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The Tragedie of Macbeth. And I the Mistris of your Charmes, The close contriuer of all harmes,
[1360]
Was neuer call'd to beare my part, Or shew the glory of our Art? And which is worse, all you haue done Hath bene but for a wayward Sonne, Spightfull, and wrathfull, who (as others do)
[1365]
Loues for his owne ends, not for you. But make amends now: Get you gon, And at the pit of Acheron Meete me i'th'Morning: thither he Will come, to know his Destinie.
[1370]
Your Vessels, and your Spels prouide, Your Charmes, and euery thing beside; I am for th'Ayre: This night Ile spend Vnto a dismall, and a Fatall end. Great businesse must be wrought ere Noone.
[1375]
Vpon the Corner of the Moone There hangs a vap'rous drop, profound, Ile catch it ere it come to ground; And that distill'd by Magicke slights, Shall raise such Artificiall Sprights,
[1380]
As by the strength of their illusion, Shall draw him on to his Confusion. He shall spurne Fate, scorne Death, and beare His hopes 'boue Wisedome, Grace, and Feare: And you all know, Security
[1385]
Is Mortals cheefest Enemie. Musicke, and a Song. Hearke, I am call'd: my little Spirit see Sits in Foggy cloud, and stayes for me.
Sing within. Come away, come away, &c. 1 Come, let's make hast, shee'l soone be Backe againe. Exeunt.
Scæna Sexta. [Act 3, Scene 6] Enter Lenox, and another Lord. Lenox.
[1390]
My former Speeches, Haue but hit your Thoughts Which can interpret farther: Onely I say Things haue bin strangely borne. The gracious Duncan Was pittied of Macbeth: marry he was dead:
[1395]
And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late, Whom you may say (if't please you) Fleans kill'd, For Fleans fled: Men must not walke too late. Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous It was for Malcolme, and for Donalbane
[1400]
To kill their gracious Father? Damned Fact, How it did greeue Macbeth? Did he not straight In pious rage, the two delinquents teare, That were the Slaues of drinke, and thralles of sleepe? Was not that Nobly done? I, and wisely too:
[1405]
For 'twould haue anger'd any heart aliue To heare the men deny't. So that I say, He ha's borne all things well, and I do thinke, That had he Duncans Sonnes vnder his Key, (As, and't please Heauen he shall not) they should finde
[1410]
What 'twere to kill a Father: So should Fleans. But peace; for from broad words, and cause he fayl'd His presence at the Tyrants Feast, I heare Macduffe liues in disgrace. Sir, can you tell

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Where he bestowes himselfe? Lord.
[1415]
The Sonnes of Duncane (From whom this Tyrant holds the due of Birth) Liues in the English Court, and is receyu'd Of the most Pious Edward, with such grace, That the maleuolence of Fortune, nothing
[1420]
Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduffe Is gone, to pray the Holy King, vpon his ayd To wake Northumberland, and warlike Seyward, That by the helpe of these (with him aboue) To ratifie the Worke) we may againe
[1425]
Giue to our Tables meate, sleepe to our Nights: Free from our Feasts, and Banquets bloody kniues; Do faithfull Homage, and receiue free Honors, All which we pine for now. And this report Hath so exasperate their King, that hee
[1430]
Prepares for some attempt of Warre.
Len. Sent he to Macduffe? Lord. He did: and with an absolute Sir, not I The clowdy Messenger turnes me his backe, And hums; as who should say, you'l rue the time
[1435]
That clogges me with this Answer.
Lenox. And that well might Aduise him to a Caution, t hold what distance His wisedome can prouide. Some holy Angell Flye to the Court of England, and vnfold
[1440]
His Message ere he come, that a swift blessing May soone returne to this our suffering Country, Vnder a hand accurs'd.
Lord. Ile send my Prayers with him. Exeunt
Actus Quartus. Scena Prima. [Act 4, Scene 1] Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 1 Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd. 2
[1445]
Thrice, and once the Hedge‑Pigge whin'd.
