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Rh 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. [Descends.]

That will never be:

Who can impress the forest, bid the tree

Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements! Good!

Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood

Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed 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 this kingdom?

Seek to know no more.

I will be satisfied; deny me this,

And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know.

Show!

Show!

Show!

Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;

Come like shadows, so depart!

[Enter, the last holding glass; ''following. As first appears, speaks (1) then (2) with the second, and so on, until all have disappeared. Kings are dressed in ghostly garments and crowns.'']

(1) Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo: down!

Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs. (2) And thy hair,

Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first,

(3) A third is like the former. Filthy hags

[looks angrily at Witches],

Why do you show me this? (4) A fourth! Start, eyes!

(5) What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?

(6) Another yet! (7) A seventh! I'll see no more:

(8) And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass

Which shows me many more; and some I see

That twofold balls and treble sceptres carry;