Mistaken identity a ten minute play pdf

Discussion Questions

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Discussion 1

Prepare: Prior to completing this discussion, you will need to read Shakespeare’s Macbeth from Appendix B of the Journey into Literature. (See attached file Macbeth)

Reflect: Macbeth is often considered one of literature’s greatest tragedies, not only because of Macbeth’s tragic fall from grace, but because of how the play relates to human nature and the conflicts inherent in human nature. Think of what kinds of conflicts you saw in Macbeth. Consider what literary techniques helped convey the conflict.

Write: Your initial post must be 200 to 300words in length In your initial post, please do the following:

Identify a conflict that you see present in Macbeth (please refer to the list of conflicts). (See attached file ENG125 - Types of Conflicts Found in Literature)

Respond to oneof the following and provide specific textual examples:

1. Describe a key conflict in the play and how it corresponds to a character’s development. . If you chose this one (See attached file ENG125 - Types of Conflicts Found in Literature)

2. Describe two key literary techniques and elements of drama that aid in developing the conflict. (if you chose this one see attached file Literary techniques)

3. Explain how the conflict identified in the play relates to human nature and the human condition.

Discussion 2

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Prepare: In order to complete this discussion, you will need to read Sharon E. Cooper’s Mistaken Identity: A Ten Minute Play from Chapter 14 of Journey into Literature.(See attached file Mistaken Identity)

Reflect: In the “Tragedy” discussion this week, you explored the function of conflict in a tragedy and how the conflict is enhanced by certain literary elements and techniques. In this discussion activity, you will focus on comedy.Reflect on Mistaken Identity: A Ten Minute Play. This is a modern comedy that centers on the quest for love and understanding. Consider whether/how the function of the conflict in this play and the way the literary elements and techniques enhance the conflict is different from what we studied in Macbeth.

Write: The initial post must be 200 to 300words in length In your initial post:

Identify a conflict that you see present in Mistaken Identity: A Ten Minute Play (See attached file ENG125 - Types of Conflicts Found in Literature)

Respond to oneof the following, providing examples or quotations from the play to illustrate your ideas:

1. Describe a key conflict in the play and how it corresponds to a character’s development. If you chose this one (See attached file ENG125 - Types of Conflicts Found in Literature)

2. Describe two key literary techniques and elements and techniques of drama that aid in developing the conflict. (if you chose this one see attached file Literary techniques)

3. Explain how and why the conflict in this comedy is different from and/or similar to the conflict explored in tragedy.

Discussion 3

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Review the feedback you received from the Ashford Writing Center and consider how you will apply their suggestions as you develop your draft into a final literary analysis essay. See Attached file wb5ntp193390

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State the tracking number beginning with “ntp” found at the top of your reviewed paper.(See file ntp193390)

Respond to the feedback by offering:

A summary of what you learned from their comments;

A three- to five-point plan of items you will address or revise for your final literary analysis; and

Your thoughts on how you plan to use the services of the Ashford Writing Center in future courses.

The Tragedy of Macbeth William Shakespeare

Dramatis Personae

DUNCAN, King of Scotland.

MALCOLM & DONALBAIN: his sons

MACBETH & BANQUO: generals of the King’s army.

MACDUFF, LENNOX, ROSS, MENTEITH, ANGUS & CAITHNESS: noblemen of Scotland.

FLEANCE, son to Banquo.

SIWARD, earl of Northumberland.

Young SIWARD, his son.

SEYTON, an officer attending on Macbeth.

Boy, son to Macduff.

An English Doctor.

A Scotch Doctor.

A Captain.

A Porter.

An Old Man.

LADY MACBETH.

LADY MACDUFF.

Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth.

HECATE.

Three Witches.

Apparitions.

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, and Messengers

SCENE: SCOTLAND; ENGLAND

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Act I, Scene 1

A desert place.

[Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches]

FIRST WITCH: When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

SECOND WITCH: When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won.

THIRD WITCH: That will be ere the set of sun. 5

FIRST WITCH: Where the place?

SECOND WITCH: Upon the heath.

THIRD WITCH: There to meet with Macbeth.

FIRST WITCH: I come, Graymalkin!

SECOND WITCH: Paddock calls. 10

THIRD WITCH: Anon.

ALL: Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.

[Exeunt]

Act I, Scene 2

A camp near Forres.

[Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN,] [p]LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant]

DUNCAN: What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt 15 The newest state.

MALCOLM: This is the sergeant Who like a good and hardy soldier fought 'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend! Say to the king the knowledge of the broil 20 As thou didst leave it.

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SERGEANT: Doubtful it stood; As two spent swimmers, that do cling together And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald— Worthy to be a rebel, for to that 25 The multiplying villanies of nature Do swarm upon him—from the western isles Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak: 30 For brave Macbeth—well he deserves that name— Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, Which smoked with bloody execution, Like valour's minion carved out his passage Till he faced the slave; 35 Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps, And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

DUNCAN: O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!

SERGEANT: As whence the sun 'gins his reflection 40 Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break, So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: No sooner justice had with valour arm'd Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels, 45 But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage, With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men Began a fresh assault.

DUNCAN: Dismay'd not this Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? 50

SERGEANT: Yes; As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. If I say sooth, I must report they were As cannons overcharged with double cracks, so they Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe: 55 Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, Or memorise another Golgotha, I cannot tell. But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.

DUNCAN: So well thy words become thee as thy wounds; 60 They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons.

[Exit Sergeant, attended] Who comes here?

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[Enter ROSS]

MALCOLM: The worthy thane of Ross.

LENNOX: What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look That seems to speak things strange. 65

ROSS: God save the king!