3 Harpier cries, 'tis time, 'tis time. 1 Round about the Caldron go: In the poysond Entrailes throw Toad, that vnder cold stone,
[1450]
Dayes and Nights, ha's thirty one: Sweltred Venom sleeping got, Boyle thou first i'th'charmed pot.
All. Double, double, toile and trouble; Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble. 2
[1455]
Fillet of a Fenny Snake, In the Cauldron boyle and bake: Eye of Newt, and Toe of Frogge, Wooll of Bat, and Tongue of Dogge: Adders Forke, and Blinde‑wormes Sting,
[1460]
Lizards legge, and Howlets wing: For a Charme of powrefull trouble, Like a Hell‑broth, boyle and bubble.
All. Double, double, toyle and trouble, Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble. 3
[1465]
Scale of Dragon, Tooth of Wolfe, Witches Mummey, Maw, and Gulfe Of the rauin'd salt Sea sharke: Roote of Hemlocke, digg'd i'th'darke: Liuer of Blaspheming Iew,
[1470]
Gall of Goate, and Slippes of Yew, Sliuer'd in the Moones Ecclipse: Nose

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Actus Quartus. Scena Prima. [Act 4, Scene 1] Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 1 Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd. 2
[1445]
Thrice, and once the Hedge‑Pigge whin'd.
3 Harpier cries, 'tis time, 'tis time. 1 Round about the Caldron go: In the poysond Entrailes throw Toad, that vnder cold stone,
[1450]
Dayes and Nights, ha's thirty one: Sweltred Venom sleeping got, Boyle thou first i'th'charmed pot.
All. Double, double, toile and trouble; Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble. 2
[1455]
Fillet of a Fenny Snake, In the Cauldron boyle and bake: Eye of Newt, and Toe of Frogge, Wooll of Bat, and Tongue of Dogge: Adders Forke, and Blinde‑wormes Sting,
[1460]
Lizards legge, and Howlets wing: For a Charme of powrefull trouble, Like a Hell‑broth, boyle and bubble.
All. Double, double, toyle and trouble, Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble. 3
[1465]
Scale of Dragon, Tooth of Wolfe, Witches Mummey, Maw, and Gulfe Of the rauin'd salt Sea sharke: Roote of Hemlocke, digg'd i'th'darke: Liuer of Blaspheming Iew,
[1470]
Gall of Goate, and Slippes of Yew, Sliuer'd in the Moones Ecclipse: Nose of Turke, and Tartars lips: Finger of Birth‑strangled Babe, Ditch‑deliuer'd by a Drab,
[1475]
Make the Grewell thicke, and slab. Adde thereto a Tigers Chawdron, For th'Ingredience of our Cawdron.
All. Double, double, toyle and trouble, Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble. 2
[1480]
Coole it with a Baboones blood, Then the Charme is firme and good.
Enter Hecat, and the other three Witches. Hec. O well done: I commend your paines, And euery one shall share i'th'gaines: And now about the Cauldron sing
[1485]
Like Elues and Fairies in a Ring, Inchanting all that you put in.
Musicke and a Song. Blacke Spirits, &c. 2 By the pricking of my Thumbes, Something wicked this way comes: Open Lockes, who euer knockes. Enter Macbeth. Macb.
[1490]
How now you secret, black, & midnight Hags? What is't you do?
All. A deed without a name. Macb. I coniure you, by that which you Professe, (How ere you come to know it) answer me:
[1495]
Though you vntye the Windes, and let them fight Against the Churches: Though the yesty Waues Confound and swallow Nauigation vp: Though bladed Corne be lodg'd, & Trees blown downe, Though Castles topple on their Warders heads:
[1500]
Though Pallaces, and Pyramids do slope Their heads to their Foundations: Though the treasure Of Natures Germaine, tumble altogether, Euen till destruction sicken: Answer me To what I aske you.
1
[1505]
Speake.
2 Demand. 3 Wee'l answer. 1 Say, if th'hadst rather heare it from our mouthes, Or from our Masters. Macb.
[1510]
Call 'em: let me see 'em.
