I Witch. MACBETH. When shall we three meet again, In thunder, lightning, or in rain? 2 Witch. When the hurly-burly 's done, When the battle 's lost and won. So wither'd, and so wild in their attire ; That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on 't? If you can look into the seeds of time, Ibid. And say which grain will grow, and which will not. Ibid. Stands not within the prospect of belief. Ibid. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them. The insane root That takes the reason prisoner. Ibid. Ibid. And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths; Ibid. [Macbeth continued. Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme. Acti. Sc. 3. And make my seated heart knock at my ribs. Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Nothing in his life Ibid. Became him like the leaving it; he died, There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face. Yet do I fear thy nature: Ibid. It is too full o' the milk of human kindness. Acti. Sc. 5.. What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win. Ibid. That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose. Ibid. Your face, my Thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters: to beguile the time, Macbeth continued.] Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue; look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it. Acti. Sc. 5. Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. This castle hath a pleasant seat: the air Ibid. Act i. Sc. 6. The heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ'd The air is delicate. Ibid. If it were done, when 't is done, then 't were well Acti. Sc. 7. We but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return. To plague the inventor. This even-handed justice Commends the ingredientsof our poison'dchalice To our own lips. Ibid. [Macbeth continued. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been Act i. Sc. 7. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent; but only Ibid. I dare do all that may become a man ; Ibid. But screw your courage to the sticking-place, Macbeth continued.] Shut up Act ii. Sc. 1. In measureless content. Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but Ibid. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going. Ibid. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout. Ibid. Hear it not, Duncan ; for it is a knell Ibid. It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman Which gives the stern'st good night. Confounds us. Ibid. The attempt, and not the deed, Ibid. I had most need of blessing, and "Amen" Ibid. Methought, I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, 1 Act ii. Sc. 1, White, Dyce, Staunton. Act ii. Sc. 2, Cambridge, Singer, Knight. |