Who can impress the forest; bid the tree good! Rebellious head rise never, till the wood 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? I Witch. Show! 2 Witch. 3 Witch. Show! Show! [Hautboys. 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 eyeballs :-and thy eyes! What! will the line stretch out till the crack of doom? Another yet?—A seventh ?—I'll see no more:And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass Which shows me many more; and some I see, [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! Len. Enter LENOX. What's 's your grace's will? No, my lord. Macb. Saw you the weird sisters? Len. Macb. Came they not by you? No, indeed, my lord. 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. Fied to England? Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits : The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, The firstlings of my hand. And even now, 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 him in his line. No boasting like a fool; This deed I'll do before this purpose cool: But no more sights !-Where are these gentle men? Come, bring me where they are. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Fife. A Room in Macduff's Enter LADY MACDUFF, her Son, and Rosse. L. Macd. What had he done to make him fly 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 The most diminutive of birds, will fight, Rosse. My dearest coz, I pray you, school yourself. But, for your husband, He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows further: I dare not speak much But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour From 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 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. Sirrah, your father's dead; [Exit. 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'dst never fear the net, nor lime, The pitfall, 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, i' faith, With wit enough for thee. Son. Was my father a traitor, mother? 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 hanged. Son. And must they all be hanged 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 talkest! |