1 Powre in Sowes blood, that hath eaten Her nine Farrow: Greaze that's sweaten From the Murderers Gibbet, throw Into the Flame. All.
[1515]
Come high or low: Thy Selfe and Office deaftly show.
Thunder. 1. Apparation, an Armed Head. Macb. Tell me, thou vnknowne power. 1 He knowes thy thought: Heare his speech, but say thou nought. 1 Appar.
[1520]
Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth: Beware Macduffe, Beware the Thane of Fife: dismisse me. Enough.
He Descends. Macb. What ere thou art, for thy good caution, thanks Thou hast harp'd my feare aright. But one word more. 1
[1525]
He will not be commanded: heere's another More potent then the first.
Thunder. 2 Apparition, a Bloody Childe. 2 Appar. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth. Macb. Had I three eares, Il'd heare thee. 2 Appar. Be bloody, bold, & resolute:
[1530]
Laugh to scorne The powre of man: For none of woman borne Shall harme Macbeth.
Descends. Mac. Then liue Macduffe: what need I feare of thee? But yet Ile make assurance: double sure,
[1535]
And take a Bond of Fate: thou shalt not liue, That I may tell pale‑hearted Feare, it lies; And sleepe in spight of Thunder. Thunder 3 Apparation, a Childe Crowned, with a Tree in his hand. What is this, that rises like the issue of a King, And weares vpon his Baby‑brow, the round
[1540]
And top of Soueraignty?
All. Listen, but speake not too't. 3 Appar. Be Lyon metled, proud, and take no care: Who chafes, who frets, or where Conspirers are: Macbeth shall neuer vanquish'd be, vntill
[1545]
Great Byrnam Wood, to high Dunsmane Hill Shall come against him.
Descend. Macb. That will neuer bee: Who can impresse the Forrest, bid the Tree Vnfixe his earth‑bound Root? Sweet boadments, good:
[1550]
Rebellious dead, rise neuer till the Wood Of Byrnan rise, and our high plac'd Macbeth Shall liue the Lease of Nature, pay his breath To time, and mortall Custome. Yet my Hart Throbs to know one thing: Tell me, if your Art
[1555]
Can tell so much: Shall Banquo's issue euer Reigne in this Kingdome?
All. Seeke to know no more. Macb. I will be satisfied. Deny me this, And an eternall Curse fall on you: Let me know.
[1560]
Why sinkes that Caldron? & what noise is this?
Hoboyes 1 Shew. 2 Shew. 3 Shew. All. Shew his Eyes, and greeue his Hart,
[1565]
Come like shadowes, so depart. A shew of eight Kings, and Banquo last, with a glasse in his hand.
Macb. Thou art too like the Spirit of Banquo: Down: Thy Crowne do's seare mine Eye‑bals. And thy haire Thou other Gold‑bound‑brow, is like the first: A third, is like the former. Filthy Hagges,
[1570]
Why do you shew me this?⸺A fourth? Start eyes! What will the Line stretch out to'th'cracke of Doome? Another yet? A seauenth? Ile see no more: And yet the eighth appeares, who beares a glasse, Which shewes me many more: and some I see,
[1575]
That two‑fold Balles, and trebble Scepters carry. Horrible sight: Now I see 'tis true, For the Blood‑bolter'd Banquo smiles vpon me, And points at them for his. What? is this so?
1 I Sir, all this is so. But why
[1580]
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly? Come Sisters, cheere we vp his sprights, And shew the best of our delights. Ile Charme the Ayre to giue a sound, While you performe your Antique round:
[1585]
That this great King may kindly say, Our duties, did his welcome pay.
Musicke. The Witches Dance, and vanish. Macb. Where are they? Gone? Let this pernitious houre, Stand aye accursed in the Kalender.
[1590]
Come in, without there.
Enter Lenox. Lenox. What's your Graces will. Macb. Saw you the Weyard Sisters? Lenox. No my Lord. Macb. Came they not by you? Lenox.
[1595]
No indeed my Lord.
