Chapter XXVI: Act IV: SCENE I. A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron.4314

_Thunder. Enter the three_ Witches.

_First Witch._ Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.

_Sec. Witch._ Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.[4315]

_Third Witch._ Harpier cries ''Tis time, 'tis time.'[4316]

_First Witch._ Round about the cauldron go:
In the poison'd entrails throw.[4317] 5
Toad, that under cold stone[4318]
Days and nights has thirty one[4319]
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,[4320]
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.

_All._ Double, double toil and trouble;[4321] 10
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

_Sec. Witch._ Fillet of a fenny snake,[4322]
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog, 15
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,[4323]
Lizard's leg and howlet's wing,[4324]
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

_All._ Double, double toil and trouble; 20
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

_Third Witch._ Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches' mummy, maw and gulf[4325]
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,[4326]
Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark, 25
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of goat and slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse,[4327]
Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe 30
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,[4328]
For the ingredients of our cauldron.[4329]

_All._ Double, double toil and trouble; 35
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

_Sec. Witch._ Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.

_Enter_ HECATE _to the other three_ Witches.[4330]

_Hec._ O, well done! I commend your pains;[4331]
And every one shall share i' the gains: 40
And now about the cauldron sing,
Like elves and fairies in a ring,
Enchanting all that you put in.

[_Music and a song_: 'Black spirits,' &c.
[_Hecate retires._[4332]

_Sec. Witch._ By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes: 45
Open, locks,[4333]
Whoever knocks![4333]

_Enter_ MACBETH.

_Macb._ How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags![4334]
What is't you do?

_All._ A deed without a name.

_Macb._ I conjure you, by that which you profess, 50
Howe'er you come to know it, answer me:
Though you untie the winds, and let them fight
Against the churches; though the yesty waves
Confound and swallow navigation up;
Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down;[4335] 55
Though castles topple on their warders' heads;[4336]
Though palaces and pyramids do slope[4337]
Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure
Of nature's germins tumble all together,[4338]
Even till destruction sicken; answer me 60
To what I ask you.

_First Witch._ Speak.

_Sec. Witch._ Demand.

_Third Witch._ We'll answer.

_First Witch._ Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths,[4339]
Or from our masters?[4340]

_Macb._ Call 'em, let me see 'em.

_First Witch._ Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten
Her nine farrow; grease that's sweaten[4341] 65
From the murderer's gibbet throw
Into the flame.

_All._ Come, high or low;
Thyself and office deftly show!

_Thunder. First_ Apparition: _an armed Head_.[4342]

_Macb._ Tell me, thou unknown power,--[4343]

_First Witch._ He knows thy thought:
Hear his speech, but say thou nought. 70

_First App._ Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff;[4344]
Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me: enough.[4345]

[_Descends._

_Macb._ Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution thanks;
Thou hast harp'd my fear aright: but one word more,--[4346]

_First Witch._ He will not be commanded: here's another, 75
More potent than the first.

_Thunder. Second_ Apparition: _a bloody Child_.[4347]

_Sec. App._ Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!

_Macb._ Had I three ears, I'ld hear thee.

_Sec. App._ Be bloody, bold and resolute; laugh to scorn[4348][4349]
The power of man, for none of woman born[4348] 80
Shall harm Macbeth.[4348] [_Descends._

_Macb._ Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee?
But yet I'll make assurance double sure,[4350]
And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live;
That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, 85
And sleep in spite of thunder.

_Thunder. Third_ Apparition: _a Child crowned, with a tree in his hand_.

What is this,[4351][4352]
That rises like the issue of a king,[4351]
And wears upon his baby-brow the round
And top of sovereignty?

_All._ Listen, but speak not to 't.[4353]

_Third App._ Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care[4354] 90
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are:
Macbeth shall never vanquished be until
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill[4355]
Shall come against him. [_Descends._[4356]

_Macb._ That will never be:
Who can impress the forest, bid the tree 95
Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements! good!
Rebellion's head, rise never, till the wood[4357]
Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth[4358]
Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath
To time and mortal custom. Yet my heart[4359] 100
Throbs to know one thing: tell me, if your art
Can tell so much: shall Banquo's issue ever[4360]
Reign in this kingdom?

_All._ Seek to know no more.

_Macb._ I will be satisfied: deny me this,
And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know:[4361][4362] 105
Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this?[4362]

[_Hautboys._[4363]

_First Witch._ Show!

_Sec. Witch._ Show!

_Third Witch._ Show!

_All._ Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;[4359] 110
Come like shadows, so depart!

_A show of eight_ Kings, _the last with a glass in his hand; Banquo's_
_Ghost following._[4364]

_Macb._ Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo: down!
Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls. And thy hair,[4365]
Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first.[4366]
A third is like the former. Filthy hags! 115
Why do you show me this? A fourth! Start, eyes![4367]
What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
Another yet! A seventh! I'll see no more:
And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass[4368]
Which shows me many more; and some I see 120
That two-fold balls and treble sceptres carry:
Horrible sight! Now I see 'tis true;[4369]
For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me,
And points at them for his. What, is this so?[4370]

_First Witch._ Ay, sir, all this is so: but why[4371][4372] 125
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?[4348]
Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites,[4348][4373]
And show the best of our delights:[4348]
I'll charm the air to give a sound,[4348]
While you perform your antic round,[4348][4374] 130
That this great king may kindly say[4348]
Our duties did his welcome pay.[4348]

[_Music. The Witches dance, and then vanish, with Hecate._[4375]

_Macb._ Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour[4376]
Stand aye accursed in the calendar!
Come in, without there!

