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life in me, would preferment drop on my head. I brought the old man and his fon aboard the prince; told him, I heard them talk of a farthel, and I know not what: but he at that time, overfond of the shepherd's daughter, (fo he then took her to be) who began to be much fea-fick, and himself little better, extremity of weather continuing, this mystery remained undifcovered. 'tis all one to me; for had I been the finder-out of this fecret, it would not have relifh'd among my other difcredits.

Enter Shepherd and Clown,

But

Here come thofe I have done good to against my will, and already appearing in the bloffoms of their fortune.

I did not well, I meant well: All my services
You have paid nome: but that you have vouchtaf'd,
With your crown'd brother, and these your con-
tracted

Heirs of your kingdoms, my poor house to vifit;
It is a furplus of your grace, which never
My life may left to answer.

Shep. Come, boy; I am past more children; but thy fous and daughters will be all gentlemen born. Cls. You are well met, fir; You denied to fight Leo. O Paulina,

with me this other day, because I was no gentle-We honour you with trouble: But we came man born: See you thefe clothes? fay, you fee To fee the ftatue of our queen: your gallery them not, and think me ftill no gentleman born: Have we pats'd through, not without much content you were best say, these robes are not gentlemen In many fingularities; but we faw not born. Give me the lie; do; and try whether I That which my daughter came to look upon, am not now a gentleman born. The ftatue of her mother.

Aut. I know, you are now, fir, a gentleman born.

Cl. Ay, and have been fo any time thefe four

hours.

Shep. And fo have 1, boy.

Clo. So you have:-but I was a gentleman born before my father: for the king's fon took me by the hand, and call'd me brother; and then the two kings call'd my father, brother; and then the prince, my brother, and the princefs, my fifter, call'd my father, father; and fo we wept: and there was the firft gentleman-like tears that ever we shed.

Shep. We may live, fon, to fhed many more. Clo. Ay; or elie 'twere hard luck, being in fo prepofterous eftate as we are.

Aut. I humbly beseech you, sir, to pardon me all the faults I have committed to your worthip, and to give me your good report to the prince my mafter. Shep. 'Pr'ythee, fon, do; for we must be gentle, now we are gentlemen.

Clo. Thou wilt amend thy life?

dat. Ay, an it like your good worship.

Clo. Give me thy hand: I will fwear to the prince, thou art as honeft a true fellow as any is in Bohemia.

Sep. You may fay it, but not fwear it.
Cl. Not wear it, now I am a gentleman?
boors and franklins fay it, I'll fwear it.
Shep. How if it be false, fon?

Paul. As the liv'd peerless,

So her dead likeneis, I do well believe,
Excels whatever yet you look'd upon,
Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it
Lonely, apart: But here it is; prepare
To fes the life as lively mock', as ever [well.
Still fleep mock'd death: behold; and fay, 'tis
[Paulina undraws a curtain, and difcovers a statue.
I like your filence, it the more fhews off
Your wonder: But yet speak ;-firit, you, my liege,
Comes it not fomething near?

leo. Her natural posture!-
Chide me, dear ftone; that I may fay, indeed,
Thou art Hermione: or, rather, thou art the,
In thy not chiding; for the was as tender,
As infancy, and grace.-But yet, Paulina,
Hermione was not fo much wrinkled; nothing
So aged, as this feems.

Pol, Oh, not by much.

Paul. So much the more our carver's excellence;
Which let's go by fome fixteen years, and makes her
As the liv'd now.

Leo. As now the might have done,
So much to my good comfort, as it is
Now piercing to my foul. Oh, thus fhe stood,
Even with foch life of majesty, (warm life,

As now it coldly ftands) when firft I woo'd her!
Let I am asham'd : Does not the ftone rebuke me,

For being more ftone than it ?-Oh, royal piece,
There's magick in thy majcity; which has
(My evils conjur'd to remembrance; and
From thy admiring daughter took the spirits,
Standing like ftone with thee!

Per. And give me leave;
And do not fay, 'tis fuperftition, that

Clo. If it be ne'er fo falfe, a true gentleman may fwear it, in the behalf of his friend :-And I'll fwear to the prince, thou art a tall 2 fellow of thy hands, and that thou wilt not be drunk; but I know, fhou art no tall fellow of thy hands, and that thou wilt be drunk; but I'll fwear it: and I would, ou would'st be a tall fellow of thy hands. Aut. I will prove fo, fir, to my power. Cic. Ay, by any means prove a tall fellow; if I do not wonder, how thou dar'ft venture to be drunk, not being a tall fellow, truft me not.-Not dry.

