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3.2 Enter Lady Macbeth and a Servant

LADY MACBETH Is Banquo gone from court?

SERVANT

Ay, madam, but returns again tonight.

LADY MACBETH

Say to the King I would attend his leisure

For a few words.

SERVANT Madam, I will.

Exit

LADY MACBETH Naught’s had, all’s spent,

Where our desire is got without content.

’Tis safer to be that which we destroy

Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.

Enter Macbeth

How now, my lord, why do you keep alone,

Of sorriest fancies your companions making,

Using those thoughts which should indeed have died

With them they think on? Things without all remedy

Should be without regard. What’s done is done.

MACBETH

We have scorched the snake, not killed it.

She’ll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice

Remains in danger of her former tooth.

But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds

suffer,

Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep

In the affliction of these terrible dreams

That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead,

Whom we to gain our peace have sent to peace,

Than on the torture of the mind to lie

In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave.

After life’s fitful fever he sleeps well.

Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison,

Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing

Can touch him further.

LADY MACBETH

Come on, gentle my lord,

Sleek o’er your rugged looks, be bright and jovial

Among your guests tonight.

MACBETH

So shall I, love,

And so I pray be you. Let your remembrance

Apply to Banquo. Present him eminence

Both with eye and tongue; unsafe the while that we

Must lave our honours in these flattering streams

And make our faces visors to our hearts,

Disguising what they are.

LADY MACBETH

You must leave this.

MACBETH

O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!

Thou know’st that Banquo and his Fleance lives.

LADY MACBETH

But in them nature’s copy’s not eterne.

MACBETH

There’s comfort yet, they are assailable.

Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flown

His cloistered flight, ere to black Hecate’s summons

The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums

Hath rung night’s yawning peal, there shall be done

A deed of dreadful note.

LADY MACBETH

What’s to be done?

MACBETH

Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,

Till thou applaud the deed.—Come, seeling night,

Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day,

And with thy bloody and invisible hand

Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond

Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow

Makes wing to th’ rooky wood.

Good things of day begin to droop and drowse,

Whiles night’s black agents to their preys do rouse.

Thou marvell’st at my words; but hold thee still.

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.

So prithee go with me. Exeunt

3.3 Enter three Murderers

FIRST MURDERER (to Third Murderer)

But who did bid thee join with us?

THIRD MURDERER

Macbeth.

SECOND MURDERER (to First Murderer)

He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers

Our offices and what we have to do

To the direction just.

FIRST MURDERER (to Third Murderer) Then stand with us.

The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day.

Now spurs the lated traveller apace

To gain the timely inn, and near approaches

The subject of our watch.

THIRD MURDERER

Hark, I hear horses.

BANQUO (within)

Give us a light there, ho!

SECOND MURDERER

Then ’tis he. The rest

That are within the note of expectation

Already are i’th’ court.

FIRST MURDERER

His horses go about.

THIRD MURDERER

Almost a mile; but he does usually,

So all men do, from hence to th’ palace gate

Make it their walk.

Enter Banquo and Fleance with a torch

SECOND MURDERER (aside) A light, a light.

THIRD MURDERER (aside)

’Tis he.

FIRST MURDERER (aside) Stand to’t.

BANQUO

It will be rain tonight.

FIRST MURDERER

Let it come down.

First Murderer strikes out the torch. The others attack Banquo

BANQUO

O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!

Thou mayst revenge.—O slave! He dies. Exit Fleance

THIRD MURDERER Who did strike out the light?

FIRST MURDERER Was’t not the way?

THIRD MURDERER

There’s but one down. The son is fled.

SECOND MURDERER

We have lost best half of our affair.

FIRST MURDERER

Well, let’s away and say how much is done.

Exeunt with Banquo’s body

3.4 Banquet prepared. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Macbeth as Queen, Ross, Lennox, Lords, and attendants. ⌈Lady Macbeth sits⌉

MACBETH

You know your own degrees; sit down. At first and last

The hearty welcome.

LORDS

Thanks to your majesty.

They sit

MACBETH

Ourself will mingle with society

And play the humble host. Our hostess keeps her

state,

But in best time we will require her welcome.

LADY MACBETH

Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends,

For my heart speaks they are welcome.

Enter First Murderer [to the door]

MACBETH

See, they encounter thee with their hearts’ thanks.

Both sides are even. Here I’ll sit, i’th’ midst.

Be large in mirth. Anon we’ll drink a measure

The table round. (To First Murderer) There’s blood

upon thy face.

FIRST MURDERER (aside to Macbeth) ‘Tis Banquo’s, then.

MACBETH

’Tis better thee without than he within.

