying Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,

Upon her skinny lips :-You should be women, Confronted him with self-comparisons,

And yet your beards forbid me to interpret Point against point, rebellious arm 'gainst arm,

That you are so. Curbing his lavish spirit: And, to conclude,

Macb. Speak, if you can ;-What are you? The victory fell on us ;

1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Dun. Great happiness!

Glamis ! Rosse. That now

2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thare of Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition;

Cawdor! Nor would we deign him burial of his men,

3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' inch,

hereafter. Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

Ban. Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Things that do sound so fair-I' the name of truth, Our bosom interest :-Go, pronounce his present death,

Are ye fantastical,d or that indeed And with his former title greet Macbeth.

Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner Rosse. I 'll see it done.

You greet with present grace, and great prediction Dun. What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won.

Of noble having, and of royal hope, [Exeunt.

That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not:

If you can look into the seeds of time,
SCENE III.--A Heath. Thunder.

And say, which grain will grow, and which will not,
Enter the three Witches.

Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear,

Your favours nor your hate. I Witch. Where hast thou been, sister ?

I Witch. Hail! 2 Witch. Killing swine.

2 Witch. Hail ! 3 Witch, Sister, where thou?

3 Witch. Hail! 1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, I Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounchd :-"Give

2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much nappiei. me," quoth I:

A Aroint thee.-See King Lear, Act III. Scene 4. & The word break is not in the original. The second folio adds b Royon.-See As You Like It, Act II, Scene 2. Breaking. Some verb is wanting; and the reading of the second c Weird. There can be no doght that this term is derimod folio is some sort of authority for the introduction of break.

from the Anglo-Saxon wyrd, word spoken; and in the same > Bellana's bridegroom is here undoubtedly Macbeth.

way that the word fate is anything spoken, weird and fatal a.“ • This is the original punctuation, which we think, with

synonymous, and equally applicable to such mysterious heinip Tierk, is better than

as Macbeth's witches. “ Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm.

d Fantasticni--belonging to fantsy-imaginars.

3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none : Macb.

Two truths are sold, Su all hail, Macbeth and Banquo !

As happy prologues to the swelling act 1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail !

Of the imperial theme.--I thank you, gentlemen. — Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: This supernatural soliciting By Sinel's death, I know I am thane of Glamis; Cannot be ill; cannot be good :—If ill, But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, Why hath it given me earnest of success, A prosperous gentleman; and, to be king,

Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor : Stands not within the prospect of belief,

If good, why do I yield to that suggestion No more than to be Cawdor Say, from whence Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, You owe this strange intelligence ? or why

And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Upon this blasted heath you stop our way

Against the use of nature ? Present fears With such prophetic greeting?-Speak, I charge you. Are less than horrible imaginings :

[Witches vanish. My thought, whose murther yet is but fantastical, Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, Shakes so my single state of man, that function And these are of them : Whither are they vanish'd ? Is smother'd' iu surmise ; and nothing is Macb. Into the air: and what seem'd corporal, But what is not. melted

Ban. Look, how our partner 's rap. As breath into the wind.—'Would they had staid! Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance Ban. Were such things here as we do speak about?

may crown me, Or have we eaten on the insane root,

Without my stir. That takes the reason prisoner ?

Ban. . New honours come upon him, Macb. Your children shall be kings.

Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould, Ban.

You shall be king. But with the aid of use. Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so ? Macb.

Come what come may, Ban. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's here? Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. Enter Rosse and ANGUS.

Macb. Give me your favour : Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten. The news of thy success : and when he reads

Kind gentlemen, your pains are register'd Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,

Where every day I turn the leaf to read them.-His wonders and his praises do contend,

Let us toward the king. Which should be thine, or his : Silenc'd with that Think upon what hath chanc'd; and, at more time, In viewing o'er the rest o' the self-same day,

The interim having weigh`d it, let us speak He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,

Our free hearts each to other. Nothing afеard of what thyself didst make,


Very gladly. Strange images of death, as thick as tale

Macb. Till then, enough.--Come, friends. Exeunt Can post with post; and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,

SCENE IV.-Forres. A Room in the I alace. And pour'd them down before him. Ang.

We are sent,

Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm. DONALBAIN, To give thee, from our royal master, thanks ;

LENOx, and Attendants.
Only to lierald thee into his sight, not pay thee.

Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, Those in commission yet return’d?
He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdur: Mal.

My liege,
In which addition, hail, most worthy thane !

They are not yet come back. But I have spoke For it is thine.

With one that saw him die: who did report, Ban.

. What, can the devil speak true ? That very frankly he confessd his treasons ; Maeb. The thane of Cawdor lives : Why do you Implor'd your highness' pardon; and set forth dress me

A deep repentance : nothing in his life In borrow'd robes ?