_Enter_ LENNOX.

_Len._ What's your grace's will? 135

_Macb._ Saw you the weird sisters?[4377]

_Len._ No, my lord.

_Macb._ Came they not by you?

_Len._ No indeed, my lord.

_Macb._ Infected be the air whereon they ride,
And damn'd all those that trust them! I did hear
The galloping of horse: who was't came by? 140

_Len._ 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word
Macduff is fled to England.

_Macb._ Fled to England!

_Len._ Ay, my good lord.

_Macb._ [_Aside_] Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits:[4378]
The flighty purpose never is o'ertook 145
Unless the deed go with it: from this moment
The very firstlings of my heart shall be[4379]
The firstlings of my hand. And even now,[4380]
To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done:[4381]
The castle of Macduff I will surprise; 150
Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' the sword
His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls[4382]
That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool;[4383]
This deed I'll do before this purpose cool:[4384]
But no more sights!--Where are these gentlemen?[4385] 155
Come, bring me where they are. [_Exeunt._

SCENE II. _Fife. Macduff's castle._[4386]

_Enter_ LADY MACDUFF, _her_ Son, _and_ ROSS.[4387]

_L. Macd._ What had he done, to make him fly the land?[4388]

_Ross._ You must have patience, madam.

_L. Macd._ He had none:
His flight was madness: when our actions do not,
Our fears do make us traitors.

_Ross._ You know not
Whether it was his wisdom or his fear. 5

_L. Macd._ Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes,
His mansion and his titles, in a place
From whence himself does fly? He loves us not;
He wants the natural touch: for the poor wren,
The most diminutive of birds, will fight,[4389] 10
Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
All is the fear and nothing is the love;
As little is the wisdom, where the flight
So runs against all reason.

_Ross._ My dearest coz,[4390]
I pray you, school yourself: but, for your husband, 15
He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows[4391]
The fits o' the season. I dare not speak much further:[4392]
But cruel are the times, when we are traitors
And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour[4393][4394]
From what we fear, yet know not what we fear,[4394] 20
But float upon a wild and violent sea[4395]
Each way and move. I take my leave of you:[4396]
Shall not be long but I'll be here again:[4397]
Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward
To what they were before. My pretty cousin, 25
Blessing upon you![4398]

_L. Macd._ Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless.[4398][4399]

_Ross._ I am so much a fool, should I stay longer,[4398]
It would be my disgrace and your discomfort:[4398]
I take my leave at once.[4398] [_Exit._

_L. Macd._ Sirrah, your father's dead:[4400] 30
And what will you do now? How will you live?

_Son._ As birds do, mother.

_L. Macd._ What, with worms and flies?[4401]

_Son._ With what I get, I mean; and so do they.[4402]

_L. Macd._ Poor bird! thou'ldst never fear the net nor lime,[4403]
The pitfall nor the gin.[4404] 35

_Son._ Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set
for.[4404][4405]
My father is not dead, for all your saying.[4404][4406]

_L. Macd._ Yes, he is dead: how wilt thou do for a father?[4404][4407]

_Son._ Nay, how will you do for a husband?[4404]

_L. Macd._ Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.[4404] 40

_Son._ Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.[4404][4408]

_L. Macd._ Thou speak'st with all thy wit, and yet, i'
faith,[4404][4409][4410]
With wit enough for thee.[4404][4410]

_Son._ Was my father a traitor, mother?

_L. Macd._ Ay, that he was. 45

_Son._ What is a traitor?

_L. Macd._ Why, one that swears and lies.

_Son._ And be all traitors that do so?[4411]

_L. Macd._ Every one that does so is a traitor, and must[4412]
be hang'd.[4412] 50

_Son._ And must they all be hang'd that swear and lie?

_L. Macd._ Every one.

_Son._ Who must hang them?

_L. Macd._ Why, the honest men.[4413]

_Son._ Then the liars and swearers are fools; for there 55
are liars and swearers enow to beat the honest men and[4414]
hang up them.

_L. Macd._ Now, God help thee, poor monkey! But how[4415][4416]
wilt thou do for a father?[4416]

_Son._ If he were dead, you'd weep for him: if you would 60
not, it were a good sign that I should quickly have a new
father.

_L. Macd._ Poor prattler, how thou talk'st![4417]

_Enter a_ Messenger.

_Mess._ Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known,
Though in your state of honour I am perfect. 65
I doubt some danger does approach you nearly:
If you will take a homely man's advice,
Be not found here; hence, with your little ones.[4418]
To fright you thus, methinks I am too savage;[4418]
To do worse to you were fell cruelty,[4419] 70
Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you!
I dare abide no longer. [_Exit._[4420]

_L. Macd._ Whither should I fly?
I have done no harm. But I remember now[4421]
I am in this earthly world, where to do harm[4422]
Is often laudable, to do good sometime 75
Accounted dangerous folly: why then, alas,
Do I put up that womanly defence,
To say I have done no harm?--What are these faces?[4423]

_Enter_ Murderers.