DUNCAN: Whence camest thou, worthy thane?

ROSS: From Fife, great king; Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky And fan our people cold. Norway himself, 70 With terrible numbers, Assisted by that most disloyal traitor The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict; Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof, Confronted him with self-comparisons, 75 Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm. Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude, The victory fell on us.

DUNCAN: Great happiness!

ROSS: That now 80 Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition: Nor would we deign him burial of his men Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

DUNCAN: No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive 85 Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death, And with his former title greet Macbeth.

ROSS: I'll see it done.

DUNCAN: What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won.

[Exeunt]

Act I, Scene 3

A heath near Forres.

[Thunder. Enter the three Witches]

FIRST WITCH: Where hast thou been, sister? 90

SECOND WITCH: Killing swine.

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THIRD WITCH: Sister, where thou?

FIRST WITCH: A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd:— 'Give me,' quoth I: 95 'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger: But in a sieve I'll thither sail, And, like a rat without a tail, I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do. 100

SECOND WITCH: I'll give thee a wind.

FIRST WITCH: Thou'rt kind.

THIRD WITCH: And I another.

FIRST WITCH: I myself have all the other, And the very ports they blow, 105 All the quarters that they know I' the shipman's card. I will drain him dry as hay: Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid; 110 He shall live a man forbid: Weary se'nnights nine times nine Shall he dwindle, peak and pine: Though his bark cannot be lost, Yet it shall be tempest-tost. 115 Look what I have.

SECOND WITCH: Show me, show me.

FIRST WITCH: Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd as homeward he did come.

[Drum within]

THIRD WITCH: A drum, a drum! 120 Macbeth doth come.

ALL: The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about: Thrice to thine and thrice to mine 125 And thrice again, to make up nine. Peace! the charm's wound up.

[Enter MACBETH and BANQUO]

MACBETH: So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

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BANQUO: How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, 130 That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on't? Live you? 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, 135 And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.

MACBETH: Speak, if you can: what are you?

FIRST WITCH: All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!

SECOND WITCH: All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! 140

THIRD WITCH: All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!

BANQUO: Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner 145 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 say which grain will grow and which will not, 150 Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear Your favours nor your hate.

FIRST WITCH: Hail!

SECOND WITCH: Hail!

THIRD WITCH: Hail! 155

FIRST WITCH: Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

SECOND WITCH: Not so happy, yet much happier.

THIRD WITCH: Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!

FIRST WITCH: Banquo and Macbeth, all hail! 160

MACBETH: 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, 165 No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence You owe this strange intelligence? or why

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Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you.

[Witches vanish]

BANQUO: The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, 170 And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd?

MACBETH: Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd!

BANQUO: Were such things here as we do speak about? Or have we eaten on the insane root 175 That takes the reason prisoner?

MACBETH: Your children shall be kings.

BANQUO: You shall be king.

MACBETH: And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?

BANQUO: To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here? 180

[Enter ROSS and ANGUS]

ROSS: The king hath happily received, Macbeth, The news of thy success; and when he reads Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, His wonders and his praises do contend Which should be thine or his: silenced with that, 185 In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day, He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, Strange images of death. As thick as hail Came post with post; and every one did bear 190 Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, And pour'd them down before him.

ANGUS: We are sent To give thee from our royal master thanks; Only to herald thee into his sight, 195 Not pay thee.

ROSS: And, for an earnest of a greater honour, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor: In which addition, hail, most worthy thane! For it is thine. 200

BANQUO: What, can the devil speak true?

MACBETH: The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me In borrow'd robes?

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ANGUS: Who was the thane lives yet; But under heavy judgment bears that life 205 Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combined With those of Norway, or did line the rebel With hidden help and vantage, or that with both He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not; But treasons capital, confess'd and proved, 210 Have overthrown him.

MACBETH: [Aside] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor! The greatest is behind.

[To ROSS and ANGUS] Thanks for your pains.

[To BANQUO] Do you not hope your children shall be kings, 215 When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me Promised no less to them?

BANQUO: That trusted home Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange: 220 And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence. Cousins, a word, I pray you. 225

MACBETH: [Aside]. Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme.—I thank you, gentlemen. [Aside] This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good: if ill, 230 Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, 235 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 smother'd in surmise, and nothing is 240 But what is not.

BANQUO: Look, how our partner's rapt.

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MACBETH: [Aside] If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir.

BANQUO: New horrors come upon him, 245 Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould But with the aid of use.

MACBETH: [Aside] Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

BANQUO: Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. 250

MACBETH: Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains Are register'd where every day I turn The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king. Think upon what hath chanced, and, at more time, 255 The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak Our free hearts each to other.

BANQUO: Very gladly.

MACBETH: Till then, enough. Come, friends.

[Exeunt]

Act I, Scene 4

Forres. The palace.

[Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, and Attendants]

DUNCAN: Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not 260 Those in commission yet return'd?

MALCOLM: My liege, They are not yet come back. But I have spoke With one that saw him die: who did report That very frankly he confess'd his treasons, 265 Implored your highness' pardon and set forth A deep repentance: nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed, 270 As 'twere a careless trifle.

DUNCAN: There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face:

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He was a gentleman on whom I built An absolute trust. 275

[Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSS, and ANGUS] O worthiest cousin! The sin of my ingratitude even now Was heavy on me: thou art so far before That swiftest wing of recompense is slow To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved, 280 That the proportion both of thanks and payment Might have been mine! only I have left to say, More is thy due than more than all can pay.

MACBETH: The service and the loyalty I owe, In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part 285 Is to receive our duties; and our duties Are to your throne and state children and servants, Which do but what they should, by doing every thing Safe toward your love and honour.