Became him like the leaving it; he died Ang.

Who was the thane, lives yet ; As one that had been studied in his death, But under heavy judgment bears that life

To throw away the dearest thing he owd, Which he deserves to lose.

As 't were a careless trifle. Whether he was combind with those of Norway;


There's no art Or did line the rebel with hidden help

To find the mind's construction in the face: And vantage; or that with both he labour'd

He was a gentleman on whom I built la his country's wrack, I know not;

An absolute trust.-0 worthiest couşin!
But treasons capital, confess’d, and prov'd,
Have overthrown him.

Enter MACBETH, Banguo, Rosse, and Angus. Macb.

Glamis, and thane of Cawdor : The sin of my ingratitude even now
The greatest is behind. Thanks for your pains.- Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before,
Do you not hope your children shall be kinys,

That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, To overtake thee. 'Would thou badst less deservd;
Promis'd no less to them ?

That the proportion both of thanks and payment
That, trusted home,

Might have been mine! only I have left to say,
Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,

More is thy due than more than all can pay. Besides the thane of Cawdor. But it is strange :

Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part The instruments of darkness tell us truths ;

Is to receive our duties : and our duties Win us with honest trifles, to betray us

Are to your throne and state, children and servants : In deepest consequence.

Which do but what they should, by doing everything Cousins, a word, I pray you.

Safe toward your love and honour.

Welcome hither : Henbane is called insune in an old book of med.cine, which ahakspere might have consultedi.

I have begun to plant thee, and will labour

To cry,

-as he

To make thee full of growing.Noble Banquo, Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more That hast no less c'eservod, nor must be known

Than would make up his message. No less to have done so, let me enfold thee,

Lady M.

Give bim tending, And hold thee to my heart.

He brings great news. The raven himself is haarse Ban. There if I grow,

[Erit Attendant The harvest is your own.

That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
My plenteous joys,

Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves

That tend on mortal thoughts, unnsex me here; Iu drops of sorrow.–Sons, kinsmen, thanes,

And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full And you whose places are the nearest, know,

Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,
We will establish our estate upon

Stop up the access and passage to remorse ;
Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter That no compunctious visitings of nature
The prince of Cumberland : which honour must Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
Not, unaccompanied, invest him only,

The effect, and it! Come to my woman's breasts, But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine

And take my milk for gall, you murthering ministers, On all deservers.-From hence to Inverness,

Wherever in your sightless substances And bind us further to you.

You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us`d for you: And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful

That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; The hearing of my wife with your approach ;

Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, So humbly take my leave.

“ Hold, hold !" -Great Glamis, worfly Dun. My worthy Cawdor!

Macb. The prince of Cumberland!—That is a step
On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap, [Aside.

For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your tires !

Greater than both, by the all-hail bereafter! Let not light see my black and deep desires :

Thy letters have transported me beyond
The eye wink at the band! yet let that be,

This ignorant present, and I feel now
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. [Exit. The future in the instant.
Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant; Macb.

My dearest love,
And in his commendations I am fed ;

Duncan comes here to-night. It is a banquet to me. Let 's after him,

Lady M.

And when goes hence ! Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome :

Macb. To-morrow,- purposes. it is a peerless kinsman. [Flourish. Esceunt.

Lady M.

0, never

Shall sun that morrow see!
SCENE V.--Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's

Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men

May read strange matters :—To beguile the time.
Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter.

Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Lady M. They met me in the day of success; and I

Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent have learned hy the perfectest report, they have more in them

flower, than mortal kuowledge. When I burned in desire to question | But be the serpent under it. He that is coming them further, they made themselves air, into which they | Must be provided for: and you shall put vanished Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who ali hailed me, *Thane of Cawdor;'

This night's great business into my dispatch; by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and re

Which shall to all our nights and days to come ferred me to the coming on of time, with • Hail, king that Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. shalt be!' This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest Macb. We will speak further. partner of greatness ; that thou mightest not lose the dues of rejoicing, by be ng ignorant of what greatness is promised thee.

Lady M.

Only look up clear; Lay it to thy heart, and farewell."

To alter favour ever is to fear:

Leave all the rest to me. Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be

[Ezel What thou art promis'd :-Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness,

SCENE VI.— The same. Before the Castle. To catch the nearest way: Thou wouldst be great;

Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending. Art not without ambition; but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst | Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, Bangro highly,

Lenox, MACDUFF, Rosse, ANGUS, and Attendants That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air And yet wouldst wrongly win : thou dst have, great Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Glamis,

Unto our gentle senses. That which cries, “ Thus thou must do, if thou have it:


This guest of summer, And that which rather thou dost fear to do,

The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, Than wishest should be undone." Hie thee hither,

By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;

Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, And chastise with the valour of my tongue

Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird All that impedes thee from the golden round,

Hath made his pendent bed, and procreant cradle: Wlich fate and metaphysical" aid doth seem

Where they most breed and baunt, I have observd, To have thee crown'd withal.- - What is your tidings? The air is delicate. Enter m Attendant.