_First Mur._ Where is your husband?[4424]

_L. Macd._ I hope, in no place so unsanctified 80
Where such as thou mayst find him.

_First Mur._ He's a traitor.

_Son._ Thou liest, thou shag-ear'd villain![4425]

_First Mur._ What, you egg!

[_Stabbing him._

Young fry of treachery!

_Son._ He has kill'd me, mother:[4426]
Run away, I pray you![4427] [_Dies._

[_Exit Lady Macduff, crying_'Murder!' _Exeunt murderers,
following her._

SCENE III. _England. Before the King's palace._[4428]

_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[4429]
New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows 5
Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds
As if it felt with Scotland and yell'd out
Like syllable of dolour.[4430]

_Mal._ What I believe, I'll wail;
What know, believe; and what I can redress,
As I shall find the time to friend, I will. 10
What you have spoke, it may be so perchance.
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,
Was once thought honest: you have loved him well;
He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young; but something[4431]
You may deserve of him through me; and wisdom[4432] 15
To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb[4433]
To appease an angry god.

_Macd._ I am not treacherous.

_Mal._ But Macbeth is.
A good and virtuous nature may recoil
In an imperial charge. But I shall crave your pardon;[4434] 20
That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose:
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell:
Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,[4435]
Yet grace must still look so.[4436]

_Macd._ I have lost my hopes.

_Mal._ Perchance even there where I did find my doubts.[4437] 25
Why in that rawness left you wife and child,[4438]
Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,
Without leave-taking? I pray you,[4439]
Let not my jealousies be your dishonours,
But mine own safeties. You may be rightly just, 30
Whatever I shall think.

_Macd._ Bleed, bleed, poor country:
Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
For goodness dare not check thee: wear thou thy wrongs;[4440]
The title is affeer'd. Fare thee well, lord:[4441]
I would not be the villain that thou think'st[4442] 35
For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp
And the rich East to boot.

_Mal._ Be not offended:
I speak not as in absolute fear of you.
I think our country sinks beneath the yoke;
It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash 40
Is added to her wounds: I think withal
There would be hands uplifted in my right;
And here from gracious England have I offer
Of goodly thousands: but for all this,[4443]
When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, 45
Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country
Shall have more vices than it had before,
More suffer and more sundry ways than ever,
By him that shall succeed.

_Macd._ What should he be?

_Mal._ It is myself I mean: in whom I know 50
All the particulars of vice so grafted
That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth[4444]
Will seem as pure as snow, and the poor state
Esteem him as a lamb, being compared
With my confineless harms.

_Macd._ Not in the legions 55
Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd
In evils to top Macbeth.[4445]

_Mal._ I grant him bloody,
Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,
Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin[4446]
That has a name: but there's no bottom, none, 60
In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daughters,
Your matrons and your maids, could not fill up
The cistern of my lust, and my desire[4447]
All continent impediments would o'erbear,
That did oppose my will: better Macbeth 65
Than such an one to reign.[4448]

_Macd._ Boundless intemperance
In nature is a tyranny; it hath been
The untimely emptying of the happy throne,
And fall of many kings. But fear not yet
To take upon you what is yours: you may 70
Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty,[4449]
And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink:[4450]
We have willing dames enough; there cannot be[4451]
That vulture in you, to devour so many
As will to greatness dedicate themselves, 75
Finding it so inclined.

_Mal._ With this there grows
In my most ill-composed affection such
A stanchless avarice that, were I king,
I should cut off the nobles for their lands,
Desire his jewels and this other's house: 80
And my more-having would be as a sauce
To make me hunger more, that I should forge
Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal,[4452]
Destroying them for wealth.

_Macd._ This avarice
Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root[4453] 85
Than summer-seeming lust, and it hath been[4454]
The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear;
Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will[4455]
Of your mere own: all these are portable,[4456]
With other graces weigh'd. 90

_Mal._ But I have none: the king-becoming graces,
As justice, verity, temperance, stableness,
Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,
Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,
I have no relish of them, but abound 95
In the division of each several crime,
Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,[4457]
Uproar the universal peace, confound[4458]
All unity on earth.

_Macd._ O Scotland, Scotland! 100

_Mal._ If such a one be fit to govern, speak:
I am as I have spoken.

_Macd._ Fit to govern![4459]
No, not to live. O nation miserable![4459]
With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd,
When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again, 105
Since that the truest issue of thy throne
By his own interdiction stands accursed,[4460]
And does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal father
Was a most sainted king: the queen that bore thee,
Oftener upon her knees than on her feet, 110
Died every day she lived. Fare thee well![4461]
These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself
Have banish'd me from Scotland. O my breast,[4462]
Thy hope ends here!