DUNCAN: Welcome hither: 290 I have begun to plant thee, and will labour To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo, That hast no less deserved, nor must be known No less to have done so, let me enfold thee And hold thee to my heart. 295

BANQUO: There if I grow, The harvest is your own.

DUNCAN: My plenteous joys, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes, 300 And you whose places are the nearest, know We will establish our estate upon Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter The Prince of Cumberland; which honour must Not unaccompanied invest him only, 305 But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine On all deservers. From hence to Inverness, And bind us further to you.

MACBETH: The rest is labour, which is not used for you: I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful 310 The hearing of my wife with your approach; So humbly take my leave.

DUNCAN: My worthy Cawdor!

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MACBETH: [Aside] The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, 315 For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

[Exit]

DUNCAN: True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant, 320 And in his commendations I am fed; It is a banquet to me. Let's after him, Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome: It is a peerless kinsman.

[Flourish. Exeunt]

Act I, Scene 5

Inverness. Macbeth’s castle.

[Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter]

LADY MACBETH: 'They met me in the day of success: and I have 325 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 330 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 335 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; 340 It is too full o' 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, 345

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And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'ldst have, 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; 350 And 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 crown'd withal.

[Enter a Messenger] What is your tidings? 355

MESSENGER: The king comes here to-night.

LADY MACBETH: Thou'rt mad to say it: Is not thy master with him? who, were't so, Would have inform'd for preparation.

MESSENGER: So please you, it is true: our thane is coming: 360 One of my fellows had the speed of him, Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more Than would make up his message.

LADY MACBETH: Give him tending; He brings great news. 365

[Exit Messenger] The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full 370 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, 375 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, 380 Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!'

[Enter MACBETH] Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!

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Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Thy letters have transported me beyond 385 This ignorant present, and I feel now The future in the instant.

MACBETH: My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night.

LADY MACBETH: And when goes hence? 390

MACBETH: To-morrow, as he purposes.

LADY MACBETH: O, never Shall sun that morrow see! Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, 395 Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't. He that's coming Must be provided for: and you shall put This night's great business into my dispatch; 400 Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.

MACBETH: We will speak further.

LADY MACBETH: Only look up clear; To alter favour ever is to fear: 405 Leave all the rest to me.

[Exeunt]

Act I, Scene 6

Before Macbeth’s castle.

[Hautboys and torches. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM,] [p]DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENNOX, MACDUFF, ROSS, ANGUS, and Attendants]

DUNCAN: This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses.

BANQUO: This guest of summer, 410 The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,

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Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle: 415 Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, The air is delicate.

[Enter LADY MACBETH]

DUNCAN: See, see, our honour'd hostess! The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you 420 How you shall bid God 'ild us for your pains, And thank us for your trouble.

LADY MACBETH: All our service In every point twice done and then done double Were poor and single business to contend 425 Against those honours deep and broad wherewith Your majesty loads our house: for those of old, And the late dignities heap'd up to them, We rest your hermits.

DUNCAN: Where's the thane of Cawdor? 430 We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose To be his purveyor: but he rides well; And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess, We are your guest to-night. 435

LADY MACBETH: 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.

DUNCAN: Give me your hand; 440 Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly, And shall continue our graces towards him. By your leave, hostess.

[Exeunt]

Act I, Scene 7

Macbeth’s castle.

[Hautboys and torches. Enter a Sewer, and divers] [p]Servants with dishes and service, and pass over the stage. Then enter MACBETH]

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MACBETH: If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: if the assassination 445 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'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases 450 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 poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; 455 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 460 So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-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 465 Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself 470 And falls on the other.

[Enter LADY MACBETH] How now! what news?

LADY MACBETH: He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber?

MACBETH: Hath he ask'd for me?

LADY MACBETH: Know you not he has? 475

MACBETH: We will proceed no further in this business: He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon. 480

LADY MACBETH: Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time

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Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard 485 To be the same in thine own act and valour 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,' 490 Like the poor cat i' the adage?

MACBETH: Prithee, peace: I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none.

LADY MACBETH: What beast was't, then, 495 That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, 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: 500 They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, 505 And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.

MACBETH: If we should fail?

LADY MACBETH: We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, 510 And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep— Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him—his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassail so convince That memory, the warder of the brain, 515 Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck 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 520 His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt Of our great quell?

MACBETH: Bring forth men-children only; For thy undaunted mettle should compose Nothing but males. Will it not be received, 525 When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two

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Of his own chamber and used their very daggers, That they have done't?

LADY MACBETH: Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar 530 Upon his death?

MACBETH: I am 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. 535

[Exeunt]

Act II, Scene 1

Court of Macbeth’s castle.

[Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE bearing a torch before him]

BANQUO: How goes the night, boy?

FLEANCE: The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.

BANQUO: And she goes down at twelve.

FLEANCE: I take't, 'tis later, sir.

BANQUO: Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heaven; 540 Their candles are all out. Take thee that too. A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep: merciful powers, Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature Gives way to in repose! 545

[Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch] Give me my sword. Who's there?

MACBETH: A friend.

BANQUO: What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed: He hath been in unusual pleasure, and 550 Sent forth great largess to your offices. This diamond he greets your wife withal, By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up In measureless content.

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MACBETH: Being unprepared, 555 Our will became the servant to defect; Which else should free have wrought.

BANQUO: All's well. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: To you they have show'd some truth. 560

MACBETH: 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.

BANQUO: At your kind'st leisure. 565

MACBETH: If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, It shall make honour for you.

BANQUO: So I lose none In seeking to augment it, but still keep My bosom franchised and allegiance clear, 570 I shall be counsell'd.