I kneel, and then implore her bleffing.-Lady,
Dear queen, that ended when I but began,
Give me that hand of yours, to kifs.

Paul. Oh, patience 3 ;

The ftatue is but newly fix'd, the colour's

Franklin is a freeholder, or yeoman, a man above a villain, but not a gentleman. 2 i.. tout.

3 i. e. stay a while, be not fo eager.

Cam.

Cam. My lord, your forrow was too fore laid on ; I'll fill your grave up: ftir; nay, come away; Which fixteen winters cannot blow away;

So many fummers, dry: fcarce any joy Did ever fo long live; no forrow,

But kill'd itself much fooner.

Pol. Dear my brother,

Bequeath to death your numbness, for from him
Dear life redeems you.-You perceive, the ftirs
[Hermione comes down.

Start not; her actions fhall be holy, as,
You hear, my fpell is lawful: do not thun her,
Until you fee her die again; for then

You kill her double: Nay, prefent your hand :
When the was young, you woo'd her; now, in age,
Is the become the fuitor.

Cam. She hangs about his neck; If the pertain to life, let her fpeak too. Poi. Ay, and make't manifeft where the has liv'd,

Paul. That he is living,

Would I were dead, but that, methinks, already-Or how ftol'n from the dead?
What was he, that did make it ?-See, my lord,
Would you not deem, it breath'd? and that thofe
Did verily bear blood ?

Pol. Mafterly done:

[veins

The very life feems warm upon her lip.
Leo. The fixure of her eye has motion in't,
As we are mock'd with art.

Paul. I'll draw the curtain ;

My lord's almost fo far tranfported, that
He'll think anon, it lives.

Leo. O fweet Paulina,

Make me to think fo twenty years together;
No fettled fenfes of the world can match

The pleafure of that madness. Let 't alone. [but
Paul. I am forry, fir, I have thus far stirr'd you
I could afflict you further.

Leo. Do, Paulina ;

For this affliction has a taste as sweet
As any cordial comfort.-Still, methinks,
There is an air comes from her: What fine chizzel
Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock me,
For I will kifs her.

Paul. Good my lord, forbear:
The ruddinefs upon her lip is wet;
You'll mar it, if you kifs it; ftain your own
With oily painting: Shall I draw the curtain ?
Leo. No, not there twenty years.
Per. So long could I
Stand by, a looker on.

Were it but told you, should be hooted at
Like an old tale; but it appears, the lives,
Though yet fhe speak not. Mark a little while.
Pleafe you to interpofe, fair madam; kneel,
And pray your mother's blefling.-Turn, good lady;
Our Perdita is found.

[Prefenting Perdita, zuho kneels to Hermione. Her. You gods, look down,

And from your facred vials pour your graces
Upon my daughter's head -Tell me, mine own,
Where haft thou been preferv'd? where liv'd ?

how found

Thy father's court? for thou shalt hear, that 1,—
:Knowing by Paulina, that the oracle
Gave hope thou waft in being,-have preferv'd
Myfelf, to fee the iffue.

Paul. There's time enough for that;
Left they defire, upon this push, to trouble
Your joys with like relation.-Go together,
You precious winners all; your exultation
Partake to every one: I, an old turtle,

Will wing me to fome wither'd bough; and there
My mate, that's never to be found again,
Lament 'till I am loft.

Leo. O peace, Paulina ;

Thou fhould ft a husband take by my confent,
As I by thine, a wife: this is a match,

And made between's by vows. Thou haft found mine;

But how, is to be question'd: for I faw her,
As I thought, dead; and have, in vain, faid many
A prayer upon her grave: I'll not feek far
(For him, I partly know his mind) to find thee
An honourable husband :-Come, Camillo,
And take her by the hand; whofe worth, and ho-
Is richly noted; and here justify'd [netty,

By us, a pair of kings.-Let's from this place.-
What?-Look upon my brother?-both your

pardons,

That e'er I put between your holy looks
My ill fufpicion.—This your fon-in-law,
And fon unto the king; who, heavens directing,
Is troth-plight to your daughter.-Good Paulina,
Lead us from hence; where we may leisurely
Each one demand, and anfwer to his part
Perform'd in this wide gap of time, fince first
We were diffever'd: Haftily lead way.

[Exeunt omnes. MACBETH,

ANGUS,

CATHNESS,

FLEANCE, Son to Banquo.

