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Fer. The ditty does remember my drowned father,
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes ;-I hear it now above me.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, se
And say, what thou seest yond !
What is 't? a spirit ?
Lord, how it looks about! Believe, me, sir,
It carries a brave form :—but 'tis a spirit.
Pro. No, wench ; it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses
As we have,-such. This gallant which thou seest,
Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd
With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him
A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows,
And strays about to find them.
I might call him
A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.
It goes on (aside),
As my soul prompts it :-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee
Within two days for this.
Most sure, the goddess
On whom these airs attend !-Vouchsafe, my prayer
May know if you remain upon this island;
And that you will some good instructions give,
How I may bear me here. My prime request,
Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder !
If you be maid or no ?
No wonder, sir;
But, certainly a maid.
My language ! heavens !
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.
How ! the best ?
What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
Fer. A simple thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee speak of Naples; he does hear me;
And, that he does, I weep; myself am Naples : 2
Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld
The king my father wreck’d.
Alack for mercy!
Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan,
And his brave son, being twain.
The Duke of Milan,
And his more braver daughter, could control thee,
If now 'twere fit to do 't.-At the first sight .
They have chang'd eyes !— Delicate Ariel (aside),
I'll set thee free for this !
i The fringed curtains of thine eye advance. Why Shakspeare should have condescended to the elaborate nothingness, not to say nonsense of this metaphor (for what is meant by advancing “curtains ?”) I cannot conceive; that is to say, if he did condescend; for it looks very like the interpolation of some pompous, declamatory player. Pope has put it into his treatise on the Bathos.
2 « Myself am Naples.”—This is a very summary and kingly style. Shakspeare is fond of it. “How, now, France ?” says King John to King Philip, “ I'm dying, Egypt!” says Antony to Cleopatra.
This scene fortunately comprises a summary of the whole subsequent history of Macbeth.
A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron boiling.
Enter three Witches.
1st Wi. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd,
2nd Wi. Thrice and once the hedge-pig whin'd,
3rd Wi. Harper cries :-'Tis time, 'tis time.
1st Wi. Round about the caldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has, thirty-one,
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot!
All Double, double, toil and trouble ;
Fire, burn; and, caldron, bubble.
2nd Wi. Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron 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, caldron, bubble. 3rd Wi. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf;
Witches' mummy ; maw, and gulf,
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark ;
Root of hemlock, digg'd i' the dark :
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew,
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse ;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips ;
Finger of birth-strangled babe,
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab;
Make the gruel thick and slab;
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our caldron.
All. Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire, burn; and, caldron, bubble. 2nd Wi. Cool it with a babson's blood.
Enter HECATE and the three other WITCHES
Hec. 0, well done! I commend your pains;
And every one shall share i’ the gains,
And now about the caldron sing,
Like elves and fairies in a ring,
Enchanting all that you put in.
(Music and a Song, Black Spirits, &c.) 2nd Wi. By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes :-
Open, locks, whoever knocks.
Mac. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags,
What is 't you do?
A deed without a name.
Mac. 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 yesty waves
Confound and swallow navigation up;
Though bladed corn be lodg'd, 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 germins tumble all together,
Even till destruction sicken, answer me
To what I ask you.
1st Wi. Speak.
1st Wi. Say, if thou’dst rather hear it from our mouths,
Or from our masters'?
Call them, let me see them.
1st Wi. Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten
Her nine farrow; grease, that's sweaten
From the murderer's gibbet, throw
Into the flame.
All. Come, high or low;
Thyself, and office, deftly show.
Thunder. An Apparition of an armed Head rises.
Mac. Tell me, thou unknown power,-
He knows thy thought,
Hear his speech, but say thou naught.
App. Macbeth ! Macbeth ! Macbeth ! beware Macduff; Beware the Thane of Fife.—Dismiss me ;-Enough.
(Descends.) Mac. Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution thanks ; Thou hast harp'd my fear aright:-But one word more;
1st Wi. He will not be commanded. Here's another, More potent than the first.
Thunder. An Apparition of a bloody Child rises. 3
App. Macbeth ! Macbeth! Macbeth!-
Had I three ears, I'd hear thee
App. Be bloody, bold, and resolute ; laugh to scorn
The power of man, for none of woman born
Shall harm Macbeth.
Mac. Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee?
But yet I'll make assurance doubly 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.—What is this?
Thunder. An Apparition of a Child crowned, with a tree in his hand,
That rises like the issue of a king;
And wears upon his baby-brow the round
And top of sovereignty !
Listen, but speak not to’t.
App. Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are ;
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
Shall come against him.
That will never be;
Who can impress the forest; bid the tree
Unfix his earth-bound root? sweet bodements! good!
Rebellious head, rise never, till the wood
Of Birnam rise, and our high-plac'd 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 the kingdom ?
Seek to know no more.
Mac. I will be satisfied; deny me this
And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know:-
Why sinks that caldron ? and what noise is this?
1st Wi. Show!
2nd Wi. Show!
All. Show his eyes and grieve his heart,
Come like shadows, so depart.
Eight Kings appear, and pass over the stage in order; the last with a
glass in his hand ; Banquo following.
Mac. 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 the 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 two-fold balls and treble sceptres carry:
Horrible sight!-Now, I see, 'tis true;
For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me,
And points at them for his.- What, is this so ?
1st Wi. Aye, 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 antique round;