MACBETH: Good repose the while!

BANQUO: Thanks, sir: the like to you!

[Exeunt BANQUO and FLEANCE]

MACBETH: Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. 575

[Exit Servant] Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but 580 A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; 585 And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing: 590 It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld

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Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, 595 Alarum'd 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 600 Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

[A bell rings] I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. 605 Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell.

[Exit]

Act II, Scene 2

The same.

[Enter LADY MACBETH]

LADY MACBETH: That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quench'd them hath given me fire. Hark! Peace! 610 It was the owl that shriek'd, 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: I have drugg'd their possets, 615 That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live or die.

MACBETH: [Within] Who's there? what, ho!

LADY MACBETH: Alack, I am afraid they have awaked, And 'tis not done. The attempt and not the deed 620 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't.

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[Enter MACBETH] My husband!

MACBETH: I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise? 625

LADY MACBETH: I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. Did not you speak?

MACBETH: When?

LADY MACBETH: Now.

MACBETH: As I descended? 630

LADY MACBETH: Ay.

MACBETH: Hark! Who lies i' the second chamber?

LADY MACBETH: Donalbain.

MACBETH: This is a sorry sight. 635

[Looking on his hands]

LADY MACBETH: A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.

MACBETH: There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried 'Murder!' That they did wake each other: I stood and heard them: But they did say their prayers, and address'd them 640 Again to sleep.

LADY MACBETH: There are two lodged together.

MACBETH: One cried 'God bless us!' and 'Amen' the other; As they had seen me with these hangman's hands. Listening their fear, I could not say 'Amen,' 645 When they did say 'God bless us!'

LADY MACBETH: Consider it not so deeply.

MACBETH: But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat. 650

LADY MACBETH: These deeds must not be thought After these ways; so, it will make us mad.

MACBETH: Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care, 655 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,—

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LADY MACBETH: What do you mean?

MACBETH: Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house: 660 'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.'

LADY MACBETH: Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, 665 And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: go carry them; and smear The sleepy grooms with blood.

MACBETH: I'll go no more: 670 I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on't again I dare not.

LADY MACBETH: Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood 675 That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal; For it must seem their guilt.

[Exit. Knocking within]

MACBETH: Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appals me? 680 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 in incarnadine, Making the green one red. 685

[Re-enter LADY MACBETH]

LADY MACBETH: My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white.

[Knocking within] I hear a knocking At the south entry: retire we to our chamber; A little water clears us of this deed: 690 How easy is it, then! Your constancy Hath left you unattended.

[Knocking within] Hark! more knocking. Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us,

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And show us to be watchers. Be not lost 695 So poorly in your thoughts.

MACBETH: To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself.

[Knocking within] Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst!

[Exeunt]

Act II, Scene 3

The same.

[Knocking within. Enter a Porter]

PORTER: Here's a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have 700 old turning the key.

[Knocking within] Knock, knock, knock! Who's there, i' the name of Beelzebub? Here's a farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty: come in 705 time; have napkins enow about you; here you'll sweat for't.

[Knocking within] Knock, knock! Who's there, in the other devil's name? Faith, here's an equivocator, that could 710 swear in both the scales against either scale; who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven: O, come in, equivocator.

[Knocking within] Knock, 715 knock, knock! 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.

[Knocking within] Knock, 720 knock; never at quiet! What are you? But

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this place is too cold for hell. I'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. 725

[Knocking within] Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter.

[Opens the gate]

[Enter MACDUFF and LENNOX]

MACDUFF: Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, That you do lie so late?

PORTER: 'Faith sir, we were carousing till the second cock: and drink, sir, is a great 730 provoker of three things.

MACDUFF: What three things does drink especially provoke?

PORTER: Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes 735 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 740 not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.

MACDUFF: I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.

PORTER: That it did, sir, i' the very throat on me: but I requited him for his lie; and, I 745 think, being too strong for him, though he took up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him.

MACDUFF: Is thy master stirring?

[Enter MACBETH] Our knocking has awaked him; here he comes. 750

LENNOX: Good morrow, noble sir.

MACBETH: Good morrow, both.

MACDUFF: Is the king stirring, worthy thane?

MACBETH: Not yet.

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MACDUFF: He did command me to call timely on him: 755 I have almost slipp'd the hour.

MACBETH: I'll bring you to him.

MACDUFF: I know this is a joyful trouble to you; But yet 'tis one.

MACBETH: The labour we delight in physics pain. 760 This is the door.

MACDUFF: I'll make so bold to call, For 'tis my limited service.

[Exit]

LENNOX: Goes the king hence to-day?

MACBETH: He does: he did appoint so. 765

LENNOX: 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 770 New hatch'd to the woeful time: the obscure bird Clamour'd the livelong night: some say, the earth Was feverous and did shake.

MACBETH: 'Twas a rough night.

LENNOX: My young remembrance cannot parallel 775 A fellow to it.

[Re-enter MACDUFF]

MACDUFF: O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee!

MACBETH: [with Lennox] What's the matter.

MACDUFF: Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! 780 Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence The life o' the building!

MACBETH: What is 't you say? the life?

LENNOX: Mean you his majesty? 785

MACDUFF: Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight With a new Gorgon: do not bid me speak; See, and then speak yourselves.

[Exeunt MACBETH and LENNOX] Awake, awake!

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Ring the alarum-bell. Murder and treason! 790 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! Banquo! As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites, 795 To countenance this horror! Ring the bell.

[Bell rings]

[Enter LADY MACBETH]

LADY MACBETH: What's the business, That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley The sleepers of the house? speak, speak!

MACDUFF: O gentle lady, 800 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak: The repetition, in a woman's ear, Would murder as it fell.

