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Duncan, king of Scotland:
Malcolm,

his sons.
Donalbriu,
Macbeth,

generals of the king's army.
Banquo,
Macduff,
Lenox,
Rosse,

noblemen of Scotland.
Menteth,
Angus,
Cathness,
Fleance, son to Banquo.
Siward, earl of Northumberland, general of the

English forces:
Young Siward, his soni
Seyton, an officer attending on Macbeth.
Son to Macduff:
An English Doctor. A Scotch Doctor.
A Soldier. A Porter. An old Man.

Lady Macbeth.
Lady Macduff.
Gentlewoman attending on lady Macbeth.
Hecate, and three Witches.

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers,

Attendants, and Messengers. The Ghost of Banquo, and several other Appari

tions.

Scene, in the end of the fourth act, lies in Eng

land; through the rest of the play, in Scotland; and, chiefy, at acbeth's castle.

MACBETH.

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 leath: 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 blthy air.

(Witches panish.

Tumult.

SCENE II.

A Camp near Fores.

Alarum within. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm,

Donalbain, Lepox, 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 villainics of nature
Do swarm upon him), from the western isles
Of Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied* ;
And fortune, on his damned quarrelt smiling,
Show'd like a rebel's whore: But all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that name),
Disdaining fortunë, with his brandish'd steel,
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,

* i. e. Supplied with light and heavy, arted troops.

+ Cause.

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