Macb. I will be satisfied: deny me this, 1 Witch. Shew! [Hautboys. All. 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! Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls:- and thy hair, 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: For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, 110 Eight Kings, i. e. Robert II. and III. and James I. to VI. No account is taken of Mary Stuart. (R) 119 two-fold balls and treble sceptres. An allusion to the union of the two islands of Great Britain and 110 120 Ireland, and the three kingdoms of England, Scotland, and Ireland, which took place under James I. (w) 125 121 blood-bolter'd, blood-clotted. sprites, i. e. spirits. Cf. III. v. 27, above, and 1. 153 below. (R) And shew the best of our delights. Our duties did his welcome pay. [Music. The Witches dance, and vanish. Macb. Where are they? Gone? Let this per nicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar! — Come in! without there! 130 Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride, And damn'd all those that trust them! - I did hear The galloping of horse: who was 't came by? Len. "Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word, Macduff is fled to England. Macb. Len. Ay, my good lord. Fled to England? 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 143 flighty, fleeting. (R) 140 His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls But no more sprites. - Where are these gentlemen? [Exeunt. SCENE II. Fife. A Room in MACDUFF's Castle. Enter Lady MACDUFF, her Son, and Rosse. Lady Macduff. What had he done to make him fly the land? Rosse. You must have patience, Madam. L. Macd. He had none : His flight was madness. When our actions do not, Rosse. You know not Whether it was his wisdom or his fear. L. Macd. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes, His mansion, and his titles, in a place From whence himself does fly? He loves us not: He wants the natural touch; for the poor wren, Her 150 10 in the person of som man that dyed evilly, are called Ghosts, when they terrifie men at other times Sprits," where the edition of 1685 has "when they otherwise affright folk, sights" (p. 326). 7 titles, possessions. (R) 9 natural touch, i. e. natural affection. (R) Rosse. My dearest coz, I pray you, school yourself: but, for your husband, The fits o' th' season. I dare not speak much farther: And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour and move. way Each you: Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward Blessing upon you! L. Macd. Father'd he is, and yet he 's fatherless. Rosse. I am so much a fool, should I stay longer, It would be my disgrace and your discomfort. I take my leave at once. L. Macd. [Exit RossE. 30 Sirrah, your father's dead: 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) 17 fits o' th' season, the uncertainties of the time. (R) 19 know ourselves, i. e. know it ourselves. hold rumour, receive a vague apprehension. (R) 22 and move, possibly we should read we move (Gollancz's suggestion). (R) 23 Shall not be long. Supply "I," or "It." (R) 36 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 ; And yet, i' faith, with wit enough for thee. Son. Was my father a traitor, mother? L. Macd. Ay, that he was. Son. What is a traitor ? L. Macd. Why, one that swears and lies. L. Macd. Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hang'd. Son. And must they all be hang'd that swear and lie? L. Macd. Every one. Son. Who must hang them? L. Macd. Why, the honest men. 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. I am not to you known, 50 60 |