[Enter BANQUO] O Banquo, Banquo, 805 Our royal master 's murder'd!

LADY MACBETH: Woe, alas! What, in our house?

BANQUO: Too cruel any where. Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself, 810 And say it is not so.

[Re-enter MACBETH and LENNOX, with ROSS]

MACBETH: 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; 815 The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.

[Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN]

DONALBAIN: What is amiss?

MACBETH: You are, and do not know't: The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood 820 Is stopp'd; the very source of it is stopp'd.

MACDUFF: Your royal father 's murder'd.

MALCOLM: O, by whom?

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LENNOX: Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done 't: Their hands and faces were an badged with blood; 825 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.

MACBETH: O, yet I do repent me of my fury, 830 That I did kill them.

MACDUFF: Wherefore did you so?

MACBETH: Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man: The expedition my violent love 835 Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan, His silver skin laced with his golden blood; And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers, Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers 840 Unmannerly breech'd with gore: who could refrain, That had a heart to love, and in that heart Courage to make 's love known?

LADY MACBETH: Help me hence, ho!

MACDUFF: Look to the lady. 845

MALCOLM: [Aside to DONALBAIN] Why do we hold our tongues, That most may claim this argument for ours?

DONALBAIN: [Aside to MALCOLM] What should be spoken here, where our fate, Hid in an auger-hole, may rush, and seize us? 850 Let 's away; Our tears are not yet brew'd.

MALCOLM: [Aside to DONALBAIN] Nor our strong sorrow Upon the foot of motion.

BANQUO: Look to the lady: 855

[LADY MACBETH is carried out] And when we have our naked frailties hid, That suffer in exposure, let us meet, And question this most bloody piece of work, To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us: In the great hand of God I stand; and thence 860 Against the undivulged pretence I fight Of treasonous malice.

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MACDUFF: And so do I.

ALL: So all.

MACBETH: Let's briefly put on manly readiness, 865 And meet i' the hall together.

ALL: Well contented.

[Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain.]

MALCOLM: What will you do? Let's not consort with them: To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy. I'll to England. 870

DONALBAIN: To Ireland, I; our separated fortune Shall keep us both the safer: where we are, There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, The nearer bloody.

MALCOLM: This murderous shaft that's shot 875 Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse; And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, But shift away: there's warrant in that theft Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left. 880

[Exeunt]

Act II, Scene 4

Outside Macbeth’s castle.

[Enter ROSS and an old Man]

OLD MAN: Threescore and ten I can remember well: Within the volume of which time I have seen Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore night Hath trifled former knowings.

ROSS: Ah, good father, 885 Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act, Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock, 'tis day, And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp: Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame, That darkness does the face of earth entomb, 890 When living light should kiss it?

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OLD MAN: 'Tis unnatural, Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last, A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd. 895

ROSS: And Duncan's horses—a thing most strange and certain— Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make War with mankind. 900

OLD MAN: 'Tis said they eat each other.

ROSS: They did so, to the amazement of mine eyes That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Macduff.

[Enter MACDUFF] How goes the world, sir, now?

MACDUFF: Why, see you not? 905

ROSS: Is't known who did this more than bloody deed?

MACDUFF: Those that Macbeth hath slain.

ROSS: Alas, the day! What good could they pretend?

MACDUFF: They were suborn'd: 910 Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons, Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them Suspicion of the deed.

ROSS: 'Gainst nature still! Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up 915 Thine own life's means! Then 'tis most like The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.

MACDUFF: He is already named, and gone to Scone To be invested.

ROSS: Where is Duncan's body? 920

MACDUFF: Carried to Colmekill, The sacred storehouse of his predecessors, And guardian of their bones.

ROSS: Will you to Scone?

MACDUFF: No, cousin, I'll to Fife. 925

ROSS: Well, I will thither.

MACDUFF: Well, may you see things well done there: adieu! Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!

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ROSS: Farewell, father.

OLD MAN: God's benison go with you; and with those 930 That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!

[Exeunt]

Act III, Scene 1

Forres. The palace.

[Enter BANQUO]

BANQUO: Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all, As the weird women promised, and, I fear, Thou play'dst most foully for't: yet it was said It should not stand in thy posterity, 935 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, 940 And set me up in hope? But hush! no more.

[Sennet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as king, LADY MACBETH, as queen, LENNOX, ROSS, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants]

MACBETH: Here's our chief guest.

LADY MACBETH: If he had been forgotten, It had been as a gap in our great feast, And all-thing unbecoming. 945

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

BANQUO: Let your highness Command upon me; to the which my duties Are with a most indissoluble tie 950 For ever knit.

MACBETH: Ride you this afternoon?

BANQUO: Ay, my good lord.

MACBETH: We should have else desired your good advice, Which still hath been both grave and prosperous, 955

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In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow. Is't far you ride?

BANQUO: As far, my lord, as will fill up the time 'Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better, I must become a borrower of the night 960 For a dark hour or twain.

MACBETH: Fail not our feast.

BANQUO: My lord, I will not.

MACBETH: We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd In England and in Ireland, not confessing 965 Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers With strange invention: but of that to-morrow, When therewithal we shall have cause of state Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu, Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you? 970

BANQUO: Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon 's.

MACBETH: I wish your horses swift and sure of foot; And so I do commend you to their backs. Farewell.

[Exit BANQUO] Let every man be master of his time Till seven at night: to make society 975 The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you!

[Exeunt all but MACBETH, and an attendant] Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men Our pleasure?

ATTENDANT: They are, my lord, without the palace gate. 980

MACBETH: Bring them before us.

