Macb. Can fuch things be, And overcome us like a fummer's cloud, Without our special wonder? You make me ftrange When now I think you can behold fuch fights, Roffe. What fights, my lord? Lady. I pray you, fpeak not t; he grows worfe and worse? Queftion enrages him; at once, good night :- Len. Good night, and better health Lady. A kind good night to all! [Exeunt Lords. Mach. It will have blood; they fay, blood will have blood: Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; By magot pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth Lady. Did you fend to him, fir? Mach. I hear it by the way; but I will fend: There's not a one of them, but in his house I keep a fervant fee'd. I will to-morrow (And betimes I will), unto the weird fifters: More fhall they fpeak; for now I am bent to know, By the worst means, the worst; for mine own good, All caufes fhall give way; I am in blood Stept in fo far, that, fhould I wade no more, Returning Returning were as tedious as go o'er : Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; Which must be acted, ere they may be scann'd. Lady. You lack the feafon of all natures, fleep. Mach. Come we'll to fleep: My ftrange and felfIsthe initiate fear, that wants hard use: We are yet but young in deed. SCENE V. Thunder. [abufe [Exeunt. Enter the three Witches, meeting HECATE. 1Witch. Why,how now, Hecate? you look angerly. Hec. Have I not reafon, beldams, as you are, Saucy, and overbold? How did you dare To trade and traffic with Macbeth, In riddles and affairs of death: And I, the mistress of your charms, The clofe contriver of all harms, And, which is worfe, all you have done Spiteful, and wrathful; who, as others do, Meet me i' the morning: thither he There There hangs a vaporous drop profound; Is mortals' chiefest enemy. [Mufic and a Song. Hark, I am call'd; my little spirit see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and ftays for me. [Sing within. Come away, come away, &c, 1 Witch. Come, let's make hafte, fhe'll foon be [Exeunt. back again. SCENE VI. Enter LENOX, and another Lord." Len. My former fpeeches have but hit your thoughts, Which can interpret further: only, I fay, Things have been ftrangely born: The gracious Was pitied of Macbeth :-marry, he was dead :— That were the flaves of drink, and thralls of fleep? For For, 'twould have anger'd any heart alive, (As, an't please heaven, he shall not), they should find Macduff lives in difgrace: Sir, can you tell Lord. The fon of Duncan, From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, [gone Give to our tables meat, fleep to our nights; Len. Sent he to Macduff? Lord. He did and with an abfolute, Sir, not I, The cloudy meffenger turns me his back, And hums; as who fhould fay, You'll rue the time Thut clogs me with this answer. Len. And that well might Advife him to a caution, to hold what distance 1: E FU 50 Fly to the court of England, and unfold His meffage, ere he come; that a fwift blessing Lord. I'll fend my prayers with him. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. Thunder. Enter the three Witches. I Witch. THRICE the brinded cat hath mew'd. 2 Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whin'd. 3 Witch. Harper cries:-'tis time, 'tis time. I Witch. Round about the cauldron go; In the poifon'd entrails throw. Toad, that under the cold ftone, All. |