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Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until
That will never be; Who can impress the forest;? bid the tree Unfix his earth-bound root sweet bodements!
good! Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd Macbeth Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath 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. Macb. 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. i Witch. Show! 2 IVitch. Show! 3 Witch. Show!
All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like shadows, so depart.
Eight Kings appear, and pass over the Stage in
order; the last with a Glass in his Hand; BANQUO following: Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo;
down! Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls:-And thy
hair, Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first:A third is like the former:- Filthy hags!
? Who can impress the forest;] i. e. who can command the forest to serve him like a soldier impressed.
what noise-) Noise, in our ancient poets, is often literally synonymous for musick.
Why do you show me this!--A fourth-Start,
eyes! What! will the line stretch out to the crack of
i Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so:—But why
pay. Musick. 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!
Enter LENOX. Len.
your grace's will ? Macb. Saw
the weird sisters?
to the crack of doom?] i. e. the dissolution of nature. Crack has now a mean signification. It was anciently employed in a more exalted sense.
i That two-fold balls and treble scepters carry:] This was intended as a compliment to King James the First, who first united the two islands and the three kingdoms under one head; whose house too was said to be descended from Banquo.
2- the blood-bolter'd Banquo-) To bolter, in Warwickshire, signifies to daub, dirty, or begrime.
cheer we up his sprights,] i. e. spirits.
No, my lord.
No, indeed, my lord. .
word, Macduff is fled to England. Macb.
Fled to England? Len. Ay, my good lord.
Macb. Í'ime, 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’the sword His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls That trace his line. No boasting like a fool; This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool: But no more sights !-Where are these gentlemen? Come, bring me where they are. [Exeunt.
Fife. A Room in Macduff's Castle.
Enter Lady MacDUFF, her Son, and Rosse. L. Macd. What had he done, to make him fly
the land ? Rosse. You must have patience, madam.
* That trace his line.] i. e. follow, succeed in it.
He had none: His flight was madness: When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors. Rosse.
You know not,
My dearest coz',
ther: But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, And do not know ourselves:7 when we hold rumours Froin what we fear, yet know not what we fear; But float upon a wild and violent sea, Each way, and move.—I take my leave of you: Shall not be long but I'll be here again: Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward To what they were before.—My pretty cousin, Blessing upon you!
- natural touch:] Natural sensibility. He is not touched with natural affection. JOHNSON.
6 The fits o'the season.] What is most fitting to be done in every conjuncture.
when we are traitors, And do not know ourselves ;] When we are considered by the state as traitors, while at the same time we are unconscious of guilt; when we appear to others so different from what we really are, that we secm not to know ourselves.
when we hold rumour --] i, e, believe rumour.
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.
[Exit Rosse. L. Macd. Sirrab, your father's dead; And what will you do now? How will
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’dst 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. 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. Son. Then you'll buy ’em to sell again. L. Macd. Thou speak’st with all thy wit; and yet
Son. Was my father a traitor, mother?
L. Macd. Every one that does so, is a traitor, and must be hanged.
Son. And must they all be hanged, that swear and lie?
L. Macd. Every one.