[Exit Attendant] To be thus is nothing; But to be safely thus.—Our fears in Banquo Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares; 985 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, 990 Mark Antony's was by Caesar. He chid the sisters When first they put the name of king upon me,

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And bade them speak to him: then prophet-like They hail'd him father to a line of kings: Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, 995 And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding. If 't be so, For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind; For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd; 1000 Put rancours in the vessel of my peace 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. 1005 And champion me to the utterance! Who's there!

[Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers] Now go to the door, and stay there till we call.

[Exit Attendant] Was it not yesterday we spoke together?

FIRST MURDERER: It was, so please your highness.

MACBETH: Well then, now 1010 Have you consider'd of my speeches? Know That it was he in the times past which held you So under fortune, which you thought had been Our innocent self: this I made good to you In our last conference, pass'd in probation with you, 1015 How you were borne in hand, how cross'd, 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.' 1020

FIRST MURDERER: You made it known to us.

MACBETH: 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 gospell'd 1025 To pray for this good man and for his issue, Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave And beggar'd yours for ever?

FIRST MURDERER: We are men, my liege.

MACBETH: Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; 1030 As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,

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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 housekeeper, the hunter, every one 1035 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, 1040 Not i' the worst rank of manhood, say 't; And I will put that business in your bosoms, Whose execution takes your enemy off, Grapples you to the heart and love of us, Who wear our health but sickly in his life, 1045 Which in his death were perfect.

SECOND MURDERER: I am 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. 1050

FIRST MURDERER: And I another So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, That I would set my lie on any chance, To mend it, or be rid on't.

MACBETH: Both of you 1055 Know Banquo was your enemy.

FIRST MURDERER: [with Second Murderer] True, my lord.

MACBETH: 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 1060 With barefaced 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, 1065 That I to your assistance do make love, Masking the business from the common eye For sundry weighty reasons.

SECOND MURDERER: We shall, my lord, Perform what you command us. 1070

FIRST MURDERER: Though our lives—

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MACBETH: Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most I will advise you where to plant yourselves; Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time, The moment on't; for't must be done to-night, 1075 And something from the palace; always thought That I require a clearness: and with him— To leave no rubs nor botches in the work— Fleance his son, that keeps him company, Whose absence is no less material to me 1080 Than is his father's, must embrace the fate Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart: I'll come to you anon.

FIRST MURDERER: [With Second Murderer] We are resolved, my lord.

MACBETH: I'll call upon you straight: abide within. 1085

[Exeunt Murderers] It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul's flight, If it find heaven, must find it out to-night.

[Exit]

Act III, Scene 2

The palace.

[Enter LADY MACBETH and a Servant]

LADY MACBETH: Is Banquo gone from court?

SERVANT: Ay, madam, but returns again to-night.

LADY MACBETH: Say to the king, I would attend his leisure 1090 For a few words.

SERVANT: Madam, I will.

[Exit]

LADY MACBETH: Nought's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content: 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy 1095 Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.

[Enter MACBETH] How now, my lord! why do you keep alone, Of sorriest fancies your companions making, Using those thoughts which should indeed have died

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With them they think on? Things without all remedy 1100 Should be without regard: what's done is done.

MACBETH: We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd 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 1105 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, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, 1110 Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, 1115 Can touch him further.

LADY MACBETH: Come on; Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks; Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.

MACBETH: So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you: 1120 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, 1125 Disguising what they are.

LADY MACBETH: You must leave this.

MACBETH: O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.

LADY MACBETH: But in them nature's copy's not eterne. 1130

MACBETH: There's comfort yet; they are assailable; Then be thou jocund: ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summons The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done 1135 A deed of dreadful note.

LADY MACBETH: What's to be done?

MACBETH: Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; 1140

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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; 1145 While night's black agents to their preys do rouse. Thou marvell'st at my words: but hold thee still; Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. So, prithee, go with me.

[Exeunt]

Act III, Scene 3

A park near the palace.

[Enter three Murderers]

FIRST MURDERER: But who did bid thee join with us? 1150

THIRD MURDERER: Macbeth.

SECOND MURDERER: He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers Our offices and what we have to do To the direction just.

FIRST MURDERER: Then stand with us. 1155 The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day: Now spurs the lated traveller apace To gain the timely inn; and near approaches The subject of our watch.

THIRD MURDERER: Hark! I hear horses. 1160

BANQUO: [Within] Give us a light there, ho!

SECOND MURDERER: Then 'tis he: the rest That are within the note of expectation Already are i' the court.

FIRST MURDERER: His horses go about. 1165

THIRD MURDERER: Almost a mile: but he does usually, So all men do, from hence to the palace gate Make it their walk.

SECOND MURDERER: A light, a light!

[Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE with a torch]

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THIRD MURDERER: 'Tis he. 1170

FIRST MURDERER: Stand to't.

BANQUO: It will be rain to-night.

FIRST MURDERER: Let it come down.

[They set upon BANQUO]

BANQUO: O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly! Thou mayst revenge. O slave! 1175

[Dies. FLEANCE escapes]

THIRD MURDERER: Who did strike out the light?

FIRST MURDERER: Wast not the way?

THIRD MURDERER: There's but one down; the son is fled.

SECOND MURDERER: We have lost Best half of our affair. 1180

FIRST MURDERER: Well, let's away, and say how much is done.

[Exeunt]

Act III, Scene 4

The same. Hall in the palace.

[A banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, LADY MACBETH,] [p]ROSS, LENNOX, Lords, and Attendants]

MACBETH: You know your own degrees; sit down: at first And last the hearty welcome.

LORDS: Thanks to your majesty.

MACBETH: Ourself will mingle with society, 1185 And play the humble host. Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time We will require her welcome.