Enter LADY MACBETH. Atten. The king comes bere to-night.


See, see! our honour'd hostess Lady M.

Thou 'rt mad to say it: 'The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, Is not thy master with him ? who, wer 't so, Would have inform’d for preparation.

Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you. Atten. So please you, it is true; our thane is coming : stand between a cruel purpose and its realization, they may be

if fear, compassion, or any other compunctious visitin One of my fellows had the speed of him ;

said to keep peace between them, as one who interieres te Metaphysical -- 1, crnatura!.

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Enter LADY MACBETH. And thank us for your trouble.“

Lady M. He has almost supp'd : why bave yır. If Lady M. All our service

the chamber? In every point twice done, and then done double,

Macb. Hath he ask'd for me? Were poor and single business, to contend

Lady M.

Know you not be dus ? Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith

Macb. We will proceed no further in this business Your majesty loads our house : For those of old,

He hath honour'd me of late ; and I have bought And the late dignities heap'd up to them,

Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
We rest your hermits.

Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Where's the thane of Cawdor ?

Not cast aside so soon.
We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose

Lady M.

Was the hope drunk, To be his purveyor: but he rides well ;

Wherein you dress d yourself? hath it slept since ? And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him

And wakes it now, to look so green and pale To his home before us : Fair and noble hostess,

At what it did so freely? From this time,
We are your guest to-night.

Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
Lady M.
Your yervants ever

To be the same in thine own act and valour,
Have theirs, themselves, and wnat is theirs, in com;it, As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that
To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, Which thou esteem`st the ornament of life,
Still to return your own.

And live a coward in thine own esteem;
Give me your hand :

Letting I dare not wait upon I would,
Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, Like the poor cat i’ the adage ?a
And shall continue our graces towards him.


Prithee, peace : By your leave, hostess.

[Exeunt. I dare do all that may become a man; SCENE VII.- The same.

Who dares do more, is none.
A Room in the Castle.

Lady M.

What beast was 't then, Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over the stage, That made you break this enterprise to me? a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and ser.

When you durst do it, then you were a man; vice. Then enter MACBETH.

And, to be more than what you were, you would Macb. If it were done, when 't is done, then 't were well | Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, It were done quickly: If the assassination

Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, They have made themselves, and that their fitness now With his surcease, success; that but this blow Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know Might be the be-all and the end-all, here,

How tender 't is to love the babe that milks me: But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,

I would, while it was smiling in my face, We'd jump the life to come. --But in these cases, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, We still have judgment here; that we but teach And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn, Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return As you have done to this. To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice Macỏ.

If we should fail,---Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice

Lady M.

We fail To our own lips. He's here in double trust :

But screw your courage to the sticking place,
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,

And we 'll not fail. When Duncan is aslee,
Strong both against the deed : then, as his host, (Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey
Who should against his murtherer shut the door, Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Will I with wine and wassel so convince, b
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been

That memory, the warder of the brain,
So clear in his great office, that his virtues

Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against A limbecke only: When in swinish sleep The deep damnation of his taking-off*:

Their drenched natures lie, as in a deatli, And pity, like a naked new-born babe,

What cannot you and I perform upon Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors d The unguarded Duncan what not put upon Upon the sightless couriers of the air,

His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,

Of our great quella That tears shall drown the wind.— I have no spur Macb.

Bring forth men-children only, To prick the sides of my intent, t it only

For thy undaunted mettle should compose Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itsell, a

Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv d, And falls on the other _How now, what news ? When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two * We have restored the old familiar expression God-eyld, as

Of his own chamber, and usd their very daggers, suiting better with the playfulness of Duncan's speech than the That they have done 't ? God yield us of the modern text. There is great refinement in

Lady M.

Who dares receive it other tise sentiment of the passage, but the meaning is tolerably clear. As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar The love which follows us is sometimes troublesome; so we give you trouble, but look you only at the love we bear to you, and Upon his death? so bless us and thank us.

Macb. I am settled, and bend up Hermits-beadsmen-bound to pray for a benefactor. • Shoal - in the original, schoole.

Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.

Theobald corrected the word to shoal, “ by which," says Steevens, our author means

Away, and mock the time with fairest show : the shallow ford of life." 'We shall not disturb the received False face must hide what the false heart doth know reading, which is unquestionably the safest.