_Mal._ Macduff, this noble passion,
Child of integrity, hath from my soul 115
Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts
To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth[4463]
By many of these trains hath sought to win me
Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me
From over-credulous haste: but God above 120
Deal between thee and me! for even now
I put myself to thy direction, and
Unspeak mine own detraction; here abjure[4464]
The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
For strangers to my nature. I am yet 125
Unknown to woman, never was forsworn,[4465]
Scarcely have coveted what was mine own,
At no time broke my faith, would not betray
The devil to his fellow, and delight
No less in truth than life: my first false speaking 130
Was this upon myself: what I am truly,
Is thine and my poor country's to command:
Whither indeed, before thy here-approach,[4466]
Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men,[4467]
Already at a point, was setting forth.[4468] 135
Now we'll together, and the chance of goodness[4469]
Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent?[4470]

_Macd._ Such welcome and unwelcome things at once
'Tis hard to reconcile.

_Enter a_ Doctor.

_Mal._ Well, more anon. Comes the king forth, I pray you?[4471] 140

_Doct._ Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls
That stay his cure: their malady convinces[4472]
The great assay of art; but at his touch,
Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand,
They presently amend.

_Mal._ I thank you, doctor. [_Exit Doctor._[4473] 145

_Macd._ What's the disease he means?

_Mal._ 'Tis call'd the evil:
A most miraculous work in this good king;
Which often, since my here-remain in England,[4474]
I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven,[4475]
Himself best knows: but strangely-visited people,[4476] 150
All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye,
The mere despair of surgery, he cures,
Hanging a golden stamp about their necks,
Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken,
To the succeeding royalty he leaves 155
The healing benediction. With this strange virtue
He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy,
And sundry blessings hang about his throne
That speak him full of grace.

_Enter_ ROSS.[4477]

_Macd._ See, who comes here?

_Mal._ My countryman; but yet I know him not. 160

_Macd._ My ever gentle cousin, welcome hither.

_Mal._ I know him now: good God, betimes remove[4478]
The means that makes us strangers![4479]

_Ross._ Sir, amen.

_Macd._ Stands Scotland where it did?

_Ross._ Alas, poor country!
Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot 165
Be call'd our mother, but our grave: where nothing,[4480]
But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile;
Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air,[4481]
Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems
A modern ecstasy: the dead man's knell[4482] 170
Is there scarce ask'd for who; and good men's lives[4483]
Expire before the flowers in their caps,
Dying or ere they sicken.[4484]

_Macd._ O, relation
Too nice, and yet too true![4485]

_Mal._ What's the newest grief?[4485][4486]

_Ross._ That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker; 175
Each minute teems a new one.

_Macd._ How does my wife?

_Ross._ Why, well.

_Macd._ And all my children?

_Ross._ Well too.

_Macd._ The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace?

_Ross._ No; they were well at peace when I did leave 'em.

_Macd._ Be not a niggard of your speech: how goes 't?[4487] 180

_Ross._ When I came hither to transport the tidings,
Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour
Of many worthy fellows that were out;
Which was to my belief witness'd the rather,
For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot: 185
Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland
Would create soldiers, make our women fight,[4488]
To doff their dire distresses.

_Mal._ Be't their comfort
We are coming thither: gracious England hath[4489]
Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men;[4490] 190
An older and a better soldier none
That Christendom gives out.

_Ross._ Would I could answer
This comfort with the like! But I have words
That would be howl'd out in the desert air,
Where hearing should not latch them.

_Macd._ What concern they?[4491][4492] 195
The general cause? or is it a fee-grief[4492]
Due to some single breast?

_Ross._ No mind that's honest
But in it shares some woe, though the main part
Pertains to you alone.

_Macd._ If it be mine,
Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. 200

_Ross._ Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever,
Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound
That ever yet they heard.

_Macd._ Hum! I guess at it.[4493]

_Ross._ Your castle is surprised; your wife and babes
Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner, 205
Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer,
To add the death of you.

_Mal._ Merciful heaven!
What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows;
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. 210

_Macd._ My children too?

_Ross._ Wife, children, servants, all[4494]
That could be found.[4494]

_Macd._ And I must be from thence![4494]
My wife kill'd too?[4494]

_Ross._ I have said.[4495]

_Mal._ Be comforted:
Let's make us medicines of our great revenge,
To cure this deadly grief. 215

_Macd._ He has no children. All my pretty ones?[4496]
Did you say all? O hell-kite! All?[4497][4498][4499]
What, all my pretty chickens and their dam[4498]
At one fell swoop?[4498]

_Mal._ Dispute it like a man.

_Macd._ I shall do so;[4500] 220
But I must also feel it as a man:
I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on,
And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff,
They were all struck for thee! naught that I am,[4501] 225
Not for their own demerits, but for mine,
Fell slaughter on their souls: heaven rest them now!

_Mal._ Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief
Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.[4502]

_Macd._ O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, 230
And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heavens,[4503]
Cut short all intermission; front to front
Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself;[4504]
Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape,
Heaven forgive him too!

_Mal._ This tune goes manly.[4505] 235
Come, go we to the king; our power is ready;
Our lack is nothing but our leave. Macbeth
Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above
Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may;
The night is long that never finds the day. [_Exeunt._ 240

FOOTNOTES:

[4314] ACT IV. SCENE I.] Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima. F1. Actus Quintus ... F2 F3 F4.

