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SCENE I.

Macbeth and Seaton.
MACBETH.
Methought last night, as I lay on my couch,
I saw a silent-footed phantom pass,
In the pale likeness of my faded wife.
It look'd upon me sadly, and withdrew.
Such sights, 'tis said, betoken change and death.
Attends the spæing hermit on our leisure.

SEATON.
He does, an't please your highness.

MACBETH.
Send him in.
Seaton, how fares the queen?

SEATON.
Still worse and worse.
The drousy poppy-draught has shut perception,
But ven'mous dreams creep underneath the sleep,
And sting her spirit as it fetter'd lies.

MACBETH.
Seaton, alas!—But send the culdee here.