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.]
Macb. 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?
All. Seek to know no more.
Macb. I will be satisfied; deny me this,
And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know.
First Witch. Show!
Second Witch. Show!
Third Witch. Show!
All. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;
Come like shadows, so depart!
[Enter Eight Kings, the last holding glass; Banquo's Ghost following. As first appears, Macbeth speaks (1) then (2) with the second, and so on, until all have disappeared. Kings are dressed in ghostly garments and crowns.]
Macb. (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;