Is he dispatched?

FIRST MURDERER

My lord, his throat is cut. That I did for him.

MACBETH

Thou art the best o’th’ cut-throats. Yet he’s good

That did the like for Fleance. If thou didst it,

Thou art the nonpareil.

FIRST MURDERER

Most royal sir,

Fleance is scaped.

MACBETH

Then comes my fit again; I had else been perfect,

Whole as the marble, founded as the rock,

As broad and general as the casing air,

But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in

To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo’s safe?

FIRST MURDERER

Ay, my good lord. Safe in a ditch he bides,

With twenty trenched gashes on his head,

The least a death to nature.

MACBETH

Thanks for that.

There the grown serpent lies. The worm that’s fled

Hath nature that in time will venom breed,

No teeth for th’ present. Get thee gone. Tomorrow

We’ll hear ourselves again. Exit First Murderer

LADY MACBETH

My royal lord,

You do not give the cheer. The feast is sold

That is not often vouched, while ‘tis a-making,

’Tis given with welcome. To feed were best at home.

From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony,

Meeting were bare without it.

Enter the Ghost of Banquo, and sits in Macbeth’s

place

MACBETH

Sweet remembrancer.

Now good digestion wait on appetite,

And health on both.

LENNOX

May’t please your highness sit?

MACBETH

Here had we now our country’s honour roofed

Were the graced person of our Banquo present,

Who may I rather challenge for unkindness

Than pity for mischance.

ROSS

His absence, sir,

Lays blame upon his promise. Please’t your highness

To grace us with your royal company?

MACBETH

The table’s full.

LENNOX

Here is a place reserved, sir.

MACBETH Where?

LENNOX

Here, my good lord. What is’t that moves your

highness?

MACBETH

Which of you have done this?

LORDS

What, my good lord?

MACBETH (to the Ghost)

Thou canst not say I did it. Never shake

Thy gory locks at me.

ROSS (rising)

Gentlemen, rise. His highness is not well.

LADY MACBETH (rising)

Sit, worthy friends. My lord is often thus,

And hath been from his youth. Pray you, keep seat.

The fit is momentary. Upon a thought

He will again be well. If much you note him

You shall offend him, and extend his passion.

Feed, and regard him not.

She speaks apart with Macbeth

Are you a man?

MACBETH

Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that

Which might appal the devil.

LADY MACBETH

O proper stuff!

This is the very painting of your fear;

This is the air-drawn dagger which you said

Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts,

Impostors to true fear, would well become

A woman’s story at a winter’s fire

Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself,

Why do you make such faces? When all’s done

You look but on a stool.

MACBETH

Prithee see there. Behold, look, lo-how say you?

Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak, too!

If charnel-houses and our graves must send

Those that we bury back, our monuments

Shall be the maws of kites.

Exit Ghost

LADY MACBETH

What, quite unmanned in folly?

MACBETH

If I stand here, I saw him.

LADY MACBETH

Fie, for shame!

MACBETH

Blood hath been shed ere now, i’th’ olden time,

Ere human statute purged the gentle weal;

Ay, and since, too, murders have been performed

Too terrible for the ear. The time has been

That, when the brains were out, the man would die,

And there an end. But now they rise again

With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,

And push us from our stools. This is more strange

Than such a murder is.

LADY MACBETH (aloud)

My worthy lord,

Your noble friends do lack you.

MACBETH

I do forget.

Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends.

I have a strange infirmity which is nothing

To those that know me. Come, love and health to all,

Then I’ll sit down.

(To an attendant) Give me some wine. Fill full.

Enter Ghost

I drink to th’ general joy of th’whole table,

And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss.

Would he were here. To all and him we thirst,

And all to all.

LORDS

Our duties, and the pledge.

They drink

MACBETH (seeing the Ghost)

Avaunt, and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee.

Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold.

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes

Which thou dost glare with.

LADY MACBETH

Think of this, good peers,

But as a thing of custom. ’Tis no other;

Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

MACBETH What man dare, I dare.

Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,

The armed rhinoceros, or th‘Hyrcan tiger;

Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves

Shall never tremble. Or be alive again,

And dare me to the desert with thy sword.

If trembling I inhabit then, protest me

The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow,

Unreal mock’ry, hence!

Exit Ghost

Why so, being gone,

I am a man again. Pray you sit still.

LADY MACBETH

You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting

With most admired disorder.

MACBETH

Can such things be

And overcome us like a summer’s cloud,

Without our special wonder? You make me strange

Even to the disposition that I owe,

When now I think you can behold such sights

And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks

When mine is blanched with fear.