LADY MACBETH: Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends; For my heart speaks they are welcome. 1190

[First Murderer appears at the door]

MACBETH: See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks. Both sides are even: here I'll sit i' the midst:

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Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure The table round.

[Approaching the door] There's blood on thy face. 1195

FIRST MURDERER: 'Tis Banquo's then.

MACBETH: 'Tis better thee without than he within. Is he dispatch'd?

FIRST MURDERER: My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.

MACBETH: Thou art the best o' the cut-throats: yet he's good 1200 That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it, Thou art the nonpareil.

FIRST MURDERER: Most royal sir, Fleance is 'scaped.

MACBETH: Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect, 1205 Whole as the marble, founded as the rock, As broad and general as the casing air: But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?

FIRST MURDERER: Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides, 1210 With twenty trenched gashes on his head; The least a death to nature.

MACBETH: Thanks for that: There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled Hath nature that in time will venom breed, 1215 No teeth for the present. Get thee gone: to-morrow We'll hear, ourselves, again.

[Exit Murderer]

LADY MACBETH: My royal lord, You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a-making, 1220 'Tis given with welcome: to feed were best at home; From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony; Meeting were bare without it.

MACBETH: Sweet remembrancer! Now, good digestion wait on appetite, 1225 And health on both!

LENNOX: May't please your highness sit. [The GHOST OF BANQUO enters, and sits in MACBETH's place]

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MACBETH: Here had we now our country's honour roof'd, Were the graced person of our Banquo present; Who may I rather challenge for unkindness 1230 Than pity for mischance!

ROSS: His absence, sir, Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness To grace us with your royal company.

MACBETH: The table's full. 1235

LENNOX: Here is a place reserved, sir.

MACBETH: Where?

LENNOX: Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your highness?

MACBETH: Which of you have done this?

LORDS: What, my good lord? 1240

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

ROSS: Gentlemen, rise: his highness is not well.

LADY MACBETH: Sit, worthy friends: my lord is often thus, And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep seat; 1245 The fit is momentary; upon a thought He will again be well: if much you note him, You shall offend him and extend his passion: Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?

MACBETH: Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that 1250 Which might appal the devil.

LADY MACBETH: O proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear: This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said, Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts, 1255 Impostors to true fear, would well become A woman's story at a winter's fire, Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself! Why do you make such faces? When all's done, You look but on a stool. 1260

MACBETH: Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo! how say you? Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too. If charnel-houses and our graves must send Those that we bury back, our monuments 1265 Shall be the maws of kites.

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[GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes]

LADY MACBETH: What, quite unmann'd in folly?

MACBETH: If I stand here, I saw him.

LADY MACBETH: Fie, for shame!

MACBETH: Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, 1270 Ere human statute purged the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd 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, 1275 With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools: this is more strange Than such a murder is.

LADY MACBETH: My worthy lord, Your noble friends do lack you. 1280

MACBETH: I do forget. Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends, I 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. 1285 I drink to the general joy o' 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.

LORDS: Our duties, and the pledge. 1290

[Re-enter GHOST OF BANQUO]

MACBETH: 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!

LADY MACBETH: Think of this, good peers, 1295 But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other; Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

MACBETH: What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger; 1300 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; If trembling I inhabit then, protest me

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The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! 1305 Unreal mockery, hence!

[GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes] Why, so: being gone, I am a man again. Pray you, sit still.

LADY MACBETH: You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admired disorder. 1310

MACBETH: 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, 1315 And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, When mine is blanched with fear.

ROSS: What sights, my lord?

LADY MACBETH: I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse; Question enrages him. At once, good night: 1320 Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once.

LENNOX: Good night; and better health Attend his majesty!

LADY MACBETH: A kind good night to all! 1325

[Exeunt all but MACBETH and LADY MACBETH]

MACBETH: 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? 1330

LADY MACBETH: Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

MACBETH: How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person At our great bidding?

LADY MACBETH: Did you send to him, sir?

MACBETH: I hear it by the way; but I will send: 1335 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, 1340 All causes shall give way: I am in blood

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Stepp'd in so far that, should I 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 scann'd. 1345

LADY MACBETH: You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

MACBETH: 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.

[Exeunt]

Act III, Scene 5

A Heath.

[Thunder. Enter the three Witches meeting HECATE]

FIRST WITCH: Why, how now, Hecate! you look angerly. 1350

HECATE: Have I not reason, beldams as you are, Saucy and overbold? How did you dare To trade and traffic with Macbeth In riddles and affairs of death; And I, the mistress of your charms, 1355 The close contriver of all harms, Was never call'd to bear my part, Or show the glory of our art? And, which is worse, all you have done Hath been but for a wayward son, 1360 Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do, Loves for his own ends, not for you. But make amends now: get you gone, And at the pit of Acheron Meet me i' the morning: thither he 1365 Will come to know his destiny: Your vessels and your spells provide, Your charms and every thing beside. I am for the air; this night I'll spend Unto a dismal and a fatal end: 1370 Great business must be wrought ere noon: Upon the corner of the moon There hangs a vaporous drop profound; I'll catch it ere it come to ground:

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And that distill'd by magic sleights 1375 Shall raise such artificial sprites As by the strength of their illusion Shall draw him on to his confusion: He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear He hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: 1380 And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy.

[Music and a song within: 'Come away, come away,' &c] Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.

[Exit]

FIRST WITCH: Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again. 1385

[Exeunt]

Act III, Scene 6

Forres. The palace.

