The Tragedie of Macbeth.Lady.But in them, Natures Coppie's not eterne.Macb.There's comfort yet, they are assaileable,Then be thou iocund: ere the Bat hath flowneHis Cloyster'd flight, ere to black
Heccats summons
[1135]
The shard‑borne Beetle, with his drowsie hums,Hath rung Nights yawning Peale,There shall be done a deed of dreadfull note.Lady.What's to be done?Macb.Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest Chuck,
[1140]
Till thou applaud the deed: Come, seeling Night,Skarfe vp the tender Eye of pittifull Day,And with thy bloodie and inuisible HandCancell and teare to pieces that great Bond,Which keepes me pale. Light thickens,
[1145]
And the Crow makes Wing toth'Rookie Wood:Good things of Day begin to droope, and drowse,Whiles Nights black Agents to their Prey's doe rowse.Thou maruell'st at my words: but hold thee still,Things bad begun, make strong themselues by ill:
[1150]
So prythee goe with me.Exeunt.
Scena Tertia.
[Act 3, Scene 3]
Enter three Murtherers.1.But who did bid thee ioyne with vs?3.Macbeth.
2.He needes not our mistrust, since he deliuersOur Offices, and what we haue to doe,
[1155]
To the direction iust.1.Then stand with vs:The West yet glimmers with some streakes of Day.Now spurres the lated Traueller apace,To gayne the timely Inne, and neere approches
[1160]
The subiect of our Watch.3.Hearke, I heare Horses.Banquo within.Giue vs a Light there, hoa.2.Then 'tis hee:The rest, that are within the note of expectation,
[1165]
Alreadie are i'th'Court.1.His Horses goe about.3.Almost a mile: but he does vsually,So all men doe, from hence toth'Pallace GateMake it their Walke.Enter Banquo and Fleans, with a Torch.2.
[1170]
A Light, a Light.3.'Tis hee.1.Stand too't.Ban.It will be Rayne to Night.1.Let it come downe.Ban.
[1175]
O, Trecherie!Flye good
Fleans, flye, flye, flye,
Thou may'st reuenge. O Slaue!3.Who did strike out the Light?1.Was't not the way?3.
[1180]
There's but one downe: the Sonne is fled.2.We haue lostBest halfe of our Affaire.1.Well, let's away, and say how much is done.Exeunt.
Scæna Quarta.
[Act 3, Scene 4]
Banquet prepar'd. Enter Macbeth, Lady, Rosse, Lenox,
Lords, and Attendants.
Macb.You know your owne degrees, sit downe:
[1185]
At first and last, the hearty welcome.Lords.Thankes to your Maiesty.Macb.Our selfe will mingle with Society,And play the humble Host:Our Hostesse keepes her State, but in best time
[1190]
We will require her welcome.La.Pronounce it for me Sir, to all our Friends,For my heart speakes, they are welcome.Enter first Murtherer.Macb.See they encounter thee with their harts thanksBoth sides are euen: heere Ile sit i'th'mid'st,
[1195]
Be large in mirth, anon wee'l drinke a MeasureThe Table round. There's blood vpon thy face.Mur.'Tis
Banquo's then.
Macb.'Tis better thee without, then he within.Is he dispatch'd?Mur.
[1200]
My Lord his throat is cut, that I did for him.Mac.Thou art the best o'th'Cut‑throats,Yet hee's good that did the like for
Fleans:
If thou did'st it, thou art the Non‑pareill.Mur.Most Royall Sir
[1205]
Fleans is scap'd.
Macb.Then comes my Fit againe:I had else beene perfect;Whole as the Marble, founded as the Rocke,As broad, and generall, as the casing Ayre:
[1210]
But now I am cabin'd, crib'd, confin'd, bound inTo sawcy doubts, and feares. But
Banquo's safe?
Mur.I, my good Lord: safe in a ditch he bides,With twenty trenched gashes on his head;The least a Death to Nature.Macb.
[1215]
Thankes for that:There the growne Serpent lyes, the worme that's fledHath Nature that in time will Venom breed,No teeth for th'present. Get thee gone, to morrowWee'l heare our selues againe.Exit Murderer.Lady.
