Macbeth

by: William Shakespeare

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ALL

Seek to know no more.

ALL

Don’t try to find out more.

MACBETH

I will be satisfied. Deny me this,
110And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know.
Why sinks that cauldron? And what noise is this?

MACBETH

I demand to be satisfied. If you refuse, let an eternal curse fall on you. Let me know. Why is that cauldron sinking? And what is that music?
Hautboys
Hautboys play music for a ceremonial procession.

FIRST WITCH

Show.

FIRST WITCH

Show.

SECOND WITCH

Show.

SECOND WITCH

Show.

THIRD WITCH

Show.

THIRD WITCH

Show.

ALL

115Show his eyes and grieve his heart.
Come like shadows; so depart!

ALL

Show him and make him grieve. Come like shadows and depart in the same way!
A show of eight kings, the last with a glass in his hand, followed by BANQUO
Eight kings march across the stage, the last one with a mirror in his hand, followed by the GHOST OF BANQUO.

MACBETH

Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo. Down!
Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs. And thy hair,
Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first.
120A third is like the former.—Filthy hags!
Why do you show me this? A fourth? Start, eyes!
What, will the line stretch out to th' crack of doom?
Another yet? A seventh? I’ll see no more.
And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass
125Which shows me many more, and some I see
That twofold balls and treble scepters carry.
Horrible sight! Now I see ’tis true;
For the blood-boltered Banquo smiles upon me
And points at them for his.

MACBETH

You look too much like the ghost of Banquo. Go away!     (to the first) Your crown hurts my eyes. (to the second) Your blond hair, which looks like another crown underneath the one you’re wearing, looks just like the first king’s hair. Now I see a third king who looks just like the second. Filthy hags! Why are you showing me this? A fourth! My eyes are bulging out of their sockets! Will this line stretch on forever? Another one! And a seventh! I don’t want to see any more. And yet an eighth appears, holding a mirror in which I see many more men. And some are carrying double balls and triple scepters, meaning they’re kings of more than one country! Horrible sight! Now I see it is true, they are Banquo’s descendants. Banquo, with his blood-clotted hair, is smiling at me and pointing to them as his.