SIWARD, General of the English forces.
Young SIWARD, his fon.

SEYTON, an Officer attending on Macbeth.
Son to Macduff.

An English Doctor.

A Scotch Doctor. A Captain. A Porter. An old

Man.

Lady MACBETH.

Lady MACDUFF.

Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth.
HECATE, and three Witches.

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, and Messengers.

The Ghoft of Banquo, and feveral other Apparitions.

SCENE, in the end of the fourth Act, lies in England; through the reft of the play, in Scotland; and, chiefly, at Macbeth's Caftic.

Twitch.

ACTI.

SCENE I

Thunder and Lightning.
Enter three Witches.

HEN fhall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
2 Witch. When the hurly-burly's done,
When the battle's loft and won:

3 Witch. That will be ere th' fet of fun.
1 Witch. Where the place?

2 Witch. Upon the heath:

3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth. 1 Witch. I come, Gray-malkin! All. Paddock calls:Anon Fair is foul, and foul is fair 2: Hover through the fog and filthy air.

SCEN E II.

'Gainft my captivity: Hail, brave friend!
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil,
As thou didit leave it.

Cap. Doubtful it itood;

As two fpent fwimmers, that do cling together,
And choak their art. The mercilefs Macdonel
(Worthy to be a rebel; for, to that,

The multiplying villanies of nature
Do fwarm upon him) from the western ifles
Of Kernes and Gallow-glaffes is fupply'd;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel fmiling,
Shew'd like a rebel's whore: But all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that name)
Difdaining fortune, with his brandifh'd steel,
Which fmoak'd with bloody execution,

Like valour's minion, carved out his paffage,
Till he fac'd the flave:

And ne'er fhook hands, nor bade farewel to him, Alarum within. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Do-Till he unfeam'd him from the nave 3 to the chops, nalbain, Lenox, with Attendants, meeting a bleed-And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

ing Captain.

King. Oh, valiant coufin! worthy gentleman! Cap. As whence the fun 'gins his reflexion 4, Shipwrecking ftorms and direful thunders break; So from that fpring, whence comfort feem'd to come, Difcomfort fwells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: No fooner juftice had, with valour arm'd,

I Mr. Upton obferves, that to understand this passage, we should suppose one familiar calling with the voice of a cat, and another with the croaking of a toad. 2 i. e. we make these sudden changes of the weather. 3 Warburton thinks we should read, from the nape to the chops; i. e. cut his skull 4 i. e. the east.

in two.

Compell'd

But I am faint, my gafhes cry for help.

King. So well thy words become thee,

wounds!

as thy I will drain him dry as hay:
[geons. Sleep fhall, neither night nor day,

They fmack of honour both:---Go, get him fur-Hang upon his pent-house lid;

Who comes here?

Enter Roffe.

Mal. The worthy thane of Roffe.

He fhall live a man forbid 9:
Weary feven-nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:

Les. What a hafte looks through his eyes! So Though his bark cannot be loft,

fhould he look,

That feems to fpeak things ftrange.

Roe. God fave the king!

King. Whence cam'it thou, worthy thane ?
Roffe. From Fife, great king,

Where the Norweyan banners flout 2 the sky,
And fan our people cold.

Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
Affifted by that most difloyal traitor

The thane of Cawdor, began a difmal conflict:
'Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapt in proof,
Confronted him with felf-comparisons 3,
Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm,
Curbing his lavish fpirit: And to conclude,
The victory fell on us ;-

King. Great happiness!
Roffe. That now

All. The weird fifters 10, hand in hand,
Pofters of the fea and land,

Thus do go about, about;

Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again, to make up nine:
Peace! the charm's wound up.

Enter Macbeth and Banquo.

[thefe,

Mac. So foul and fair a day I have not feen..
Ban. How far is 't call'd to Fores?-What are
So wither'd, and fo wild in their attire;
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on 't?-Live you? or are you aught
That man may queftion ? You feem to understand
By each at once her choppy finger laying [mc,
Upon her fkinny lips :-You should be women,
And yet your beards 12 forbid me to interpret
That you are so.

Macb. Speak, if you can ;-What are you?
I Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane
of Glamis !
[of Cawdor!

2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane
3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that fhalt be king
hereafter.