[1220]
My Royall Lord,You do not giue the Cheere, the Feast is soldThat is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a making:'Tis giuen, with welcome: to feede were best at home:From thence, the sawce to meate is Ceremony,
[1225]
Meeting were bare without it.Enter the Ghost of Banquo, and sits in Macbeths place.Macb.Sweet Remembrancer:Now good digestion waite on Appetite,And health on both.Lenox.May't please your Highnesse sit.Macb.
[1230]
Here had we now our Countries Honor, roof'd,Were the grac'd person of our
Banquo present:
Who, may I rather challenge for vnkindnesse,Then pitty for Mischance.Rosse.His absence (Sir)
[1235]
Layes blame vpon his promise. Pleas't your HighnesseTo grace vs with your Royall Company?Mcab.Macb.
Scæna Quarta.
[Act 3, Scene 4]
Banquet prepar'd. Enter Macbeth, Lady, Rosse, Lenox,
Lords, and Attendants.
Macb.You know your owne degrees, sit downe:
[1185]
At first and last, the hearty welcome.Lords.Thankes to your Maiesty.Macb.Our selfe will mingle with Society,And play the humble Host:Our Hostesse keepes her State, but in best time
[1190]
We will require her welcome.La.Pronounce it for me Sir, to all our Friends,For my heart speakes, they are welcome.Enter first Murtherer.Macb.See they encounter thee with their harts thanksBoth sides are euen: heere Ile sit i'th'mid'st,
[1195]
Be large in mirth, anon wee'l drinke a MeasureThe Table round. There's blood vpon thy face.Mur.'Tis
Banquo's then.
Macb.'Tis better thee without, then he within.Is he dispatch'd?Mur.
[1200]
My Lord his throat is cut, that I did for him.Mac.Thou art the best o'th'Cut‑throats,Yet hee's good that did the like for
Fleans:
If thou did'st it, thou art the Non‑pareill.Mur.Most Royall Sir
[1205]
Fleans is scap'd.
Macb.Then comes my Fit againe:I had else beene perfect;Whole as the Marble, founded as the Rocke,As broad, and generall, as the casing Ayre:
[1210]
But now I am cabin'd, crib'd, confin'd, bound inTo sawcy doubts, and feares. But
Banquo's safe?
Mur.I, my good Lord: safe in a ditch he bides,With twenty trenched gashes on his head;The least a Death to Nature.Macb.
[1215]
Thankes for that:There the growne Serpent lyes, the worme that's fledHath Nature that in time will Venom breed,No teeth for th'present. Get thee gone, to morrowWee'l heare our selues againe.Exit Murderer.Lady.
[1220]
My Royall Lord,You do not giue the Cheere, the Feast is soldThat is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a making:'Tis giuen, with welcome: to feede were best at home:From thence, the sawce to meate is Ceremony,
[1225]
Meeting were bare without it.Enter the Ghost of Banquo, and sits in Macbeths place.Macb.Sweet Remembrancer:Now good digestion waite on Appetite,And health on both.Lenox.May't please your Highnesse sit.Macb.
[1230]
Here had we now our Countries Honor, roof'd,Were the grac'd person of our
Banquo present:
Who, may I rather challenge for vnkindnesse,Then pitty for Mischance.Rosse.His absence (Sir)
[1235]
Layes blame vpon his promise. Pleas't your HighnesseTo grace vs with your Royall Company?Macb.The Table's full.Lenox.Heere is a place reseru'd Sir.Macb.Where?Lenox.
[1240]
Heere my good Lord.What is't that moues your Highnesse
?Macb.Which of you haue done this?Lords.What, my good Lord?Macb.Thou canst not say I did it: neuer shake
[1245]
Thy goary lockes at me.Rosse.Gentlemen rise, his Highnesse is not well.Lady.Sit worthy Friends: my Lord is often thus,And hath beene from his youth. Pray you keepe Seat,The fit is momentary, vpon a thought
[1250]
He will againe be well. If much you note himYou shall offend him, and extend his Passion,Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?Macb.I, and a bold one, that dare looke on thatWhich might appall the Diuell.La.