A ... cauldron.] Capell, substantially. A dark Cave, in the middle a great Cauldron burning. Rowe.

[4315] _Thrice and_] Staunton and Delius. _Thrice, and_ Ff. _Twice, and_ Theobald. _Thrice; and_ Steevens (1778).

_hedge-pig_] _Hedge-Pigge_ F1. _Hedges Pigge_ F2. _Hedges Pig_ F3 F4.

[4316] _Harpier_] _Harper_ Pope. _Hark, her_ Jackson conj. _Harpy_ Steevens conj.

_cries 'Tis_] _cries, 'tis_ Ff. _cries--'tis_ Steevens (1773). _cries:--'tis_ Steevens (1778).

[4317] _entrails_] _entremes_ Warburton conj.

[They march round the Cauldron, and throw in the several Ingredients as for the Preparation of their Charm. Rowe.

[4318] _Toad, that_] _This toad, which_ Davenant's version. _Toadstool_, Bullock conj.

_under cold_] _under mossy_ Davenant's version. _under the cold_ Rowe (ed. 2). _under coldest_ Steevens (1793). _under a cold_ Staunton conj. _underneath cold_ Keightley. _under cold cold_ Anon. conj. _under some cold_ Anon. conj.

[4319] _has_] F3 F4. _ha's_ F1 F2. _hast_ Hanmer.

_one_] _one_, Pope. _one_: Ff.

[4320] _venom sleeping_] _venom, sleeping_ Delius.

[4321] _Double, double_] Steevens. _Double, double_, Ff.

[4322] Sec. Witch.] 2. Ff. 1 Witch. Pope (ed. 2).

[4323] _blind-worm's_] _blind-worm_ Pope.

[4324] _howlet's_] _owlet's_ Pope.

[4325] _Witches'_] Theobald (ed. 2). _Witches_ Ff. _Witch's_ Singer.

[4326] _ravin'd_] _ravening_ Pope. _ravin_ Rann (Mason conj.).

_salt-sea shark_] Capell. _salt Sea sharke_ Ff. _salt sea-shark_ Pope.

[4327] _Sliver'd_] _Silver'd_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[4328] _chaudron_] _chawdron_ Ff. _chauldron_ Keightley.

[4329] _ingredients_] Rowe. _Ingredience_ Ff.

_cauldron_] F3 F4. _cawdron_ F1 F2.

[4330] Enter ...] Edd. (Globe ed.). Enter Hecat, and the other three Witches. Ff (Hecate, F3 F4). Enter Hecate, and other three Witches. Rowe. Enter Hecate, and other Witches. Collier. Enter Hecate. Dyce (Ritson conj.).

[4331] _O_] om. Anon. conj.

[4332] _Black spirits_, &c.] See note (VIII).

[Hecate retires.] Edd. (Globe ed.). Exit Hecate. Dyce. om. Ff.

[4333] _Open ... knocks!_] As in Dyce. One line in Ff.

[4334] SCENE II. Pope.

[4335] _bladed_] _bleaded_ Collier (Collier MS.). _bearded_ Beisly conj.

[4336] _on_] _o'er_ Collier MS.

[4337] _slope_] _stoop_ Capell conj.

[4338] _germins_] Theobald. _germaine_ F1 F2. _germain_ F3 F4. _germains_ Pope. _germen_ Delius.

_all together_] Pope. _altogether_ Ff.

[4339] _thou'dst_] Capell. _th' hadst_ Ff.

[4340] _masters?_] Pope. _masters._ Ff. _masters'?_ Capell. _'em ... 'em_] _them ... them_ Capell.

[4341] _grease_] Pope. _greaze_ F1. _greace_ F2 F3 F4. _grace_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[4342] First Apparition ...] 1. Apparation, an Armed Head. Ff (Apparition, F3 F4). Apparition of an armed Head rises. Rowe.

[4343] _power,--_] _power--_ Rowe. _power._ Ff.

[4344] _Macbeth ... Macduff_] One line in Rowe. Two in Ff.

[4345] [Descends.] Rowe. He Descends. Ff.

[4346] _Thou hast_] _Thou'st_ Pope.

_harp'd_] _happ'd_ Becket conj.

_more,--_] _more--_ Rowe. _more._ Ff.

[4347] Second Apparition ...] 2 Apparition, a Bloody Childe. Ff. Apparition of a bloody Child rises. Rowe.

[4348] _Be ... Macbeth._] In Reed (1803) the lines end _bold, ... man, ... Macbeth._

[4349] _Be ... scorn_] One line in Rowe. Two in Ff.

[4350] _assurance double_] Pope, _assurance: double_ F1. _assurance, double_ F2 F3 F4.

[4351] _What ... king_,] As in Rowe. One line in Ff.

[4352] Third ...] 3 Apparation ... hand. Ff (Apparition, F3 F4). Apparition of ... rises. Rowe.

[4353] _top_] _type_ Theobald conj.

_to 't_] om. Pope.

[4354] _lion-mettled_] Hyphen inserted by Pope.

[4355] _Birnam_] F4. _Byrnam_ F1 F2 F3.

_high Dunsinane_] _high Dunsmane_ F4. _Dunsinane's high_ Pope.