Ross

What sights, my lord?

LADY MACBETH

I pray you, speak not. He grows worse and worse. 116

Question enrages him. At once, good night.

Stand not upon the order of your going,

But go at once.

LENNOX

Good night, and better health

Attend his majesty.

LADY MACBETH

A kind good-night to all.

Exeunt Lords

MACBETH

It will have blood, they say. Blood will have blood.

Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak,

Augurs and understood relations have

By maggot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth

The secret’st man of blood. What is the night?

LADY MACBETH

Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

MACBETH

How sayst thou that Macduff denies his person

At our great bidding?

LADY MACBETH

Did you send to him, sir?

MACBETH

I hear it by the way, but I will send.

There’s not a one of them but in his house

I keep a servant fee’d. I will tomorrow,

And betimes I will, to the weird sisters.

More shall they speak, for now I am bent to know

By the worst means the worst. For mine own good

All causes shall give way. I am in blood

Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more,

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 scanned.

LADY MACBETH

You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

MACBETH

Come, we’ll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse

Is the initiate fear that wants hard use.

We are yet but young in deed. Exeunt

3.5 Thunder. Enter the three Witches meeting Hecate

FIRST WITCH

Why, how now, Hecate? You look angerly.

HECATE

Have I not reason, beldams as you are?

Saucy and over-bold, how did you dare

To trade and traffic with Macbeth

In riddles and affairs of death,

And I, the mistress of your charms,

The close contriver of all harms,

Was never called to bear my part

Or show the glory of our art?—

And, which is worse, all you have done 10

Hath been but for a wayward son,

Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do,

Loves for his own ends, not for you.

But make amends now. Get you gone,

And at the pit of Acheron

Meet me i‘th’ morning. Thither he

Will come to know his destiny.

Your vessels and your spells provide,

Your charms and everything beside.

I am for th’air. This night I’ll spend

Unto a dismal and a fatal end.

Great business must be wrought ere noon.

Upon the corner of the moon

There hangs a vap‘rous drop profound.

I’ll catch it ere it come to ground,

And that, distilled by magic sleights,

Shall raise such artificial sprites

As by the strength of their illusion

Shall draw him on to his confusion.

He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear

His hopes ’bove wisdom, grace, and fear;

And you all know security

Is mortals’ chiefest enemy.

SPIRITS (singing dispersedly within)

Come away, come away.

Hecate, Hecate, come away.

HECATE

Hark, I am called! My little spirit, see,

Sits in a foggy cloud and stays for me.

The Song

SPIRITS ⌈within⌉

Come away, come away,

Hecate, Hecate, come away.

HECATE

I come, I come, I come, I come,

With all the speed I may,

With all the speed I may.

Where’s Stadlin?

SPIRIT ⌈within⌉

Here.

HECATE

Where’s Puckle?

ANOTHER SPIRIT ⌈within⌉

Here.

OTHER SPIRITS ⌈within⌉

And Hoppo, too, and Hellwain, too,

We lack but you, we lack but you.

Come away, make up the count.

HECATE

I will but ’noint, and then I mount.

⌈Spirits appear above.⌉ A Spirit like a Cat descends

SPIRITS ⌈above⌉

There’s one comes down to fetch his dues,

A kiss, a coll, a sip of blood,

And why thou stay’st so long I muse, I muse,

Since the air’s so sweet and good.

HECATE

O, art thou come? What news, what news?

SPIRIT LIKE A CAT

All goes still to our delight. Either come, or else refuse, refuse.

HECATE Now I am furnished for the flight.

She ascends with the spirit and sings

Now I go, now I fly,

Malkin my sweet spirit and I.

⌈SPIRITS and HECATE⌉

O what a dainty pleasure ‘tis

To ride in the air

When the moon shines fair,

And sing, and dance, and toy, and kiss.

Over woods, high rocks and mountains,

Over seas and misty fountains,

Over steeples, towers and turrets,

We fly by night ’mongst troops of spirits.

No ring of bells to our ears sounds,

No howls of wolves, no yelps of hounds.

No, not the noise of waters-breach

Or cannons’ throat our height can reach.

SPIRITS ⌈abovel⌉

No ring of bells to our ears sounds,

No howls of wolves, no yelps of hounds.

No, not the noise of waters-breach

Or cannons’ throat our height can reach.

Exeunt into the heavens the

Spirit like a Cat and Hecate

FIRST WITCH

Come, let’s make haste. She’ll soon be back again.

Exeunt

3.6 Enter Lennox and another Lord

LENNOX

My former speeches have but hit your thoughts,

Which can interpret farther. Only I say

Things have been strangely borne. The gracious

Duncan

Was pitied of Macbeth: marry, he was dead;

And the right valiant Banquo walked too late,

Whom you may say, if’t please you, Fleance killed,

For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late.