[fear

Ban. Good fir, why do you start; and feem to

■ Memorize, for make memorable. 2 To flout is to mock or infult. 3 i. e. gave him as good as he brought, fhew'd he was his equal. 4 Colme's inch, now called Inchcomb, a fmall ifland lying in the Firth of Edinburgh, with an abbey upon it, dedicated to St. Columb; called by Camden Isch Colm, or the Ile of Columba. 5 Areint, or avaunt, be gone. 6 The weird fifter heie alludes to the poverty of the woman who had called her witch, as not being able to procure better provision than Tumps and other offals. 7 i. e. fcabby or mangy woman; from rogueux, royne, fcurf. 8 i. e. the true exact points. 9 i. e. as one under a eurfe, an interdiction. 10 Weird is derived from an Anglo-Saxon word fignifying a prophecy. The weird fifters here mean the Fates or Defines of the 11i, c. may hold converfe with." 12 Witches were fuppofed always to have

northern nations.

hair on their chins.

Things that do found fo fair?-I'the name of truth, Only to herald thee into his fight,

you.

Not pay thee.

Roffe. And, for an earnest of a greater honour,
He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:
In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!
For it is thine.

Ban. What, can the devil fpeak true? [drefs me
Mach. The thane of Cawdor lives; Why do you
In borrow'd robes ?

Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet;
But under heavy judgment bears that life,
Which he deferves to lofe. Whether he was
Combin'd with Norway; or did line the rebel
With hidden help and vantage; or that with both
He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not;
But treafons capital, confefs'd, and prov'd,
Have overthrown him,

Macb. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor:
The greatett is behind.-Thanks for your pains.--
Do you not hope your children fhall be kings,
When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me,
Promis'd no lefs to them?

Ban. That, trusted home 6,
Might yet enkindle 7 you unto the crown,
Befides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis ftrange:
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence
You owe this ftrange intelligence? or why
Upon this blaited heath you itop our way
With fuch prophetick greeting?-Speak, I charge The inftruments of darknefs tell us truths;
[Witches vanish. Win us with honeft trifies, to betray us [you.
Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,In decpeft confequence.-Coufins, a word, I pray
And thefe are of them :-Whither are they va Mach. Two truths are told,
[melted As happy prologues to the fwelling act
Macb. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal, Of the imperial theme.—I thank you, gentlemen.—
As breath into the wind.-'Would they had itaid! This fupernatural foliciting *

nifh'd?

Bun. Were fuch things here, as we do fpeak Cannot be ill; cannot be good:-If ill,

Or have we eaten of the infane root 4,

That takes the reafon prifoner?

Macb. Your children fhall be kings.
Bun. You shall be king.

[about? Why hath it given me earnett of fuccefs,
Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor:
If good, why do I yield to that fuggeftion
Whole horrid image doth unfix my hair,
And make my feated heart knock at my ribs,
Againit the ufe of nature? Prefent fears
Are lefs than horrible imaginings:

[fo

Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not
Ban. To the felf-iame tune, and words. Who's

here?

Enter Roffe and Angus.
Rafe. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth,
The news of thy fuccefs: and when he reads
Thy perional venture in the rebel's fight,
His wonders and his praites do contend,
Which should be thine, or his : Silenc'd with that,
In viewing o'er the rest o' the felf-fame day,
He finds thee in the ftout Norweyan ranks,
Nothing afraid of what thyfelf didst make,
Strange images of death. As thick as tale,
Came poft with poft 5; and every one did bear
Thy praifes in his kingdom's great defence,
A pour'd them down before him.

4. We are fent,

To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;

My thought, whofe murder yet is but fantaftical,
Shakes to my single state of man, that function
Is fmother'd in furmife9; and nothing is,
But what is not,

Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt.
Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance
Without my ftir.
[may crown me,
Ban. New honours, come upon him [mould,
Like our ftrange garments, cleave not to their
But with the aid of ufe.

Macb. Come what come may,

Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we ftay upon your
[was wrought 10
Mach. Give me your favour :---my dull brain

leifure.

I i. e. creatures of fantafy or imagination. 2 Having, we have before obferved, is eftate, pofLeon, fortune. 3 The father of Macbeth. 4 Shakipcare here alludes to the qualities anciently afcribed to hemlock. 5 That is, pofts arrived as faft as they could be counted. • i. e. carried as far as it will go. 7 Enkindle, for to flimulate you to feck. 8 Warburton thinks foliciting 18 here put for information; while Johnfon rather thinks it means incitement. 9 Meaning, Of things now about me I have no perception, being intent wholly on that which has yet no existence." 11. c. was worked, agitated.

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