[1255]
O proper stuffe:This is the very painting of your feare:This is the Ayre‑drawne‑Dagger which you saidLed you to
Duncan. O, these flawes and starts
(Impostors to true feare) would well become
[1260]
A womans story, at a Winters fireAuthoriz'd by her Grandam: shame it selfe,Why do you make such faces? When all's doneYou looke but on a stoole.Macb.Prythee see there:
[1265]
Behold, looke, loe, how say you:Why what care I, if thou canst nod, speake too.If Charnell houses, and our Graues must sendThose that we bury, backe; our MonumentsShall be the Mawes of Kytes.La.
[1270]
What? quite vnmann'd in folly.Macb.If I stand heere, I saw him.La.Fie for shame.Macb.Blood hath bene shed ere now, i'th'olden timeEre humane Statute purg'd the gentle Weale:
[1275]
I, and since too, Murthers haue bene perform'dToo terrible for the eare. The times has bene,That when the Braines were out, the man would dye,And there an end: But now they rise againeWith twenty mortall murthers on their crownes,
[1280]
And push vs from our stooles. This is more strangeThen such a murther is.La.My worthy LordYour Noble Friends do lacke you.Macb.I do forget:
[1285]
Do not muse at me my most worthy Friends,I haue a strange infirmity, which is nothingTo those that know me. Come, loue and health to all,Then Ile sit downe: Giue me some Wine, fill full:Enter Ghost.I drinke to th'generall ioy o'th'whole Table,
[1290]
And to our deere Friend
Banquo, whom we misse:
Would he were heere: to all, and him we thirst,And all to all.Lords.Our duties, and the pledge.Mac. let the earth hide thee:
[1295]
Thy bones are marrowlesse, thy blood is cold:Thou hast no speculation in those eyesWhich thou dost glare with.La.Thinke of this good PeeresBut as a thing of Custome: 'Tis no other,
[1300]
spoyles the pleasure of the time.
Macb.What man dare, I dare:Approach thou like the rugged Russian Beare,The arm'd Rhinoceros, or th'Hircan Tiger,Take any shape but that, and my firme Nerues
[1305]
Shall neuer tremble. Or be aliue againe,And dare me to the Desart with thy Sword:If trembling I inhabit the
, protest mee
The Baby of a Girle. Hence horrible shadow,Vnreall mock'ry hence. Why so, being gone
[1310]
I am a man againe: pray you sit still.La.You haue displac'd the mirth,Broke the good meeting, with most admir'd disorder.Macb.Can such things be,And ouercome vs like a Summers Clowd,
[1315]
Without our speciall wonder? You make me strangeEuen to the disposition that I owe,When now I thinke you can behold such sights,And keepe the naturall Rubie of your Cheekes,When mine is blanch'd with feare.Rosse.
[1320]
What sights, my Lord?La.I pray you speake not: he growes worse & worseQuestion enrages him: at once, goodnight.Stand not vpon the order of your going,But go at once.Len.
[1325]
Good night, and better healthAttend his Maiesty.La.A kinde goodnight to all.Exit Lords.Macb.It will haue blood they say:Blood will haue Blood:
[1330]
Stones haue beene knowne to moue, & Trees to speake:Augures, and vnderstood Relations, haueBy Maggot Pyes, & Choughes, & Rookes brought forthThe secret'st man of Blood. What is the night?La.Almost at oddes with morning, which is which.Macb.
[1335]
How say'st thou that
Macduff denies his person
At our great bidding.La.Did you send to him Sir?Macb.I heare it by the way: But I will send:There's not a one of them but in his house
[1340]
I keepe a Seruant Feed. I will to morrow(And betimes I will) to the weyard Sisters.More shall they speake: for now I am bent to knowBy the worst meanes, the worst, for mine owne good,All causes shall giue way. I am in blood
[1345]
Stept in so farre, that should I wade no more,Returning were as tedious as go ore:Strange things I haue in head, that will to hand,Which must be acted, ere they may be scand.La.You lacke the season of all Natures, sleepe.Macb.
