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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!
Why do you show me this? a fourth? Start, eyes!
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites,
(Music. The Witches dance, and vanish.)
Mac. Where are they? Gone?-Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar!
Come in, without there!
What's your grace's will?
Mac. Saw you the weird sisters?
And damn'd all those that trust them!-I did hear
The galloping of horse; who was't came by?
Len. "Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word, Macduff is fled to England.
Len. Ay, my good lord.
Mac. 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
Fled to England?
To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done:
This castle of Macduff I will surprise;
Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' the 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 ! 4-Where are these gentlemen?
Apparition of a bloody child.”—The idea of a "bloody child," and of his being more potent than the armed head, and one of the masters of the witches, is very dreadful. So is that of the child crowned, with a tree in his hand. They impersonate, it is true, certain results of the war, the destruction of Macduff's children, and the succession of Banquo's; but the imagination does not make these reflections. at first; and the dreadfulness still remains, of potent demons speaking in the shapes of children.
4 "But no more sights."-What a world of horrors is in this little familiar phrase!
THE QUARREL OF OBERON AND TITANIA.
A FAIRY DRAMA.
I have ventured to give the extract this title, because it not only contains the whole story of the fairy part of the Midsummer Night's Dream, but by the omission of a few lines, and the transposition of one small passage (for which I beg the reader's indulgence), it actually forms a separate little play. it is nearly such in the greater play; and its isolation was easily, and not at all injuriously, effected, by the separation of the Weaver from his brother mechanicals.
Enter OBERON at one door with his train; and TITANIA at another with hers.
Ober. I'll meet by moonlight, proud Titania.
Tit. What! jealous Oberon? Fairies, skip hence;
I have forsworn his bed and company.
Ober. Tarry, rash wanton; am not I thy lord?
Tit. Then I must be thy lady; but I know
Ober. How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania,
Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,
Knowing I know thy love to Theseus?
Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night
From Perigenia, whom he ravished?
And make him with fair Æglé break his faith,
With Ariadne, and Antiope?
Tit. These are the forgeries of jealousy :
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
And thorough this distemperature, we see
*Nine men's morris.-A rustic game, played with stones upon
lines cut in the ground.
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
The chilling autumn, angry winter, change
By their increase, now knows not which is which:
And this same progeny of evils comes
From our debate, from our dissension :
We are their parents and original.
Ober. Do you amend it then it lies in you:
To be my henchman.*
To fetch me trifles and return again,
Ober. How long within this wood intend you stay?