Macb. Infected be the Ayre whereon they ride, And damn'd all those that trust them. I did heare The gallopping of Horse. Who was't came by? Len. 'Tis two or three my Lord, that bring you word:
[1600]
Macduff is fled to England.
Macb. Fled to England? Len. I, my good Lord. Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits: The flighty purpose neuer is o're‑tooke
[1605]
Vnlesse the deed go with it. From this moment, The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And euen now To Crown my thoughts with Acts: be it thoght & done: The Castle of Macduff, I will surprize,
[1610]
Seize vpon Fife; giue to th'edge o'th'Sword His Wife, his Babes, and all vnfortunate Soules That trace him in his Line. No boasting like a Foole, This deed Ile do, before this purpose coole, But no more sights. Where are these Gentlemen?
[1615]
Come bring me where they are.
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      <l n="1447">Round about the Caldron go:</l>
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      <l n="1467">Of the rauin'd salt Sea sharke:</l>
      <l n="1468">Roote of Hemlocke, digg'd i'th'darke:</l>
      <l n="1469">Liuer of Blaspheming Iew,</l>
      <l n="1470">Gall of Goate, and Slippes of Yew,</l>
      <l n="1471">Sliuer'd in the Moones Ecclipse:</l>
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      <l n="1472">Nose of Turke, and Tartars lips:</l>
      <l n="1473">Finger of Birth‑strangled Babe,</l>
      <l n="1474">Ditch‑deliuer'd by a Drab,</l>
      <l n="1475">Make the Grewell thicke, and slab.</l>
      <l n="1476">Adde thereto a Tigers Chawdron,</l>
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      <l n="1478">Double, double, toyle and trouble,</l>
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      <l n="1480">Coole it with a Baboones blood,</l>
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   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Hecat, and the other three Witches.</stage>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Hec.</speaker>
      <l n="1482">O well done: I commend your paines,</l>
      <l n="1483">And euery one shall share i'th'gaines:</l>
      <l n="1484">And now about the Cauldron sing</l>
      <l n="1485">Like Elues and Fairies in a Ring,</l>
      <l n="1486">Inchanting all that you put in.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Musicke and a Song. Blacke Spirits, &amp;c.</stage>
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      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="1487">By the pricking of my Thumbes,</l>
      <l n="1488">Something wicked this way comes:</l>
      <l n="1489">Open Lockes, who euer knockes.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Macbeth.</stage>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="1490">How now you secret, black, &amp; midnight Hags?</l>
      <l n="1491">What is't you do?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-mac-all">
      <speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
      <l n="1492">A deed without a name.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="1493">I coniure you, by that which you Professe,</l>
      <l n="1494">(How ere you come to know it) answer me:</l>
      <l n="1495">Though you vntye the Windes, and let them fight</l>
      <l n="1496">Against the Churches: Though the yesty Waues</l>
      <l n="1497">Confound and swallow Nauigation vp:</l>
      <l n="1498">Though bladed Corne be lodg'd, &amp; Trees blown downe,</l>
      <l n="1499">Though Castles topple on their Warders heads:</l>
      <l n="1500">Though Pallaces, and Pyramids do slope</l>
      <l n="1501">Their heads to their Foundations: Though the treasure</l>
      <l n="1502">Of Natures Germaine, tumble altogether,</l>
      <l n="1503">Euen till destruction sicken: Answer me</l>
      <l n="1504">To what I aske you.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-mac-wit.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="1505">Speake.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-mac-wit.2">
      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="1506">Demand.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-mac-wit.3">
      <speaker>3</speaker>
      <l n="1507">Wee'l answer.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-mac-wit.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="1508">Say, if th'hadst rather heare it from our mouthes,</l>
      <l n="1509">Or from our Masters.</l>
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      <l n="1510">Call 'em: let me see 'em.</l>
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      <l n="1511">Powre in Sowes blood, that hath eaten</l>
      <l n="1512">Her nine Farrow: Greaze that's sweaten</l>
      <l n="1513">From the Murderers Gibbet, throw</l>
      <l n="1514">Into the Flame.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-mac-all">
      <speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
      <l n="1515">Come high or low:</l>