[1350]
Come, wee'l to sleepe: My strange & self‑abuseIs the initiate feare, that wants hard vse:We are yet but yong indeed.Exeunt.
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<l n="1186">Thankes to your Maiesty.</l>
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<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter first Murtherer.</stage>
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<speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
<l n="1193">See they encounter thee with their harts thanks</l>
<l n="1194">Both sides are euen: heere Ile sit i'th'mid'st,</l>
<l n="1195">Be large in mirth, anon wee'l drinke a Measure</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Mur.</speaker>
<l n="1197">'Tis<hi rend="italic">Banquo's</hi>then.</l>
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<l n="1198">'Tis better thee without, then he within.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Mur.</speaker>
<l n="1200">My Lord his throat is cut, that I did for him.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Mac.</speaker>
<l n="1201">Thou art the best o'th'Cut‑throats,</l>
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<sp who="#F-mac-mur">
<speaker rend="italic">Mur.</speaker>
<l n="1204">Most Royall Sir</l>
<l n="1205">
<hi rend="italic">Fleans</hi>is scap'd.</l>
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<sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
<speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
<l n="1206">Then comes my Fit againe:</l>
<l n="1207">I had else beene perfect;</l>
<l n="1208">Whole as the Marble, founded as the Rocke,</l>
<l n="1209">As broad, and generall, as the casing Ayre:</l>
<l n="1210">But now I am cabin'd, crib'd, confin'd, bound in</l>
<l n="1211">To sawcy doubts, and feares. But<hi rend="italic">Banquo</hi>'s safe?</l>
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<sp who="#F-mac-mur">
<speaker rend="italic">Mur.</speaker>
<l n="1212">I, my good Lord: safe in a ditch he bides,</l>
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<l n="1214">The least a Death to Nature.</l>
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<sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
<speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
<l n="1215">Thankes for that:</l>
<l n="1216">There the growne Serpent lyes, the worme that's fled</l>
<l n="1217">Hath Nature that in time will Venom breed,</l>
<l n="1218">No teeth for th'present. Get thee gone, to morrow</l>
<l n="1219">Wee'l heare our selues againe.</l>
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<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Murderer.</stage>
<sp who="#F-mac-lam">
<speaker rend="italic">Lady.</speaker>
<l n="1220">My Royall Lord,</l>
<l n="1221">You do not giue the Cheere, the Feast is sold</l>
<l n="1222">That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a making:</l>
<l n="1223">'Tis giuen, with welcome: to feede were best at home:</l>
<l n="1224">From thence, the sawce to meate is Ceremony,</l>
<l n="1225">Meeting were bare without it.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="mixed">Enter the Ghost of Banquo, and sits in Macbeths place.</stage>
<sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
<speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
<l n="1226">Sweet Remembrancer:</l>
<l n="1227">Now good digestion waite on Appetite,</l>
<l n="1228">And health on both.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-len">
<speaker rend="italic">Lenox.</speaker>
<l n="1229">May't please your Highnesse sit.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
<speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
<l n="1230">Here had we now our Countries Honor, roof'd,</l>
<l n="1231">Were the grac'd person of our<hi rend="italic">Banquo</hi>present:</l>
<l n="1232">Who, may I rather challenge for vnkindnesse,</l>
<l n="1233">Then pitty for Mischance.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-ros">
<speaker rend="italic">Rosse.</speaker>
<l n="1234">His absence (Sir)</l>
<l n="1235">Layes blame vpon his promise. Pleas't your Highnesse</l>
<l n="1236">To grace vs with your Royall Company?</l>
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<sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
<speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
<l n="1237">The Table's full.</l>
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<sp who="#F-mac-len">
<speaker rend="italic">Lenox.</speaker>
<l n="1238">Heere is a place reseru'd Sir.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
<speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
<l n="1239">Where?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-len">
<speaker rend="italic">Lenox.</speaker>
<l n="1240">Heere my good Lord.</l>
<l n="1241">What is't that moues your Highnesse<c rend="italic">?</c>
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<sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
<speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
<l n="1242">Which of you haue done this?</l>
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<sp who="#F-mac-lds">
<speaker rend="italic">Lords.</speaker>
<l n="1243">What, my good Lord?</l>
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<sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
<speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
<l n="1244">Thou canst not say I did it: neuer shake</l>
<l n="1245">Thy goary lockes at me.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-ros">
<speaker rend="italic">Rosse.</speaker>
<l n="1246">Gentlemen rise, his Highnesse is not well.</l>
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<sp who="#F-mac-lam">
<speaker rend="italic">Lady.</speaker>
<l n="1247">Sit worthy Friends: my Lord is often thus,</l>
<l n="1248">And hath beene from his youth. Pray you keepe Seat,</l>
<l n="1249">The fit is momentary, vpon a thought</l>
<l n="1250">He will againe be well. If much you note him</l>
<l n="1251">You shall offend him, and extend his Passion,</l>
<l n="1252">Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?</l>
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<sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
<speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
<l n="1253">I, and a bold one, that dare looke on that</l>
<l n="1254">Which might appall the Diuell.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-lam">
<speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
<l n="1255">O proper stuffe:</l>
<l n="1256">This is the very painting of your feare:</l>
<l n="1257">This is the Ayre‑drawne‑Dagger which you said</l>
<l n="1258">Led you to<hi rend="italic">Duncan</hi>. O, these flawes and starts</l>
<l n="1259">(Impostors to true feare) would well become</l>
<l n="1260">A womans story, at a Winters fire</l>
<l n="1261">Authoriz'd by her Grandam: shame it selfe,</l>
<l n="1262">Why do you make such faces? When all's done</l>
<l n="1263">You looke but on a stoole.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
<speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
<l n="1264">Prythee see there:</l>
<l n="1265">Behold, looke, loe, how say you:</l>
<l n="1266">Why what care I, if thou canst nod, speake too.</l>
<l n="1267">If Charnell houses, and our Graues must send</l>
<l n="1268">Those that we bury, backe; our Monuments</l>
<l n="1269">Shall be the Mawes of Kytes.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-lam">
<speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
<l n="1270">What? quite vnmann'd in folly.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
<speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
<l n="1271">If I stand heere, I saw him.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-lam">
<speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
<l n="1272">Fie for shame.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
<speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
<l n="1273">Blood hath bene shed ere now, i'th'olden time</l>
<l n="1274">Ere humane Statute purg'd the gentle Weale:</l>
<l n="1275">I, and since too, Murthers haue bene perform'd</l>
<l n="1276">Too terrible for the eare. The times has bene,</l>
<l n="1277">That when the Braines were out, the man would dye,</l>
<l n="1278">And there an end: But now they rise againe</l>
<l n="1279">With twenty mortall murthers on their crownes,</l>
<l n="1280">And push vs from our stooles. This is more strange</l>
<l n="1281">Then such a murther is.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-lam">
<speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
<l n="1282">My worthy Lord</l>
<l n="1283">Your Noble Friends do lacke you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
<speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
<l n="1284">I do forget:</l>
<l n="1285">Do not muse at me my most worthy Friends,</l>
<l n="1286">I haue a strange infirmity, which is nothing</l>
<l n="1287">To those that know me. Come, loue and health to all,</l>
<l n="1288">Then Ile sit downe: Giue me some Wine, fill full:</l>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Ghost.</stage>
<l n="1289">I drinke to th'generall ioy o'th'whole Table,</l>
<l n="1290">And to our deere Friend<hi rend="italic">Banquo</hi>, whom we misse:</l>
<l n="1291">Would he were heere: to all, and him we thirst,</l>
<l n="1292">And all to all.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-lds">
<speaker rend="italic">Lords.</speaker>
<l n="1293">Our duties, and the pledge.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
<speaker rend="italic">Mac.</speaker>
<l n="1294">
<gap extent="1"
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reason="illegible"
agent="bleedthrough"
resp="#ES"/>let the earth hide thee:</l>
<l n="1295">Thy bones are marrowlesse, thy blood is cold:</l>
<l n="1296">Thou hast no speculation in those eyes</l>
<l n="1297">Which thou dost glare with.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-lam">
<speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
<l n="1298">Thinke of this good Peeres</l>
<l n="1299">But as a thing of Custome: 'Tis no other,</l>
<l n="1300">
<gap extent="2"
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reason="illegible"
agent="bleedthrough"
resp="#ES"/>spoyles the pleasure of the time.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
<speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
<l n="1301">What man dare, I dare:</l>
<cb n="2"/>
<l n="1302">Approach thou like the rugged Russian Beare,</l>
<l n="1303">The arm'd Rhinoceros, or th'Hircan Tiger,</l>
<l n="1304">Take any shape but that, and my firme Nerues</l>
<l n="1305">Shall neuer tremble. Or be aliue againe,</l>
<l n="1306">And dare me to the Desart with thy Sword:</l>
<l n="1307">If trembling I inhabit the<gap extent="1"
unit="chars"
reason="illegible"
agent="inkBlot"
resp="#ES"/>, protest mee</l>
<l n="1308">The Baby of a Girle. Hence horrible shadow,</l>
<l n="1309">Vnreall mock'ry hence. Why so, being gone</l>
<l n="1310">I am a man againe: pray you sit still.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-lam">
<speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
<l n="1311">You haue displac'd the mirth,</l>
<l n="1312">Broke the good meeting, with most admir'd disorder.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
<speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
<l n="1313">Can such things be,</l>
<l n="1314">And ouercome vs like a Summers Clowd,</l>
<l n="1315">Without our speciall wonder? You make me strange</l>
<l n="1316">Euen to the disposition that I owe,</l>
<l n="1317">When now I thinke you can behold such sights,</l>
<l n="1318">And keepe the naturall Rubie of your Cheekes,</l>
<l n="1319">When mine is blanch'd with feare.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-ros">
<speaker rend="italic">Rosse.</speaker>
<l n="1320">What sights, my Lord?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-lam">
<speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
<l n="1321">I pray you speake not: he growes worse & worse</l>
<l n="1322">Question enrages him: at once, goodnight.</l>
<l n="1323">Stand not vpon the order of your going,</l>
<l n="1324">But go at once.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-len">
<speaker rend="italic">Len.</speaker>
<l n="1325">Good night, and better health</l>
<l n="1326">Attend his Maiesty.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-lam">
<speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
<l n="1327">A kinde goodnight to all.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Lords.</stage>
<sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
<speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
<l n="1328">It will haue blood they say:</l>
<l n="1329">Blood will haue Blood:</l>
<l n="1330">Stones haue beene knowne to moue, & Trees to speake:</l>
<l n="1331">Augures, and vnderstood Relations, haue</l>
<l n="1332">By Maggot Pyes, & Choughes, & Rookes brought forth</l>
<l n="1333">The secret'st man of Blood. What is the night?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-lam">
<speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
<l n="1334">Almost at oddes with morning, which is which.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
<speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
<l n="1335">How say'st thou that<hi rend="italic">Macduff</hi>denies his person</l>
<l n="1336">At our great bidding.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-lam">
<speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
<l n="1337">Did you send to him Sir?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
<speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
<l n="1338">I heare it by the way: But I will send:</l>
<l n="1339">There's not a one of them but in his house</l>
<l n="1340">I keepe a Seruant Feed. I will to morrow</l>
<l n="1341">(And betimes I will) to the weyard Sisters.</l>
<l n="1342">More shall they speake: for now I am bent to know</l>
<l n="1343">By the worst meanes, the worst, for mine owne good,</l>
<l n="1344">All causes shall giue way. I am in blood</l>
<l n="1345">Stept in so farre, that should I wade no more,</l>
<l n="1346">Returning were as tedious as go ore:</l>
<l n="1347">Strange things I haue in head, that will to hand,</l>
<l n="1348">Which must be acted, ere they may be scand.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-lam">
<speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
<l n="1349">You lacke the season of all Natures, sleepe.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
<speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
<l n="1350">Come, wee'l to sleepe: My strange & self‑abuse</l>
<l n="1351">Is the initiate feare, that wants hard vse:</l>
<l n="1352">We are yet but yong indeed.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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