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MACB ET H.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

DUNCAN, King of Scotland. An English DOCTOR. — Á Scotch MALCOLM,

DOCTOR. DONALBAIN, } his Sons.

A SOLDIER. A PORTER, -An OLD
MACBETH, Generals of the King's MAN.
BANQUO,

Army.
MACDUFF,
LENOX,

LADY MACBETH.
ROSSE, Noblemen of Scot LADY MACDUFF.
MENTETH,

land,

GENTLEWOMAN attending on Lady ANGUS,

Macbeth. CATHNESS,

HECATE, and three Witches. FLEANCE, Son to Banquo. SIWARD, Earl of Northumberland, LORDS, GENTLEMEN, OFFICERS,

General of the English Forces. SOLDIERS, MORDERERS, ATTENDYOUNG SIWARD, his Son.

ANTS, and MESSENGERS.
SEYTON, an Officer attending on
Macbeth.

The Ghost of BANQUO, and seveSon to Macduff.

ral other APPARITIONS. SCENE, in the end of the fourth act, lies in England; through

the rest of the play, in Scotland; and, chiefly, at Macbeth's Castle.

ACT I.

SCENE I. -An open Place,
Thunder and Lightning. Enter three WITCHES.
1 Witch. When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain ?

2 Witch. When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won:

3 Witch. That will be ere set of sun.
1 Witch. Where the place ?
2 Witch. Upon the heath:
3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth.
1 Witch. I come, Graymalkin!

All. Paddock* calls :-Anon.Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air. [WITCHES vanish.

SCENE II.-A camp near Fores.
Alarum within. Enter KING DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN,

LENOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding SOLDIER.
Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.

Mal. This is the sergeant,
Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought
'Gainst my captivity :-Hail, brave friend!
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil,
As thou didst leave it.

Sold. Doubtfully it stood;
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together,
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald
(Worthy to be a rebel; for, to that,
The multiplying villanies of nature
Do swarm upon him) from the western isles
Of Kernes and Gallowglassest is supplied;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Show'd like a rebel's whore: But all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that name),
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
Which smoked with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion,
Carved out his passage, till he faced the slave;
And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman !

Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection,
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break;
So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:
No sooner justice had, with valour arm’d,
Compell’d these skipping Kernes to trust their heels;
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,
With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men,
Began a fresh assault.

Dun. Dismay'd not this
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

Sold. Yes;
As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion.
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As cannons overcharged with double cracks;
So they
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:
* A toad.

+ Light and heavy armed troops.

Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
Or memorize* another Golgotha,
I cannot tell :
But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.

Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds;
They smack of honour both:-Go, get him surgeons.

[Exit SOLDIER, attended.

Enter ROSSE. Who comes here?

Mal. The worthy thane of Rosse.

Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look, That seems to speak things strange.

Rosse. God save the king!
Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane ?

Rosse. From Fife, great king,
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky,
And fan our people cold.
Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict :
Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in prooft
Confronted him with self-comparisons,
Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm,
Curbing his lavish spirit: And, to conclude,
The victory fell on us;-

Dun. Great happiness !

Rosse. That now
Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition;
Nor would we deign him burial of his men,
Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' inch,
Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Our bosom interest:--Go, pronounce his death,
And with his former title greet Macbeth.

Rosse. I'll see it done.

Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. [Exeunt. SCENE III.- A Heath. Thunder. Enter the three WITCHES.

1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister ?
2 Witch. Killing swine.
3 Witch. Sister, where thou?

1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,
And mounch'd and mounch’d, and mounch’d:-Give me, quoth I:
Aroint thee, I witch ! the rump-fed ronyons cries.
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o’the Tiger :
But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
And, like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

Avaunt.

* Make memorable.

† Armour
$ A scurvy woman fed on offals.

2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind.
1 Witch. Thou art kind.
3 Witch. And I another.

1 Witch. I myself have all the other;
And the very ports they blow,
All the quarters that they know
I'the shipman's card.*
I will drain him dry as hay:
Sleep shall, neither night nor day,
Hang upon his pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid :-
Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-toss’d.
Look what I have.

2 Witch. Show me, show me.

1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd, as homeward he did come.

Drum within. 3 Witch. A drum, a drum; Macbeth doth come.

All. The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about;
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again, to make up nine:
Peace !-the charm's wound up.

Enter MACBETH and BANQUO.
Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores ?-What are these,
So wither'd, and so wild in their attire;
That look not like the inhabitants oʻthe earth,
And yet are on't? Live you ? or are you aught
That man may question? You seem to understand me,
By each at once her choppy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips :-You should be women,
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so.
Macb. Speak, if you can ; What are you?
1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis !
2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!
3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter.

Ban. Good Sir, why do you start; and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair ?-I' the name of truth,
Are ye fantasticall or that indeed
Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner
You greet with present grace, and great prediction
Of noble having, and of royal hope,

* Sailor's chart.
# Creatures of the imagination.

* Accursed.

Estate.

That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not:
If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say, which grain will grow, and which will not;
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear,
Your favours, nor your hate.

1 Witch. Hail !
2 Witch. Hail !
3 Witch. Hail !
i Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier.

3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo!

í Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail !

Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis;
But how of Cawdor ? thé thane of Cawdor lives,
A prosperous gentleman; and, to be king,
Stands not within the prospect of belief,
No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence
You owe this strange intelligence ? or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
With such prophetic greeting ?--Speak, I charge you.

TWITCHES vanish.
Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them :-Whither are they vanish'd ?

Macb. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal, melted
As breath into the wind.—'Would they had staid !

Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak about ?
Or have we eaten of the insane root,*
That takes the reason prisoner?
Macb. Your children shall be kings.
Ban. You shall be king.
Macb. And thane of Cawdor too: went it not•so ?
Ban. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's here?

Enter ROSSE and ANGUS.
Rosse. The king hath happily received, Macbeth,
The news of thy success: and when he reads
Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
His wonders and his praises do contend,
Which should be thine, or his : Silenced with that,
In viewing o'er the rest o' the self-same day,
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
Nothing afеard of what thyself didst make,
Strange images of death. As thick as hail,
Came post with post; and every one did bear
Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,
And pourd them down before him.

Ang. We are sent,
To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;
To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee.

* Henbane.

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