[Enter LENNOX and another Lord]

LENNOX: My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, Which can interpret further: only, I say, Things have been strangely borne. The gracious Duncan Was pitied of Macbeth: marry, he was dead: 1390 And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late; Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd, For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late. Who cannot want the thought how monstrous It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain 1395 To kill their gracious father? damned fact! How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight In pious rage the two delinquents tear, That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep? Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too; 1400 For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive To hear the men deny't. So that, I say, He has borne all things well: and I do think That had he Duncan's sons under his key— As, an't please heaven, he shall not—they 1405

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should find What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. But, peace! for from broad words and 'cause he fail'd His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear Macduff lives in disgrace: sir, can you tell 1410 Where he bestows himself?

LORD: The son of Duncan, From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth Lives in the English court, and is received Of the most pious Edward with such grace 1415 That the malevolence of fortune nothing Takes from his high respect: thither Macduff Is gone to pray the holy king, upon his aid To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward: That, by the help of these—with Him above 1420 To ratify the work—we may again Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights, Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives, Do faithful homage and receive free honours: All which we pine for now: and this report 1425 Hath so exasperate the king that he Prepares for some attempt of war.

LENNOX: Sent he to Macduff?

LORD: He did: and with an absolute 'Sir, not I,' The cloudy messenger turns me his back, 1430 And hums, as who should say 'You'll rue the time That clogs me with this answer.'

LENNOX: And that well might Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel 1435 Fly to the court of England and unfold His message ere he come, that a swift blessing May soon return to this our suffering country Under a hand accursed!

LORD: I'll send my prayers with him. 1440

[Exeunt]

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Act IV, Scene 1

A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron.

[Thunder. Enter the three Witches]

FIRST WITCH: Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.

SECOND WITCH: Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.

THIRD WITCH: Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time.

FIRST WITCH: Round about the cauldron go; In the poison'd entrails throw. 1445 Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights has thirty-one Swelter'd venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.

ALL: Double, double toil and trouble; 1450 Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

SECOND WITCH: Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, 1455 Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

ALL: Double, double toil and trouble; 1460 Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

THIRD WITCH: Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches' mummy, maw and gulf Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark, Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark, 1465 Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew Silver'd in the moon's eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe 1470 Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab: Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, For the ingredients of our cauldron.

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ALL: Double, double toil and trouble; 1475 Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

SECOND WITCH:Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good.

[Enter HECATE to the other three Witches]

HECATE: O well done! I commend your pains; And every one shall share i' the gains; 1480 And now about the cauldron sing, Live elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put in.

[Music and a song: 'Black spirits,' &c]

[HECATE retires]

SECOND WITCH: By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. 1485 Open, locks, Whoever knocks!

[Enter MACBETH]

MACBETH: How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! What is't you do?

ALL: A deed without a name. 1490

MACBETH: I conjure you, by that which you profess, Howe'er you come to know it, answer me: Though you untie the winds and let them fight Against the churches; though the yesty waves Confound and swallow navigation up; 1495 Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down; Though castles topple on their warders' heads; Though palaces and pyramids do slope Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure Of nature's germens tumble all together, 1500 Even till destruction sicken; answer me To what I ask you.

FIRST WITCH: Speak.

SECOND WITCH: Demand.

THIRD WITCH: We'll answer. 1505

FIRST WITCH: Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths, Or from our masters?

MACBETH: Call 'em; let me see 'em.

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FIRST WITCH: Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten Her nine farrow; grease that's sweaten 1510 From the murderer's gibbet throw Into the flame.

ALL: Come, high or low; Thyself and office deftly show!

[Thunder. First Apparition: an armed Head]

MACBETH: Tell me, thou unknown power,— 1515

FIRST WITCH: He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

FIRST APPARITION: Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff; Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough.

[Descends]

MACBETH: Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks; 1520 Thou hast harp'd my fear aright: but one word more,—

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

[Thunder. Second Apparition: A bloody Child]

SECOND APPARITION: Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! 1525

MACBETH: Had I three ears, I'ld hear thee.

SECOND APPARITION: Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn The power of man, for none of woman born Shall harm Macbeth.

[Descends]

MACBETH: Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee? 1530 But yet I'll make assurance double sure, And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live; That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, And sleep in spite of thunder.

[Thunder. Third Apparition: a Child crowned, with a tree in his hand] What is this 1535 That rises like the issue of a king, And wears upon his baby-brow the round And top of sovereignty?

ALL: Listen, but speak not to't.

THIRD APPARITION: Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care 1540 Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are:

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Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill Shall come against him.

[Descends]

MACBETH: That will never be 1545 Who can impress the forest, bid the tree Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements! good! Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath 1550 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?

ALL: Seek to know no more. 1555

MACBETH: I will be satisfied: deny me this, And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know. Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this?

[Hautboys]

FIRST WITCH: Show!

SECOND WITCH: Show! 1560

THIRD WITCH: Show!

ALL: Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like shadows, so depart!

[A show of Eight Kings, the last with a glass in his hand; GHOST OF BANQUO following]

MACBETH: Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo: down! Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls. And thy hair, 1565 Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first. A third is like the former. Filthy hags! Why do you show me this? A fourth! Start, eyes! What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? Another yet! A seventh! I'll see no more: 1570 And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass Which shows me many more; and some I see That two-fold balls and treble scepters carry: Horrible sight! Now, I see, 'tis true; For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, 1575 And points at them for his. [Apparitions vanish] What, is this so?

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FIRST WITCH: Ay, sir, all this is so: but why Stands Macbeth thus amazedly? Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites, 1580 And show the best of our delights: I'll charm the air to give a sound, While you perform your antic round: That this great king may kindly say, Our duties did his welcome pay. 1585

[Music. The witches dance and then vanish, with HECATE]

MACBETH: Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar! Come in, without there!