Nor ever didst thou draw thy sword on me: I think you all have drank of Circe's cup. been; [ly:If he were mad, he would not plead so coldYou say he dined at home; the goldsmith here Denies that saying :-Sirrah, what say you? Dro. E. Sir, he dined with her there, at the Porcupine. Cour. He did; and from my finger snatch'd that ring. Ant. E. 'Tis true, my leige, this ring had I of her. Duke. Saw'st thou him enter at the abbey here? Cour. As sure, my leige, as I do see your grace. Duke. Why, this is strange-Go call the I think you are all mated,* or stark mad. Ege. Most mighty duke, vouchsafe me speak Haply I see a friend will save my life, Duke. Speak freely, Syracusan, what thou Ege. Is not your name, Sir, call'd Anti- And is not that your bondman Dromio ? But he, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords; me. Dro. E. Ourselves we do remember, Sir, by you; For lately we were bound as you are now. You are not Pinch's patient, are you, Sir? Ege. Why look you strange on me? you know me well. Ant. E. I never saw you in my life, till now. Ege. Oh! grief hath chang'd me, since you saw me last; And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand Have written strange defeaturest in my face: But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice? Ant. E. Neither. Ege. Dromio, nor thou? Dro. E. No, trust me, Sir, nor I. Dro. E. Ay, Sir; but I am sure, I do not; and whatsoever a man denies, you are now bound to belive him. Ege. Not know my voice! O, time's extremity! [tongue, Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor In seven short years, that here my only son Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares? Though now this grained‡ face of mine be hid In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, And all the conduits of my blood froze up; Yet hath my night of life some memory, My wasting lamp some fading glimmer left, My dull deaf ears a little use to hear: All these old witnesses (I cannot err,) Tell me, thou art my son Antipholus. Ant. E. I never saw my father in my life. Ege. But seven years since, in Syracusa, boy, away. Dro. E. I, Šir, am Dromio; pray let me stay. Ant. S. Egeon, art thou not? or else his ghost? Dro S. O, my old master! who hath bound him here? Abb. Whoever bound him, I will loose his And gain a husband by his liberty:- Ege. If I dream not, thou art Æmilia; Abb. By men of Epidamnum, he, and I, And the twin Dromio, all were taken up; But, by and by, rude fishermen of Corinth By force took Dromio and my son from them, And me they left with those of Epidamnum: What then became of them, I cannot tell; I, to this fortune that you see me in. Duke. Why, here begins his morning story right;* These two Antipholuses, these two so like, And these two Dromios, one in semblance,— Besides her urging of her wreck at sea,These are the parents to these children, Which accidentally are met together. Antipholus, thou cam'st from Corinth first. Ant. S. No, Sir, not I; I came from Syracuse. Duke. Stay, stand apart; I know not which is which. Ant. E. I came from Corinth, my most gracious lord. Dro. E. And 1 with him. Ant. E. Brought to this town with that most famous warrior Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle. Adr. Which of you two did dine with me to-day? Ant. S. I, gentle mistress. Ant. S. And so do I, yet did she call me so; *The morning story is what Egeon tells the Duke in the first scene of this play. VOL. I. Rr Go to a gossip's feast, and go with me; [Exeunt DUKE, ABBESS, ÆGEON, COURTE- Dro. S. Master, shall I fetch your stuff from shipboard? Ant. E. Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou embark'd? Dro. S. Your goods, that lay at host, Sir, in the Centaur. Ant. S. He speaks to me; I am your master, Dromio: Come, go with us: we'll look to that anon: Embrace thy brother there, rejoice with him. [Exeunt ANTIPHOLUS S. and E. ADR. and Luc. Dro. S There is a fat friend at your master's house, That kitchen'd me for you to-day at dinner; I see by you, I am a sweet-faced youth. Dro. S. Not I, Sir; you are my elder. Dro. S. We will draw cuts for the senior: till then, lead thou first. 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 hurlyburiy'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. Fair is foul, and foul is fair: [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 reAs seemeth by his plight, of the revolt [port, 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; [wald As two spent swimmers, that do cling together, Tumult. 1. Supplied with light and heavy armed troops. Cause Show'd like a rebel's whore: But all's too weak: [name,) Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that Which smok'd with bloody execution, Like valour's minion, Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave; And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, [chaps, Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the 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 [come, So from that spring, whence comfort seein❜d to Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: break; No sooner justice had, with valour arm'd, Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heels; But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage," Dun. Dismay'd not this As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion. Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe; I cannot tell : They smack of honour both :- Go, get him surgeons. [Exit SOLDIER, attended. Enter RossE. Who comes here? Mal. The worthy thane of Rosse. All. The weird sisters,* hand in hand. Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! Peace!--the charm's wound up. So should he look, That seems to speak things strange. Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane? Where the Norweyan banners flout* the sky, Norway himself, with terrible numbers, Dun. Great happiness! [tion; Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composi- Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest :-Go, pronounce his death, Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth bath 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? 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 ; By each at once her choppy finger laying Macb. Speak, if you can:-What are you? 1 Watch. 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 ear [truth, Things that do sound so fair?--I'the name of Are ye fantasticalt of that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, will not; Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear. Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her Your favours, nor your hate. Give me, quoth I: [cries. Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon|| But in a sieve I'll thither sail, 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; I will drain him dry as hay: 2 Witch. Show me, show me. 1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd, as homeward he did come. 3 Witch. A drum a drum; Macbeth doth come. [Drum within. 1 Witch. Hail! 2 Witch. Hail! 3 Witch. Hail! Or have we eaten of the insane root,|| Macb. Your children shall be kings. The root which makes imane To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; To hearld thee into his sight, not pay thee. Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater ho- SCENE IV-Fores.-A Room in the Palace. nour, [dor: He bade me, from him, call thee thane of CawIn which addition,† hail, most worthy thane ! For it is thine. Ban. What, can the devil speak true? Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives; Why do you dress me In borrowed robes? Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet; But under heavy judgment bears that life Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was Combin'd with Norway; or did line the rebel With hidden help and vantage; or that with both He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not; But treasons capital, confess'd, and prov'd, Have overthrown him. Macb. Glamis, the thane of Cawdor: The greatest is behind.-Thanks for your pains. Do you not hope your children shall be kings, Ban. That, trusted home, In deepest consequence.Cousins a word, I pray you. Macb. Two truths are told, As happy prolouges to the swelling act Cannot be ill; cannot be good :-If ill, dor: Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENOX, and ATTENDANTS. Dun Is execution done on Cawdor? Are Those in commission yet return'd? Mal. My liege, [not They are not yet come back. But I have spoke As 'twere a careless trifle. Dun. There's no art, To find the mind's construction in the face ;§ Macb. The services and the loyalty I owe, servants: Dun. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labour That hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known To make thee full of growing.||-Noble Banquo, No less to have done so, let me infold thee, And hold thee to my heart. Ban. There if I grow, The harvest is your own. If good, why do I yield to that suggestion]] As fast as they could be counted. Title. + Stimulate. Temptation [tical, *Time and opportunity. Owned, possessed. The powers of action are oppressed by coniecture. † Pardon. We cannot construe the disposition of the mind by Exuberant. |