      <l n="1516">Thy Selfe and Office deaftly show.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Thunder.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">1. Apparation, an Armed Head.</stage>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="1517">Tell me, thou vnknowne power.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-mac-wit.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="1518">He knowes thy thought:</l>
      <l n="1519">Heare his speech, but say thou nought.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-mac-app.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1 Appar.</speaker>
      <l rend="italic" n="1520">Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth:</l>
      <l n="1521">Beware<hi rend="italic">Macduffe</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1522">Beware the Thane of Fife: dismisse me. Enough.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">He Descends.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="1523">What ere thou art, for thy good caution, thanks</l>
      <l n="1524">Thou hast harp'd my feare aright. But one word more.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-wit.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="1525">He will not be commanded: heere's another</l>
      <l n="1526">More potent then the first.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Thunder.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">2 Apparition, a Bloody Childe.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-mac-app.2">
      <speaker rend="italic">2 Appar.</speaker>
      <l rend="italic" n="1527">Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="1528">Had I three eares, Il'd heare thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-app.2">
      <speaker rend="italic">2 Appar.</speaker>
      <l n="1529">Be bloody, bold, &amp; resolute:</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="1530">Laugh to scorne</l>
      <l n="1531">The powre of man: For none of woman borne</l>
      <l n="1532">Shall harme<hi rend="italic">Macbeth</hi>.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Descends.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mac.</speaker>
      <l n="1533">Then liue<hi rend="italic">Macduffe</hi>: what need I feare of thee?</l>
      <l n="1534">But yet Ile make assurance: double sure,</l>
      <l n="1535">And take a Bond of Fate: thou shalt not liue,</l>
      <l n="1536">That I may tell pale‑hearted Feare, it lies;</l>
      <l n="1537">And sleepe in spight of Thunder.</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Thunder</stage>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">3 Apparation, a Childe Crowned, with a Tree in his hand.</stage>
      <l n="1538">What is this, that rises like the issue of a King,</l>
      <l n="1539">And weares vpon his Baby‑brow, the round</l>
      <l n="1540">And top of Soueraignty?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-all">
      <speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
      <l n="1541">Listen, but speake not too't.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-app.3">
      <speaker rend="italic">3 Appar.</speaker>
      <l n="1542">Be Lyon metled, proud, and take no care:</l>
      <l n="1543">Who chafes, who frets, or where Conspirers are:</l>
      <l n="1544">
         <hi rend="italic">Macbeth</hi>shall neuer vanquish'd be, vntill</l>
      <l n="1545">Great Byrnam Wood, to high Dunsmane Hill</l>
      <l n="1546">Shall come against him.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Descend.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="1547">That will neuer bee:</l>
      <l n="1548">Who can impresse the Forrest, bid the Tree</l>
      <l n="1549">Vnfixe his earth‑bound Root? Sweet boadments, good:</l>
      <l n="1550">Rebellious dead, rise neuer till the Wood</l>
      <l n="1551">Of Byrnan rise, and our high plac'd<hi rend="italic">Macbeth</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="1552">Shall liue the Lease of Nature, pay his breath</l>
      <l n="1553">To time, and mortall Custome. Yet my Hart</l>
      <l n="1554">Throbs to know one thing: Tell me, if your Art</l>
      <l n="1555">Can tell so much: Shall<hi rend="italic">Banquo</hi>'s issue euer</l>
      <l n="1556">Reigne in this Kingdome?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-all">
      <speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
      <l n="1557">Seeke to know no more.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="1558">I will be satisfied. Deny me this,</l>
      <l n="1559">And an eternall Curse fall on you: Let me know.</l>
      <l n="1560">Why sinkes that Caldron? &amp; what noise is this?</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Hoboyes</stage>
   <sp who="#F-mac-wit.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="1561">Shew.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-wit.2">