[4356] [Descends.] Rowe. Descend. Ff.

[4357] _Rebellion's head_] Hanmer (Theobald conj.). _Rebellious dead_ Ff. _Rebellious head_ Theobald (Warburton).

[4358] _Birnam_] F4. _Byrnan_ F1. _Byrnam_ F2 F3.

[4359] _heart_] _hart_ F1.

[4360] [The Cauldron sinks into the ground. Rowe.

[4361] [Thunder; and the Cauldron sinks. Horrid Musick. Capell.

[4362] _know: Why_] _know Why_ S. Walker conj.

[4363] [Hautboys.] Hoboyes. F1 F2 F3. Hoboys. F4.

[4364] A show....] A show of eight Kings, and Banquo last, with a glasse in his hand. Ff. Eight Kings appear and pass over in order, and Banquo last, with a Glass in his Hand. Rowe. Eight ... order, and Banquo; the last, with a glass in his hand. Theobald. Eight ... order, the last holding a glass in his hand: with Banquo following them Hanmer.

[4365] _eye-balls. And thy hair_,] _eye-balls; and thy hair._ Collier MS.

_hair_] _haire_ Ff. _air_ Warburton (Johnson). _heir_ Jackson conj.

[4366] _is_] _art_ Collier MS.

[4367] _eyes_] F1. _eye_ F2 F3 F4.

[4368] _eighth_] F3 F4. _eight_ F1 F2.

[4369] _Now_] _nay now_ Pope. _Ay, now_ Steevens (1793).

[4370] _What, is_] Pope. _What? is_ F1. _What is_ F2 F3 F4.

[4371] First Witch.] Hec. Edd. conj.

[4372] _Ay, ... pay._] Omit as spurious. Anon. conj.

[4373] _sprites_] _sprights_ Ff.

[4374] _antic_] _antick_ Theobald. _antique_ Ff.

[4375] The Witches ... Hecate.] Edd. (Globe ed.). The Witches Dance, and vanish. Ff.

[4376] _Where ... hour_] One line in Rowe. Two in Ff.

[4377] _weird_] Theobald. _weyard_ F1. _wizard_ F2 F3. _wizards_ F4.

_sisters_] _sihers_ F2.

[4378] [Aside] Johnson.

[4379] _firstlings_] F1. _firstling_ F2 F3 F4.

[4380] _firstlings_] _firstling_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[4381] _be it_] _be' t_ Pope.

[4382] _unfortunate_] _th' unfortunate_ Heath conj.

[4383] _him in_] om. Johnson conj.

_No ... fool_;] Omit as spurious, ending lines 153, 154 _do ... sights!_ and reading _Where ... are_ as prose. Anon. conj.

[4384] _this purpose_] _the purpose_ Hanmer.

[4385] _sights_] _flights_ Collier (Collier MS. and Singer MS.). _sprites_ Grant White.

[4386] SCENE II.] SCENE III. Pope.

Fife. Macduff's castle.] Macduff's Castle at Fife. Theobald. Macduff's Castle. Rowe.

[4387] Enter Lady Macduff....] Rowe. Enter Macduffes Wife.... Ff.

[4388] L. Macd.] Wife. Ff (and throughout).

[4389] _diminutive_] F4. _diminitive_ F1 F3. _diminiuive_ F2.

[4390] _My ... coz_] _Dearest cousin_ Pope. _My dearest cousin_ Theobald.

[4391] _He is_] _He's_ Pope.

[4392] _The fits o'_] _What fits_ or _That fits_ Anon. conj.

_season_] _time_ Pope.

[4393] _know_] _know't_ Hanmer.

[4394] _we hold rumour ... we_] _we bode ruin ... we_ or _the bold running ... they_ Johnson conj.

_rumour ... fear, yet_] _fear From rumor, and yet_ Becket conj.

[4395] _float upon_] _floating on_ Jackson conj.

[4396] _Each ... move._] _Each way and wave._ Theobald conj. _And move each way._ Capell. _And each way move._ Keightley (Steevens conj.). _Each way, and move--_ Johnson conj. _Each wail and moan._ Jackson conj. _Which way we move._ Ingleby conj. _And move each wave._ Anon. conj.

[4397] _Shall_] _'T shall_ Hanmer. _It shall_ Keightley.

[4398] _Blessing ... discomfort_:] S. Walker would end the lines _yet ... fool-- ... disgrace, ... discomfort._

[4399] _Father'd ... fatherless_] One line in Rowe. Two in Ff.

[4400] [Exit.] Exit Rosse. Ff.

[4401] _with_] _on_ Pope.

[4402] _With_] _On_ Pope.

_I mean_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[4403] _Poor ... lime_,] One line in Theobald. Two in Ff.

_lime_] F1. _line_ F2 F3 F4.

[4404] _The ... thee._] Capell ends the lines _mother?... father's ... dead: ... Nay, ... buy me ... buy 'em ... wit; ... thee._

[4405] _Why ... for._] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[4406] _My father is_] _But my father's_ Capell, reading _Poor ... father's_ as one line.

[4407] _Yes ... father?_] One line in Rowe. Two in Ff.

