Billeder på siden


Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,
For a charın of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

All. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.

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

All. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.

2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good.

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

Black spirits and white,

Red spirits and grey;
Mingle, mingle, mingle,

You that mingle may.
2 Witch. By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes :-
Open, locks, whoever knocks.

Enter MACBETA. Macb. How now, you secret, black, and midnight

hags? What is't you do? All.

A deed without a name. Macb. 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 yesly waves Confound and swallow navigation up; Though bladed corn be lodg'd, 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 germins tumble all together, Even till destruction sicken, answer me To what I ask you.

1 Witch. Speak. 2 Witch.

Demand. 3 Witch.

We'll answer. 1 Witch. Say, if thou’dst rather hear it from our

Or from our masters'?

Call them, let me see them.
1 Witch. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten
Her nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten
From the murderer's gibhet, throw
Into the flame.

Come, high, or low;
Thyself, and office, deftly show.

Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head rises. Macb. Tell me, thou unknown power,1 Witch.

He knows thy thought; Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

App. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff! Beware the thane of Fife.--Dismiss me :-Enough.

[Descends. Macb. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks; Thou hast harp'd my fear aright:-Butone word more:1 Witch. He will not be commanded : Here's another, More potent than the first.

Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises. App.

Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Macb. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee. App.

Be bloody, bold, And resolute : laugh to scorn the power of inan, For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.

[Descends. Macb. Then live, Macduff; What need I fear of

But yet I'll make assurance double sare,
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.- What is this,
Thunder. An Apparition of a Child crowned, with a

Tree in his Hand, rises.
That rises like the issue of a king;
And wears upon his baby brow the round
And top of sovereignty.?

Listen, but speak not.
App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are :
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
Shall come against him.

[Descends. Macb.

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,

[ocr errors]

And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know :--
Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this?

[Hautboys. 1 Witch. Show! 2 Witch. 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

Mach. 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!
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:-
And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass,
Which shows me many more; and some i see,
That two-fold balls and treble sceptres carry:
Horrible sight!-Ay, vow, I see, 'tis true;
For the blood-bolterd Banquo smiles upon me,
And points at them for his.-What, is this so?

1 Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so :—But why
Stauds Macbeth thus amazedly?-
Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprights,
And show the best of our delights ;
I'll charm the air to give a sound,
While you perform your antique round:
That this great king may kindly say,
Our duties did his welcome pay.

[Music. The Witches dance, and vanish. Macb. Where are they? Gone?-Let this pernicious

hour Stand aye accorsed in the calendar! Come in without there!

Enter LENOX. Len.

What's your grace's will? Macb. Saw you the weird sisters ?

No, my lord.


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.

Fled to England?
Len. Ay, my good lord.
Macb. Time, thou anticipat’st my dread exploits :
The flighty

go with it: From this inoment,
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.


Unless the depose never is o’ertook,

SCENE II. 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. L. Macd.

He had none : His flight was madness: When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors. Rosse.

You know not,
Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear.

L. Macd. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave
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,
The most diminutive of birds, will fight,
Her young ones in her nest, against the owl,
All is the fear, and nothing is the love;

« ForrigeFortsæt »