      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="1562">Shew.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-wit.3">
      <speaker>3</speaker>
      <l n="1563">Shew.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-all">
      <speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
      <l n="1564">Shew his Eyes, and greeue his Hart,</l>
      <l n="1565">Come like shadowes, so depart.</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">A shew of eight Kings, and Banquo last, with a glasse
      <lb/>in his hand.</stage>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="1566">Thou art too like the Spirit of<hi rend="italic">Banquo</hi>: Down:</l>
      <l n="1567">Thy Crowne do's seare mine Eye‑bals. And thy haire</l>
      <l n="1568">Thou other Gold‑bound‑brow, is like the first:</l>
      <l n="1569">A third, is like the former. Filthy Hagges,</l>
      <l n="1570">Why do you shew me this?⸺A fourth? Start eyes!</l>
      <l n="1571">What will the Line stretch out to'th'cracke of Doome?</l>
      <l n="1572">Another yet? A seauenth? Ile see no more:</l>
      <l n="1573">And yet the eighth appeares, who beares a glasse,</l>
      <l n="1574">Which shewes me many more: and some I see,</l>
      <l n="1575">That two‑fold Balles, and trebble Scepters carry.</l>
      <l n="1576">Horrible sight: Now I see 'tis true,</l>
      <l n="1577">For the Blood‑bolter'd<hi rend="italic">Banquo</hi>smiles vpon me,</l>
      <l n="1578">And points at them for his. What? is this so?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-wit.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="1579">I Sir, all this is so. But why</l>
      <l n="1580">Stands<hi rend="italic">Macbeth</hi>thus amazedly?</l>
      <l n="1581">Come Sisters, cheere we vp his sprights,</l>
      <l n="1582">And shew the best of our delights.</l>
      <l n="1583">Ile Charme the Ayre to giue a sound,</l>
      <l n="1584">While you performe your Antique round:</l>
      <l n="1585">That this great King may kindly say,</l>
      <l n="1586">Our duties, did his welcome pay.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Musicke.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="mixed">The Witches Dance, and vanish.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="1587">Where are they? Gone?</l>
      <l n="1588">Let this pernitious houre,</l>
      <l n="1589">Stand aye accursed in the Kalender.</l>
      <l n="1590">Come in, without there.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="entrance">Enter Lenox.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-mac-len">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lenox.</speaker>
      <l n="1591">What's your Graces will.</l>
   </sp>
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   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="1592">Saw you the Weyard Sisters?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-len">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lenox.</speaker>
      <l n="1593">No my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="1594">Came they not by you?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-len">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lenox.</speaker>
      <l n="1595">No indeed my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="1596">Infected be the Ayre whereon they ride,</l>
      <l n="1597">And damn'd all those that trust them. I did heare</l>
      <l n="1598">The gallopping of Horse. Who was't came by?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-len">
      <speaker rend="italic">Len.</speaker>
      <l n="1599">'Tis two or three my Lord, that bring you word:</l>
      <l n="1600">
         <hi rend="italic">Macduff</hi>is fled to England.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="1601">Fled to England?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-len">
      <speaker rend="italic">Len.</speaker>
      <l n="1602">I, my good Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="1603">Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits:</l>
      <l n="1604">The flighty purpose neuer is o're‑tooke</l>
      <l n="1605">Vnlesse the deed go with it. From this moment,</l>
      <l n="1606">The very firstlings of my heart shall be</l>
      <l n="1607">The firstlings of my hand. And euen now</l>
      <l n="1608">To Crown my thoughts with Acts: be it thoght &amp; done:</l>
      <l n="1609">The Castle of<hi rend="italic">Macduff</hi>, I will surprize,</l>
      <l n="1610">Seize vpon Fife; giue to th'edge o'th'Sword</l>
      <l n="1611">His Wife, his Babes, and all vnfortunate Soules</l>
      <l n="1612">That trace him in his Line. No boasting like a Foole,</l>
      <l n="1613">This deed Ile do, before this purpose coole,</l>
      <l n="1614">But no more sights. Where are these Gentlemen?</l>
      <l n="1615">Come bring me where they are.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt</stage>
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