Shall raise such artificial sprites
As by the strength of their illusion 28
Shall draw him on to his confusion:
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear;
And you all know security 32
Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
Song within, 'Come away, come away,' &c.
Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see,
Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. [Exit]
First Witch. Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again. Exeunt.
Scene Six
[A Room]
Enter Lennox and another Lord.
Len. My former speeches have but hit your thoughts,
Which can interpret further: only, I say,
Things have been strangely borne. The gracious Duncan
Was pitied of Macbeth: marry, he was dead: 4
And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late;
Whom, you may say, if 't please you, Fleance kill'd,
For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late.
Who cannot want the thought how monstrous 8
It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain
To kill their gracious father? damned fact!
How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight
In pious rage the two delinquents tear, 12
That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep?
27 artificial: skilful
29 confusion: ruin
32 security: over-confidence
3 borne: managed
8 Who cannot want: who can lack
10 fact: deed
13 thralls: bondmen
