Aut. I know, you are now, sir, a gentleman born. Clo. Ay, and have been so any time these four hours. Shep. And so have I, boy. Cle. So you have:-but I was a gentleman born before my father: for the king's son took me by the hand, and called me, brother; and then the two kings called my father, brother; and then the prince, my brother, and the princess. my sister, called my father, father: and so we wept: and there was the first gentleman-like tears that ever we shed. Shep. We may live, son, to shed many more. Cla. Ay; or else 'twere hard luck, being in so pre posterous estate as we are. Aut. I humbly beseech you, sir, to pardon me all the faults I have coramitted to your worship, and to give me your good report to the prince my master. Shep. 'Pr'ythee, son, do; for we must be gentle, now we are gentlemen. Cla. Thou wilt amend thy life? Aut. Ay, an it like your good worship. Clo. Give me thy hand: I will swear to the prince, thou art as honest a true fellow as any is in Bohemia. Shep. You may say it, but not swear it. Cla. Not swear it, now I am a gentleman? Let boors and franklins say it, I'll swear it. Shep. How if it be false, son? Cla. If it be ne'er so false, a true gentleman may swear it, in the behalf of his friend :-And I'll swear to the prince, thou art a tall fellow of thy hands, and that thou wilt not be drunk; but I know, thou art no tall fellow of thy hands, and that thou wilt be drunk; but I'll swear it and I would, thou wouldst be a tall fellow of thy hands. Aut. I will prove so, sir, to my power. Cia. Ay, by any means prove a tall fellow: If I do not wonder, how thou darest venture to be drunk, not being a tall fellow, trust me not.-Hark! the kings and the princes, our kindred, are going to see the queen's picture. Come, follow us: we'll be thy good [Exeunt. masters. Pau. As she liv'd peerless, So her dead likeness, 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 see the life as lively mock'd, as ever Still sleep mock'd death: behold; and say, 'tis well. [Pau. undraws a curtain, and discovers a statue. I like your silence, it the more shows off Your wonder: But yet speak ;-first, you, my liege. Leo. As now she might have done, So much to my good comfort, as it is Let him, that was the cause of this, have power Indeed, my lord, Leo. Do not draw the curtain. Pau. No longer shall you gaze on't; lest your fancy May think anon, it moves. Leo. Let be, let be. Would I were dead, but that, methinks, already- Would you not deem, it breath'd? and that those veins Did verily bear blood? Pol. Masterly done: The very life seems warın upon her lip. Leo. The fixure of her eye has motion in't, As we are mock'd with art. Pau. I'll draw the curtain; My lord's almost so far transported, that He'll think anon, it lives. Leo. O sweet Paulina, [Music. 'Tis time; descend; be stone no more; approach; [Hermione comes down from the pedestal. O, she's warm! If this be magic, let it be an art Lawful as eating. Pol. She embraces him. Cam. She hangs about his neck; Thou should'st a husband take by my consent, And made between's hy vows. Thou hast found mine; [Embracing her. And son unto the king, (whom, heavens directing.) If she pertain to life, let her speak too. Pol. Ay, and make't manifest where she has liv'd, [Exeunt Show'd like a rebel's whore: But all's too weak: For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that name.) SCENE 1.- An open Place. Thunder and Lightning. Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, W Enter three Witches. 1 Witch. HEN shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? 2 Witch. When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won: 3 Witch. That will be ere set of sun. 1 Witch. Where the place? As two spent swimmers, that do cling together, And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald (Worthy to be a rebel; for, to that, The multiplying villanies of nature Do swarm upon him) from the western isles Of Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied; Aral fortune on bis damned quarrel smiling, Which smok'd with bloody execution, Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave; Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! Dun. Dismay'd not this Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look, That seems to speak things strange. Enter Macbeth and Banquo Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores?-What are these, So wither'd, and so wild in their attire; That look not like the inhabitants' the earth, From Fife, great king. And yet are on't-Live you? or are you aught God save the king! Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky, Norway himself, with terrible numbers, The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict: The victory fell on us ; Dun. Rosse. That now Great happiness! Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; Nor would we deign him burial of his men, Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' inch, Ten thousand dollars to our general use. Our bosom interest :-Go, pronounce his death, And with his former title greet Macbeth. That man may question? You seem to understand me, Macb. Speak, if you can;- What are you? 1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis! 2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, [Exeunt. Rosse. I'll see it done. Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. SCENE III-A Heath. Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? 2 Witch. Killing swine. 3 Witch. Sister, where thou? 1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd: Give me, quoth I: Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon eries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master of the Tiger: But in a sieve I'll thither sail, And, like a rat without a tail, I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do. 2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind. 1 Witch. Thou art kind. 3 Witch. And I another. 1 Witch. I myself have all the other; And the very ports they blow, I will drain him dry as hay: Sleep shall, neither night nor day, Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine, 2 Witch. Show me, show me. 1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd, as homeward he did come. [Drum within. 3 Witch. A drum, a drum; Macbeth doth come. All. The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not; Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate. 1 Witch. Hail! 2 Witch. Hait! 3 Witch. Hail! 1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. 3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo! 1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail! Mach. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis; But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman; and, to be king, Stands not within the prospect of belief, No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence You owe this strange intelligence? or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting?-Speak, I charge you. [Witches vanish Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them:-Whither are they vanish'd? Mach. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal Mach. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor: The greatest is behind.-Thanks for your pains.- That, trusted home, Win us with honest trifles, to betray us In deepest consequence. Cousins, a word, I pray you. As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentlemen. -This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill; cannot be good :-If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Are less than horrible imaginings: My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, But what is not. Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt. Mard. If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir. Ban. New honours come upon him Dun. There's no art, Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus. The sin of my ingratitude even now Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, Are to your throne and state, children, and servants; Safe toward your love and honour. I have begun to plant thee, and will labour And hold thee to my heart. The harvest is your own. There if I grow, My plenteous joys, Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, Not, unaccompanied, invest him only, But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine Mach. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you Like our strange garments; cleave not to their mould, The hearing of my wife with your approach; But with the aid of use. Come what come may; With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king.- So, humbly take my leave. My worthy Cawdor! Mach. The prince of Cumberland! That is a step, And in his commendations I am fed; [Exit. |