_do_] _do now_ Capell.

[4408] _buy_] F3 F4. _by_ F1 F2.

[4409] _with all_] F2 F3 F4. _withall_ F1.

[4410] _and yet ... thee._] As in Pope. One line in Ff.

[4411] _so?_] F3 F4. _so._ F1 F2.

[4412] _Every ... hang'd_.] Prose in Pope. Two lines in Ff.

[4413] _the_] om. F3 F4.

[4414] _enow_] _enough_ Capell.

[4415] _Now_] om. F4.

[4416] _Now, God ... father?_] Prose first in Pope. Two lines in Ff.

[4417] L. Macd.] Wife. F1 F3 F4. Son. F2.

[4418] _ones. To ... thus_,] _ones: To ... thus,_ F2 F3 F4. _ones To ... thus._ F1.

[4419] _worse to you_] _less, to you_ Hanmer. _worship to you_ Warburton. _less to you,_ Capell.

[4420] [Exit.] Exit Messenger. Ff.

_Whither_] F3 F4. _Whether_ F1 F2.

[4421] _I have_] _I've_ Pope.

[4422] _I am_] _I'm_ Pope.

[4423] _To say ... faces?_] One line in Rowe. Two in Ff.]

_I have_] F1. _I had_ F2 F3 F4. _I'ad_ Pope. _I'd_ Theobald.

[4424] First Mur.] 1. M. Capell. Mur. Ff.

[4425] _shag-ear'd_] F3 F4. _shagge-ear'd_ F1 F2. _shag-hair'd_ Dyce (Steevens conj.).

[Stabbing him.] Rowe. om. Ff.

[4426] _He has_] _H' as_ Pope.

[4427] _I pray_] _pray_ Pope.

[Dies.] Capell. om. Ff.

[Exit ...] Edd. (Globe ed.). Exit L. Macduff, crying Murther; Murtherers pursue her. Theobald. Exit crying Murther. Ff.

[4428] SCENE III.] SCENE IV. Pope.

England. Before ...] Dyce. The King of England's Palace. Rowe. A Room in Edward the Confessor's Palace. Capell. England. Steevens.

[4429] _down-fall'n_] _downfaln_ Warburton (Johnson). _downfall_ F1 F2 F3. _downfal_ F4. _down-fall_ Capell.

_birthdom_] Johnson, _birthdome_ F1 F2 F3. _birth-dome_ F4. _birth-doom_ Pope. _birth-dame_ Johnson conj.

[4430] _syllable_] _syllables_ Pope.

[4431] _I am_] _I'm_ Pope.

[4432] _deserve_] Theobald (Walburton). _discerne_ F1 F2. _discern_ F3 F4.

_of him_] om. Steevens conj.

_and wisdom_] _'tis wisdom_ Hanmer. _and wisdom is it_ Steevens conj. _and 'tis wisdom_ Collier conj. _and wisdom 'tis_ or _and wisdom bids_ Staunton conj. _and wisdom 'twere_ Keightley.

[4433] _To offer_] _'Tis t' offer_ Nicholson conj.

[4434] _But ... crave_] _I crave_ Pope. _But 'crave_ Steevens (1793).

[4435] _wear_] _bear_ F4.

[4436] _still look_] _look still_ Theobald (ed. 2).

_I have_] _I've_ Pope.

[4437] _Perchance ... doubts._] One line in Rowe. Two in Ff.

[4438] _child_] _childe_ F1. _children_ F2 F3F4.

[4439] _Without_] _Without so much as_ Anon. conj.

_I pray you_] om. Pope. _pray you_ S. Walker conj. _O Macduff, I pray you_ Anon. conj.

[4440] _dare_] F1F2. _dares_ F3F4.

[4441] _The_] Ff. _His_ Pope. _Thy_ Malone.

_affeer'd_] Steevens, 1793 (Heath conj.). _affear'd_ F1F2. _afear'd_ F3. _afeard_ F4. _assur'd_ or _affirm'd_ S. Walker conj. _affeered_ Keightley.

_Fare_] _Far_ F1.

[4442] _think'st_] _think'st me_ Keightley.

[4443] _Of_] _Of aid of_ Keightley.

_but_] _but yet_ Hanmer.

[4444] _open'd_] _ripen'd_ Collier MS.

[4445] _evils_] _ills_ Pope.

Mal.] F1. Macb. F2 F3 F4.

[4446] _smacking_] F1 _smoaking_ F2 F3 F4.

_every_] _each_ Pope.

[4447] _cistern_] F3 F4. _cesterne_F1 F2.

[4448] _an_] _a_ Capell.

_Boundless_] om. Steevens conj.

[4449] _Convey_] _Enjoy_ Singer, ed. 2 (Collier MS.).

[4450] _cold, the ... hoodwink_:] Theobald. _cold. The ... hoodwinke_: Ff. _cold. The ... hoodwink,_ Rowe. _cold: the ... hoodwink:_ Pope.

[4451] _We have_] _We've_ Pope.

[4452] _loyal_] _royal_ Pope.

[4453] _Sticks_] _Strikes_ Hanmer (Theobald conj.).