Who cannot want the thought how monstrous

It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain

To kill their gracious father? Damned fact,

How it did grieve Macbeth! Did he not straight

In pious rage the two delinquents tear,

That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep?

Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too,

For ‘twould have angered any heart alive

To hear the men deny’t. So that I say

He has borne all things well, and I do think

That had he Duncan’s sons under his key—

As, an’t please heaven, he shall not—they should find

What ’twere to kill a father. So should Fleance.

But peace, for from broad words, and ’cause he failed

His presence at the tyrant’s feast, I hear

Macduff lives in disgrace. Sir, can you tell

Where he bestows himself?

LORD

The son of Duncan

From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth

Lives in the English court, and is received

Of the most pious Edward with such grace

That the malevolence of fortune nothing

Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduff

Is gone to pray the holy King upon his aid

To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward,

That by the help of these—with Him above

To ratify the work—we may again

Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights,

Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives,

Do faithful homage, and receive free honours,

All which we pine for now. And this report

Hath so exasperate their king that he

Prepares for some attempt of war.

LENNOX Sent he to Macduff?

LORD

He did, and with an absolute ‘Sir, not I,’

The cloudy messenger turns me his back

And hums, as who should say ‘You’ll rue the time

That clogs me with this answer.’

LENNOX

And that well might

Advise him to a caution t’hold what,distance

His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel

Fly to the court of England and unfold

His message ere he come, that a swift blessing

May soon return to this our suffering country

Under a hand accursed.

LORD

I’ll send my prayers with him. Exeunt

4.1 A Cauldron. Thunder. Enter the three Witches

FIRST WITCH

Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed.

SECOND WITCH

Thrice, and once the hedge-pig whined.

THIRD WITCH

Harpier cries “Tis time, ‘tis time.’

FIRST WITCH

Round about the cauldron go,

In the poisoned entrails throw.

Toad that under cold stone

Days and nights has thirty-one

Sweltered venom sleeping got,

Boil thou first i’th’ charmed pot.

ALL

Double, double, toil and trouble,

Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

SECOND WITCH

Fillet of a fenny snake,

In the cauldron boil and bake.

Eye of newt and toe of frog,

Wool of bat and tongue of dog,

Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting,

Lizard’s leg and owlet’s wing,

For a charm of powerful trouble,

Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

ALL

Double, double, toil and trouble,

Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

THIRD WITCH

Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,

Witches’ mummy, maw and gulf

Of the ravined salt-sea shark,

Root of hemlock digged i‘th’ dark,

Liver of blaspheming Jew,

Gall of goat, and slips of yew

Slivered in the moon’s eclipse,

Nose of Turk, and Tartar’s lips,

Finger of birth-strangled babe

Ditch-delivered by a drab,

Make the gruel thick and slab.

Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron

For th’ingredience of our cauldron.

ALL

Double, double, toil and trouble,

Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

SECOND WITCH

Cool it with a baboon’s blood,

Then the charm is firm and good.

Enter Hecate and the other three Witches

HECATE

O, well done! I commend your pains,

And everyone shall share i’th’ gains.

And now about the cauldron sing

Like elves and fairies in a ring,

Enchanting all that you put in.

Music and a song

HECATE

Black spirits and white, red spirits and grey,

Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may.

FOURTH WITCH

Titty, Tiffin, keep it stiff in;

Firedrake, Puckey, make it lucky;

Liard, Robin, you must bob in.

ALL Round, around, around, about, about,

All ill come running in, all good keep out.

FOURTH WITCH

Here’s the blood of a bat.

HECATE

Put in that, O put in that!

FIFTH WITCH

Here’s leopard’s bane.

HECATE

Put in a grain.

FOURTH WITCH

The juice of toad, the oil of adder.

FIFTH WITCH

Those will make the younker madder.

HECATE

Put in, there’s all, and rid the stench.

A WITCH

Nay, here’s three ounces of a red-haired wench.

ALL Round, around, around, about, about,

All ill come running in, all good keep out.

SECOND WITCH

By the pricking of my thumbs,

Something wicked this way comes.

⌈Knock within⌉

Open, locks, whoever knocks.

Enter Macbeth

MACBETH

How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags,

What is’t you do?

ALL THE WITCHES A deed without a name.

MACBETH

I conjure you by that which you profess,

Howe’er you come to know it, answer me.

