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Macb. I will be satisfied : deny me this,
[Hautboys. 1 Witch. Shew! 2 Witch.
Shew! 3 Witch.
Shew! AU. Shew his eyes, and grieve his heart ! Come like shadows, so depart. An Apparition of eight Kings and Banquo, who pass
over in order; the last King bearing a mirror. Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo: down!
110 Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls : - and thy hair, , Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first :A third is like the former :- Filthy hags! Why do you shew me this ? — A fourth ? - Start, eyes ! What! will the line stretch out to th' crack of doom ? Another yet?
A seventh ? — I'll see no more :And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass, Which shews me many more ; and some I see, That two-fold balls and treble sceptres carry. Horrible sight! — Now, I see, 't is true;
120 For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, And points at them for his. — What! is this so ?
1 Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so: but why Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites, 110 Eight Kings, i. e. Robert II. Ireland, and the three kingdoms of and III. and James I. to VI. No England, Scotland, and Ireland, account is taken of Mary Stuart. which took place under James I. (R)
(w) 110 two-fold balls and treble scep- 121 blood-bolter'd, blood-clotted. tres. An allusion to the union of 125 sprites, i. e. spirits. Cf. III. the two islands of Great Britain and v. 27, above, and I. 153 below. (R)
And shew the best of our delights.
[Music. The Witches dance, and vanish. Macb. Where are they? Gone ? — Let this
pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar! Come in! without there !
What's your Grace's will ?
No, my lord.
No, indeed, my lord.
Len. 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word, Macduff is fled to England. Macb.
Fled to England ? Len. Ay, my good lord.
Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits : The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it. From this moment, The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and
done: The castle of Macduff I will surprise ; Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' th' sword
14 flighty, fleeting. (R)
His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls
SCENE II. — Fife. A Room in Macduff's Castle.
He had none : His flight was madness. When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors. Rosse.
You know not
10 Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. All is the fear, and nothing is the love: As little is the wisdom, where the flight So runs against all reason. 151 trace, follow. (R)
pear in the person of som man that 163 sprites. The folio [and recent dyed evilly, are called Ghosts, when editors), sights. The folio usually they terrifie men at other times spells sprites "sprights” (e. g. Sprits," where the edition of 1685 III. v. 27), which makes the emen- has “when they otherwise affright dation natural. A similar mistake folk, sights” (p. 326). occurs in Commenius' Gate of the 7 titles, possessions. (R) Latine Tongue Unlocked, 1656 (p. 9 natural touch, i.e. natural 307): “Evill Spirits, when they ap- affection. (R)
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My dearest coz,
20 But float upon a wild and violent sea, Each way
L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless.
so much a fool, should I stay longer, It would be my disgrace and your discomfort. I take
[Erit RossE. L. Macd.
Sirrah, your father's dead : 30 And what will you do now? How will you
live? Son. As birds do, mother. L. Macd.
What, with worms and flies ? Son. With what I get, I mean ; and so do they. L. Macd. Poor bird ! thou 'd'st never fear the net,
nor lime, The pit-fall, nor the gin. Son. Why should I, mother ? Poor birds they are
not set for. My father is not dead, for all your saying. 15 for, i. e. as for. (R)
22 and move, possibly we should fits o'th' season, the uncer
move (Gollancz's sugtainties of the time.
gestion). (R) 19 know ourselves, i. e. know it 23 Shall not be long. Supply ourselves. hold rumour, receive a “I," or "It.” (R) vague apprehension. (R)
38 they refers to the traps. (R)
L. Macd. Yes, he is dead : how wilt thou do for a
father? Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband ? L. Macd. Why, I can buy me twenty at any market. 40 Son. Then you 'll buy 'em to sell again.
L. Macd. Thou speak’st with all thy wit;
Son. Was my father a traitor, mother?
L. Macd. Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hang'd.
50 Son. And must they all be hang’d that swear and lie?
L. Macd. Every one.
Son. Then the liars and swearers are fools; for there are liars and swearers enow to beat the honest men, and hang up them.
L. Macd. Now God help thee, poor monkey! But how wilt thou do for a father ?
Son. If he were dead, you'd weep for him; if you would not, it were a good sign that I should quickly have a new father.
L. Macd. Poor prattler, how thou talk'st !
Enter a Messenger.
Messenger. Bless you, fair dame.
fair dame. I am not to you