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THIRD APPARITION, a Child crowned, with a Tree in
his Hand, rises.
All. Listen, but speak not to't.
App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care
All. Seek to know no more.
Macb. I will be satisfy’d: deny me this, And an eternal curse fall on you !
[Thunder.--The Cauldron sinks. Let me know, Why sinks that cauldron?
[A Groan. And what noise is this?
1 Witch. Show! 2 Witch. Show! 3 Witch. Show !
All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like shadows, so depart.
[Apparitions of Eight Kings, the last with a
Glass in his Hand; and BANQUO, pass
Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo;
Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls:---And thy air,
Enter BANQUO.—The Witches vanish. Horrible sight !- Now, I
see, For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, And points at them for his.-What? is this so?-Where are they? Gone ?-Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar!Come in, without there!
Sey. What's your grace's will?
Macb. Infected be the air whereon they ride;
Macb.. Fled to England ?
Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits :
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 him in his line. No boasting like a fool; This deed I'll do, before this purpose cool.Where are these gentlemen?
The Country,—in Englund.
Enter Malcolm and MACDUFF. Mal. Let us seek out some desolate shade and there Weep our sad bosoms empty.
Macd. Let us rather Hold fast the mortal sword; and, like good men, Bestride our down-fall’n birthdom : Each new morn, New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows Strike Heaven on the face, that it resounds As if it felt with Scotland, and yell’d out Like syllables of dolour. Mai. What you have spoke, it may be so, per
chance. This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, Was once thought honest: you have lov'd him well; He hath not touch'd you yet.
Macd. I am not treacherous.
Mal. But Macbeth is.
Macd. I have lost my hopes.
Why in that rawness left you wife, and child,
Macd. Bleed, bleed, poor country!
Mal. Be not offended:
ever, By him that shall succeed. Macd. What should he be ?
Mal. It is myself I mean: in whom I know
Macd. Not in the legions
Mal. I grant him bloody,
Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful;
Macd. Oh Scotland! Scotland !
Macd. Fit to govern!
Mal. Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, hath from my soul Wip'd the black scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth, By many of these trains, hath sought to win me Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me From over credulous haste: But Heaven above Deal between thee and me! for even now I put myself to thy direction, and Unspeak mine own detraction; here abjure The taints and blames I laid upon myself, For strangers to my nature. What I am truly, Is thine, and my poor country's, to command : Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach, Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men,