Hark! I am call'd: my little spirit, see, [Exit. 1 Witch. Come, let's make haste: she'll soon be back again. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. Fores. A Room in the Palace. Enter LENOx and another Lord. Len. My former speeches. have but hit your thoughts, Which can interpret further: only, I say, Duncan The gracious Was pitied of Macbeth; marry, he was dead; That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep! Hec. [Going up.] Now I go, now I fly, Malkin my sweet spirit and I. O, what a dainty pleasure 'tis When the moon shines fair, And sing and dance, and toy and kiss! We fly by night, 'mongst troops of spirits: Voices above. No ring of bells." &c. For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive, (As, an't please Heaven, he shall not,) they should find What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. But, peace! -for from broad words, and 'cause he fail'd His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear, Macduff lives in disgrace. Where he bestows himself? Lord. Sir, can you tell The son of Duncan, From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights, Prepares for some attempt of war. Len. : Sent he to Macduff? Lord. He did and with an absolute, "Sir, not I," The cloudy messenger turns me his back, And hums, as who should say, "You'll rue the time That clogs me with this answer." Len. And that well might Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance The construction is: "Free our feasts and banquets from bloody knives." His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel Lord. I'll send my prayers with him! [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. A dark Cave. In the middle, a Cauldron. Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 1 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. 2 Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whin'd 3 Witch. Harper cries, "Tis time, 'tis time. 1 Witch. Round about the cauldron go; In the poison'd entrails throw. 2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, 1 So in the original. Pope would read, "under the cold stone;" Steevens, "under coldest stone;" the latter of which is commonly followed. There seems, indeed, no call for any discord here, such as comes by omitting a syllable from the verse, and perhaps something dropped out in the printing. Yet to our ear the extending of cold to the time of two syllables feels right enough. At all events, we stick to the original. H. In the cauldron boil and bake: Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Gall of goat, and slips of yew, Make the gruel thick and slab : 2 We have repeatedly seen that Shakespeare often uses the active and passive forms of certain words indiscriminately. So here, ravin'd for ravening or ravenous. which swallows or gulps down any thing. Gulf is throat; that H. That is, a tiger's entrails. In sorting the materials wherewith the Weird Sisters celebrate their infernal orgies, and com pound their " hell-broth," Shakespeare gathered and condensed the popular belief of his time. Ben Jonson, whose mind dwelt more in the circumstantial, and who spun his poetry much more out of the local and particular, made a grand showing from the same source in his Mask of Queens. But his powers did not permit, nor did his purpose require, him to select and dispose his materials so as to cause any thing like such an impression of ter ror. Shakespeare so weaves his incantations as to cast a spell upon the mind, and force its acquiescence in what he represents : explode as we may the witchcraft he describes, there is no exploding the witchcraft of his description; the effect springing not so much from what he borrows as from his own ordering thereof. H. All. Double, double toil and trouble: Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood; Enter HECATE and other three Witches. Enter МАСВЕТН. Macb. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! What is't you do? All. A deed without a name. 5 Macb. 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; 4 This song also, like the former, was not given in the printed copy of the play, and has been supplied from Middleton's Witch, the manuscript of which was discovered towards the close of the last century. We give it here, not feeling authorized to print it in the text: "Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray; Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may." Probably both songs were taken from "the traditional wizard poetry of the drama." • That is, foaming, frothy. H |