[Exeunt. It has heen proposed to read, instead of itself, its sell, its saddle. However clever may be the notion, we can scarcely duce a jumble of the metaphor. Macbeth compares his inter! admit the necessity for the change of the original. A person to a courser: I have no spur to urge him on. 'Unprepared ! (and vaulting ambition is personified) might be said to overleap am about to vault into my seat, but I overleap myself and fall. himself, as well as overbalance himself, or overcharge himself, it appears to us that the sentence is broken by the entrance АСТ II.

overlabour himself, or overmeasure himself, or overreach of the messenger; that it is not complete in itself; and wonde himself. The word over in all these cases is used in the sense of not have been completed with side. too touch.

* We find the adage in Heywood's Proverbs, 1586 :-"The cab • After other Hanmer introduced side. The commentators would eat fish and would not wet her feet.". say that the addition is unnecessary, inasmuch as the plural Convince-overpower.

Limbeck--alemlic. Duon sides. occurs just before. But surely this notion is to pro

d Ouell under.

snores :

SCENE I.-The same. Court within the Castle. With Tarquin's ravishing sides, towards his design,

Moves like a ghost.-Thou sure and firm-set earth, Enter Banquo and FLEANCE, and a Servant with a

Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear torch before them.

Thy very stones prate of my where-about, Ban. How goes the night, boy?

And take the present horror from the time, Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. Which now suits with it.-Whiles I threat he lives : Ban. And she goes down at twelve.

Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. Fle. I take 't, 't is later, sir.

(A bell rings. Ban. Hold, take my sword.— There's husbandry" I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. in heaven,

Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too.

That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. Ext A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep: Merciful powers !

SCENE II.- The same. Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature

Enter LADY MACBETH. Gives way to in repose !–Give me my sword ;

Lady M. That which hath made them drunk bath Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch.

made me bold : Who 's there?

What hath quench'd them hath given me fire :Macb. A friend.

Hark! Peace! It was the owl that shriek d, Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king 's a-bed : The fatal bellman which gives the stero'st good night

. He hath been in unusual pleasure, and

He is about it: The doors are open ; Sent forth great largess to your offices :

And the surfeited grooms do mock their charge with This diamond he greets your wife withal, By the name of most kind hostess ; and shut up I have drugg‘d their possets, In measureless content.

That death and nature do contend about them, Macb. Being unprepard,

Whether they live, or die. Our will became the servant to defect;

Macb. [Within.] Who is there?-what, hoa! Which else should free have wrought.

Lady M. Alack! I am afraid they have awakd, Ban.

All is well.

And it is not done :- the attempt, and not the deel, I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters :

Confounds us :-Hark!--I laid their daggers reads, To you they have show'd some truth.

He could not miss them.-Had he not resembled Macb.

I think not of them : My father as he slept I had done 't-My husband ! Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, We would spend it in some words upon that business,

Enter MACBETH. If you would grant the time.

Macb. I have done the deed :-Didst thou not hear Ban. At your kind'st leisure.

a noise ? Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent, b--when 't is, Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry It shall make honour for you.

Did not you speak ? Ban.


When ? In seeking to augment it, but still keep

Lady M.

Now. My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear,


As I descended! I shall be counsell'di.

Lady M. Ay.
Good repose, the while!

Macó. Hark!
Ban. Thanks, sir; the like to you! (Exit Banquo. Who lies i' the second chamber ?
Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, Lady M.

She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. (Exit Serv. Macb. This is a sorry sight. (Looking on his hands
Is this a dagger which I see before me,

Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

And one cried, “ murther!" that they did wake excs Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible

other ; To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but

I stood and heard them : but they did say their prayers, A dagger of the mind, a false creation,

And address'd them again to sleep. Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

Lady M. There are two lodgid together. I see thee yet, in form as palpable

Macb. One cried, “ God bless us!" and " Amen, As this which now I draw.

the other; Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going, As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands. And such an instrument I was to use.

Listening their fear, I could not say, amen,
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, When they did say, God bless us.
Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still;

Lady M.

Consider it not so deeply. And on thy blade, and dudgeon,' gouts of blood, Macó. But wherefore could not I pronounce, amen! Which was not so before.—There's no such thing. I had most need of blessing, and amen It is the bloody business which informs

Stuck in my throat. Thus to mine eyes.---Now o'er the one half world

Lady M.

These deeds must not be thought Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse

After these ways; so, it will make us mad.
The curtain d sleep : witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murther,

* Sides.—This is the word of the old copies; but Pope chane

it to strides. A doubt arises whether this word is compatible Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,

with "stealthy pace." The word, in its nsual acceptation, and I hoge howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, looking at its etymology, does not convey the notion of stealthy

and silent movement. Can we reconcile then the word sa Husbandry-fungality. b Consent-union. with the context? Tieck contends that sides has been received * Dudgeon-the handle of the daygor.

as the seat of the passions, and is so here poetically nsed.

So I lose none,

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