Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 520 words
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That will never be: Who can impress the Forest, bid the Tree Unfix his earthbound Root? Sweet boadments, good: Rebellious dead, rise never till the Wood Of Byrnan rise, and our high placed Macbeth Shall live the Lease of Nature, pay his breath To time, and mortal Custom. Yet my Hart Throbs to know one thing: Tell me, if your Art Can tell so much: Shall Banquo's issue ever Reign in this Kingdom? Seek to know no more. I will be satisfied. Deny me this, And an eternal Curse fall on you: Let me know. Why sinks that Cauldron? & what noise is this? Show. Show. Show. Show his Eyes, and grieve his Hart, Come like shadows, so departed. 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 eight 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-boltered Banquo smiles upon me, And points at them for his. What? is this so? I Sir, all this is so. But why Stands Macbeth thus amazedly? Come Sisters, cheer we up his sprights, And show the best of our delights. I'll Charm the Air to give a sound, While you perform your Antique round: That this great King may kindly say, Our duties, did his welcome pay. Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour, Stand aye accursed in the Calendar. Come in, without there. What's your Grace's will. Saw you the Weyard Sisters? No my Lord. Came they not by you? No indeed my Lord. 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? 'Tis two or three my Lord, that bring you word: Macduff is fled to England. Fled to England? I, my good Lord. 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 & done: 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. Where are these Gentlemen? Come bring me where they are. What had he done, to make him fly the Land? You must have patience Madam. He had none: His flight was madness: when our Actions do not, Our fears do make us Traitors. You know not Whether it was his wisdom, or his fear.
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That will neuer bee: Who can impreſſe the Forreſt, bid the Tree Vnfixe his earth-bound Root? Sweet boadments, good: Rebellious dead, riſe neuer till the Wood Of Byrnan riſe, and our high plac'd Macbeth Shall liue the Leaſe of Nature, pay his breath To time, and mortall Cuſtome. Yet my Hart Throbs to know one thing: Tell me, if your Art Can tell ſo much: Shall Banquo's iſſue euer Reigne in this Kingdome? Seeke to know no more. I will be ſatisfied. Deny me this, And an eternall Curſe fall on you: Let me know. Why ſinkes that Caldron? & what noiſe is this? Shew. Shew. Shew. Shew his Eyes, and greeue his Hart, Come like ſhadowes, ſo depart. Thou art too like the Spirit of Banquo: Down: Thy Crowne do's ſeare mine Eye-bals. And thy haire Thou other Gold-bound-brow, is like the firſt: A third, is like the former. Filthy Hagges, Why do you ſhew me this? —A fourth? Start eyes! What will the Line ſtretch out to' th' cracke of Doome? Another yet? A ſeauenth? Ile ſee no more: And yet the eight appeares, who beares a glaſſe, Which ſhewes me many more: and ſome I ſee, That two-fold Balles, and trebble Scepters carry. Horrible ſight: Now I ſee 'tis true, For the Blood-bolter'd Banquo ſmiles vpon me, And points at them for his. What? is this ſo? I Sir, all this is ſo. But why Stands Macbeth thus amazedly? Come Siſters, cheere we vp his ſprights, And ſhew the beſt of our delights. Ile Charme the Ayre to giue a ſound, While you performe your Antique round: That this great King may kindly ſay, Our duties, did his welcome pay. Where are they? Gone? Let this pernitious houre, Stand aye accurſed in the Kalender. Come in, without there. What's your Graces will. Saw you the Weyard Siſters? No my Lord. Came they not by you? No indeed my Lord. Infected be the Ayre whereon they ride, And damn'd all thoſe that truſt them. I did heare The gallopping of Horſe. Who was't came by? 'Tis two or three my Lord, that bring you word: Macduff is fled to England. Fled to England? I, my good Lord. Time, thou anticipat'ſt my dread exploits: The flighty purpoſe neuer is o're-tooke Vnleſſe the deed go with it. From this moment, The very firſtlings of my heart ſhall be The firſtlings of my hand. And euen now To Crown my thoughts with Acts: be it thoght & done: The Caſtle of Macduff, I will ſurprize, Seize vpon Fife; giue to th' edge o' th' Sword His Wife, his Babes, and all vnfortunate Soules That trace him in his Line. No boaſting like a Foole, This deed Ile do, before this purpoſe coole, But no more ſights. Where are theſe Gentlemen? Come bring me where they are. What had he done, to make him fly the Land? You muſt haue patience Madam. He had none: His flight was madneſſe: when our Actions do not, Our feares do make vs Traitors. You know not Whether it was his wiſedome, or his feare.