[4454] _summer-seeming_] _summer-teeming_ Theobald (Warburton). _summer-seeding_ Rann (Heath conj.). _fume, or seething_ Johnson conj. _summer-sinning_ Jackson conj. _summer-seaming_ Staunton conj.

[4455] _foisons_] _foysons_ F1 F2. _poison_ F3 F4. _foison_ Anon. conj.

[4456] _portable_] _bearable_ A. Hunter.

[4457] _Pour ... hell_] _Sow'r ... hate_ Hanmer _Sour ... hell_ Jackson conj.

[4458] _Uproar_] F3 F4. _Uprore_ F1 F2. _Uproot_ Keightley.

[4459] _Fit ... miserable!_] As in Pope. One line in Ff.

[4460] _accursed_] _accurst_ F2 F3 F4. _accust_ F1.

[4461] _lived_] _liv'd_ Ff.

_Fare_] _Oh fare_ Pope.

[4462] _Have_] Rowe. _Hath_ Ff.

[4463] _thy_] _this_ Hanmer (1745).

[4464] _detraction_] _detractions_ Capell. conj.

[4465] _woman_] F1. _women_ F2 F3 F4.

_forsworn_] _forsworne_ F1. _forswore_ F2 F3 F4. _yet forsworn_ Hanmer (1745).

[4466] _Whither_] _Whether_ F4.

_thy_] _they_ F1.

_here-approach_] Hyphen inserted by Pope.

[4467] _Siward_] Theobald. _Seyward_ Ff.

[4468] _Already_] Ff. _All ready_ Rowe.

_at a point_] _at appoint_ Warburton.

_forth_] F1. _foorth?_ F2. _forth?_ F3 F4.

[4469] _the chance of goodness_] _our chance, in goodness_ Hanmer. _the chance, O goodness,_ Johnson conj. _the chain of goodness_ Jackson conj.

[4470] _Be like_] _Be-link_ Jackson conj. _Belike_ Staunton.

_-warranted_] _unwarranted_ Capell (corrected in MS.).

[4471] SCENE V. Pope.

_Well ... you?_] As in Rowe. Two lines in Ff.

[4472] _convinces_] _defeats_ A. Hunter.

[4473] [Exit Doctor.] Capell. Exit. Ff, after _amend._

[4474] _here-remain_] Hyphen inserted by Pope.

[4475] _I have_] _I've_ Pope.

[4476] _strangely-visited_] Hyphen inserted by Pope.

[4477] SCENE VI. Pope.

[4478] _God, betimes_] Capell. _God betimes_ Ff.

[4479] _The means_] Twice in F2 F3 F4.

_makes_] _make_ Hanmer.

[4480] _nothing_] _no one_ A. Hunter.

[4481] _rend_] Rowe. _rent_ Ff.

[4482] _dead man's_] Johnson, _dead-mans_ F1 F2. _dead-man's_ F3 F4.

[4483] _for who_;] _for whom?_ Pope.

[4484] _Dying_] _Die_ A. Hunter.

_or ere_] _or e'er_ Rowe.

_O, relation_] _Relation, oh!_ Hanmer.

[4485] _O, ... true_] As in Theobald. One line in Ff.

[4486] _Too ... true!_] _Too nice, yet true!_ Steevens conj.

_What's_] _What is_ Hanmer.

_newest_] _new'st_ S. Walker conj.

[4487] _goes't_] _gos't_ F1 F2 F3. _go's it_ F4.

[4488] _make our women_] _and make women_ Pope.

[4489] _We are_] _We're_] Pope.

[4490] _Siward_] Theobald. _Seyward_ Ff.

[4491] _latch_] _catch_ Rowe.

[4492] _What ... cause?_] Theobald. _What concerne they, The generall cause,_ Ff. _What? concern they The gen'ral cause?_ Rowe.

[4493] _Hum Ha_ A. Hunter.

[4494] _Wife ...too?_] As in Capell. Two lines in Ff.

[4495] _I have_] _I've_ Pope.

[4496] _He has_] _You have_ A. Hunter.

_All_] _What, all_ Hanmer, ending the previous line at _children._

[4497] _say all?_] _say all? what, all?_ Theobald.

[4498] _O hell-kite ... swoop?_] Put in the margin by Pope, who reads instead _what, all?_

[4499] _O hell-kite!_] _O vulture! hell-kite!_ S. Walker conj.

_All?_] _what, all?_ Pope's margin.

[4500] _Dispute_] _Endure_ Pope.

_do so_] om. Pope.

[4501] _struck_] Rowe. _strooke_ F1 F2. _strook_ F3 F4.

[4502] _anger_] _wrath_ Pope.

[4503] _heavens_] _heav'n_ Pope.

[4504] _Scotland and myself_;] _Scotland and myself,_ Pope. _Scotland, and my selfe_ Ff.

[4505] _Heaven_] _Then heaven_ Pope. _O God_, or _Then God_ Anon. conj.

_This tune_] Rowe (ed. 2). _This time_ Ff. _Thus, time_ Jackson conj. Dunsinane.] Capell.

Ante-room ...] An Anti-chamber in Macbeth's Castle. Rowe.