Though you untie the winds and let them fight

Against the churches, though the yeasty waves

Confound and swallow navigation up,

Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down,

Though castles topple on their warders’ heads,

Though palaces and pyramids do slope

Their heads to their foundations, though the treasure

Of nature’s germens tumble all together

Even till destruction sicken, answer me

To what I ask you.

FIRST WITCH

Speak.

SECOND WITCH

Demand.

THIRD WITCH

We’ll answer.

FIRST WITCH

Say if thou’dst rather hear it from our mouths

Or from our masters.

MACBETH

Call ‘em, let me see ’em.

FIRST WITCH

Pour in sow’s blood that hath eaten 80

Her nine farrow; grease that’s sweaten

From the murderer’s gibbet throw

Into the flame.

ALL THE WITCHES

Come high or low,

Thyself and office deftly show.

Thunder. First Apparition: an armed head

MACBETH

Tell me, thou unknown power—

FIRST WITCH

He knows thy thought.

Hear his speech, but say thou naught.

FIRST APPARITION

Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth, beware Macduff,

Beware the Thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough.

Apparition descends

MACBETH

Whate’er thou art, for thy good caution thanks.

Thou hast harped my fear aright. But one word

more—

FIRST WITCH

He will not be commanded. Here’s another,

More potent than the first.

Thunder. Second Apparition: a bloody child

SECOND APPARITION Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth.

MACBETH Had I three ears I’d hear thee.

SECOND APPARITION

Be bloody, bold, and resolute. Laugh to scorn

The power of man, for none of woman born

Shall harm Macbeth.

Apparition descends

MACBETH

Then live, Macduff—what need I fear of thee?

But yet I’ll make assurance double sure,

And take a bond of fate thou shalt not live,

That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies,

And sleep in spite of thunder.

Thunder. Third Apparition: a child crowned, with a

tree in his hand

What is this

That rises like the issue of a king,

And wears upon his baby-brow the round

And top of sovereignty?

ALL THE WITCHES

Listen, but speak not to’t.

THIRD APPARITION

Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care

Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are.

Macbeth shall never vanquished be until

Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill

Shall come against him.

Apparition descends

MACBETH

That will never be.

Who can impress the forest, bid the tree

Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements, good!

Rebellious dead, rise never till the wood

Of Birnam rise, and on’s high place Macbeth

Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath

To time and mortal custom. Yet my heart

Throbs to know one thing. Tell me, if your art

Can tell so much, shall Banquo’s issue ever

Reign in this kingdom?

ALL THE WITCHES

Seek to know no more.

MACBETH

I will be satisfied. Deny me this,

And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know.

The cauldron sinks. Hautboys

Why sinks that cauldron? And what noise is this?

FIRST WITCH Show.

SECOND WITCH Show.

THIRD WITCH Show.

ALL THE WITCHES

Show his eyes and grieve his heart,

Come like shadows, so depart.

A show of eight kings, the last with a glass in his

hand; and Banquo

MACBETH

Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo. Down!

Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs. And thy hair,

Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first.

A third is like the former. Filthy hags,

Why do you show me this?—A fourth? Start, eyes!

What, will the line stretch out to th’ crack of doom?

Another yet? A seventh? I’ll see no more—

And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass

Which shows me many more; and some I see

That twofold balls and treble sceptres carry.

Horrible sight! Now I see ’tis true,

For the blood-baltered Banquo smiles upon me,

And points at them for his.

Exeunt kings and Banquo

What, is this so?

⌈HECATE⌉

Ay, sir, all this is so. But why

Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?

Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites,

And show the best of our delights.

I’ll charm the air to give a sound

While you perform your antic round,

That this great king may kindly say

Our duties did his welcome pay.

Music. The Witches dance, and vanish

MACBETH

Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour

Stand aye accursed in the calendar.

Come in, without there.

Enter Lennox

LENNOX

What’s your grace’s will?

MACBETH

Saw you the weird sisters?

LENNOX

No, my lord.

MACBETH

Came they not by you?

LENNOX

No, indeed, my lord.

MACBETH

Infected be the air whereon they ride,

And damned all those that trust them. I did hear

The galloping of horse. Who was’t came by?

LENNOX

’Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word

Macduff is fled to England.

MACBETH

Fled to England?

LENNOX Ay, my good lord.

MACBETH (aside)

Time, thou anticipat‘st my dread exploits.

The flighty purpose never is o’ertook

Unless the deed go with it. From this moment

The very firstlings of my heart shall be

The firstlings of my hand. And even now,

To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and

done: 165

The castle of Macduff I will surprise,

Seize upon Fife, give to th‘edge o’th’ 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.

But no more sights! (To Lennox) Where are these

gentlemen?

Come bring me where they are.

Exeunt