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And ever as it blaz’d, they threw on him
A thread-bare juggler, and a fortune-teller, Great pails of puddled mire, to quench the liair: A needy, hollow-ey'd, sharp-locking wretch, My master preaches patience to him, while
A living dead man: this pernicious slave,
Porsooth, took on him as a conjurer,
And with no face, as ’iwere, outfacing me,
They fell upon me, bound me, bore me thence,
For these deep shames and great indignities.
That he dided not at home, but was lock'd out.
Duke. But had he such a chain of thee, or no? And now he's there, past thought of human reason. Ang: He had, my lord: and when he ran in here,
Enter Antipholts and Dropio of Ephesus. These people saw the chain about his neck.
Drari you! confess, you had the chain of him,
And thereupon I drew my sword on you;
Aege. Unless the fear of death doth make me dote, Ant. E. I never came within these abbey walls,
Nor ever slidst thou drawthy sword on me: Ant. E. Justice, sweet prince, against that woman I never saw the chain, so help me heaven! there!
And this is false, you burden me withal. She, whom thon gav'st to me to be my wife,
Duhe. What an intricate impeach is this ! That bath abused and dishonour'd me,
I think, you all have drunk of Circe's cup. Even in the strength and height of injury!
There you lous'd him, here he would have been :
If he were mad, he wonld not plead so coldly: –
Cour. He did, and from my finger snatch'd that ring.'
Duke. A grievous fault! Say, woman, didst thou so? Duke. Sawist thou him enter at the abbey here?
Haply, I see a friend will save my life,
Duke. Speak freely, Syracusan, what thou wilt!
Aege. Is not your name, sir, called Antipholus ?
Now am I Dromio, and his man, unbound.
Aege. I am sure, you both of you remember me. Promising to bring it to the Porcupine,
Dro. E. Ourselves we do remember, sir, by you; Where Balthazar and I did dine together.
For lately we were bound, as you are now, Our dinner done, and he not coming thither,
You are not Pinch’s patient, are you, sir? I went to scek him: in the street I met him;
Aege. Why look you strange on me? you know me And in his company, that gentleman,
well. There did this perjur'd goldsmith swear me down, Ant. E. I never saw you in my life till now. That I this day of him receiv'd the chain,
Aege. Oh! grief hath chang'd me, since you saw me Which, God he knows, I saw not: for the which
last; He did arrest me with an officer.
And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand, I did obcy, and sent my peasant home
Have written strange defeatures in my face. For certain ducats: he with none return'd.
But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice? Then fairly I bespoke the officer,
Ant. E. Neither. To go in person with me to my house.
Aege. Dromio, nor thou? By the way we met
Dro. E. No, trust me, sir, nor I. My wife, her ster, and a rabble more
Aege. I am sure, thou dost. Of vile confederates ; along with them
Dro. E. Ay, sir? but I am sure, I do not; and whatThey brought one Pinch, a hungry lean-fac'd villain, soever a man denies, you are now bound to believe him. A mere auatomy, a mountebank,
dege. Not know my voice! O, time's extremity!
[Exit an Attendant.
Hast thon so crack'd and splitted my poor tongue, Adr. And are not you my husband ?
Ant. E. No, I say nay to that.
Ant. S. And so do I ; yet did she call me so, Though now this grained face of mine be hid
And this fair gentlewoman, her sister here, In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,
Did call me brother. – What I told you then, And all the conduits of'my blood froze up :
I hope, I shall have leisure to make good. Yet hath my night of life some memory,
If this be not a dream, I see, and hear. My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left,
Ang. That is the chain, sir, which you had of me. My dulldcafears a little use to hear.
Ant. s. I think it be, sir; I deny it not. All these old witnesses (I cannot err,)
Ant. E. And you, sir, for this chain arrested me. Tell me, thou art my son Antipholus.
Ang. I think I did, sir; 1 deny it not.
Adr. I sent you money, sir, to be your bail,
Ant. S. This purse of ducats (receiv'd from you,
I see, we still did meet each other's man, loc'er saw Syracusa in my life.
And I was ta'en for him, and he for me, Dike. I tell thee, Syracusan, twenty years
And thereupon these errors are arose. Hlavel been patron to Antipholus,
Ant. E. These ducats pawn I for my father here. During which time he ne'er saw Syracusa :
Dule. I shall not need, thy father hath his life. I see, ihy age and dangers make ibee dote.
Cour. Sir, I must have that diamond from you. Re-enter the Abbess, with ANTIPHOLU's, Syracusan; Ant. E. There, take it! and much thanks for my and DAOVO, Syracusun.
good cheer. Abb.most mighty duke,behold a man much wrong'd! Abb. Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains,
( All gather to see him. To go with us into the abbey here,
That by this sympathized one day's error
Have suffer'd wrong, go, keep us company,
And you, the calendars of their nativity,
Go to a gossip's feast, and go with me! That had'st a wife once call'd Aemilia,
After so long grief such nativity! That bore thee at a burden two fair sons.
Duke. With all my heart, I'll gossip at this feast. o, it'thou be'st the same Aegeon, speak,
[Exeunt Duke, Abbess, Aegeon, Courtezan, MerAnd speak unto the same Aemilia!
chant, Angelo, and Attendants. Aege. If I dream not, thou art Aemilia ;
Dro. S. Master, shall I fetch your stuff from shipIf thou art she, tell me, where is that son,
board? That floated with thee on the fatal raft?
Ant. E. Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou emAbb. By men of Epidamnum, he, and I,
bark'd ? And the twin Dromio, all were taken up;
Dro. S. Your goods, that lay at host, sir, in the But, by and by, rude fishermen of Corinth
Centaur. Py force took Dromio, and my son from them,
Ant. S. He speaks to me. I am your master, Dromio: Aud me they left with those of Epidamnum.
Come, go with us! we'll look to that anon. What then became of them, I cannot tell ;
Embrace thy brother there, rejoice with him ! I, to this fortune that you seemein.
[Freunt Antipholus S. and E. Adr, and Luc. Duke. Why, here begins this morning story right. Dro. S. There is a fat friend at your master's house, These two Antipholus's, these two so like,
That kitchen’d me for you to-day at dinner; And these two Dromio's, onein semblance, –
She now shall be my sister, not my wife. Besides her urging of her wreck at sea,
Dro. E. Methinks, you are my glass, and not my These are the parents to these children,
brother. Which accidentally are met together,
I see by you, I am a sweet-faced youth. Antipholus, thou cam'st from Corinth first.
Will you walk in to see their gossiping? Ant. S. No, sir, not); I came from Syracuse. Dro. S. Not I, sir; you are my elder. Duke. Stay, stand apart! I kuow not which is which. Dro. E. That's a question. How shall we try it? Ant. E. I came from Corinth, my most gracious lord.
Dro. S. We will draw cuts for the senior: till then, Dro, E. And I with him.
lead thou first! Ant. E. Brought to this town by that most famous Dro E. Nay, then thus: warrior,
We came into the world, like brother and brother; Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle.
And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another! Adr. Which of you two did dine with me to-day?
[Exeunt. Ant. S. I, gentle mistress.
Per sot $ of the dra m a. Duncan, king of Scotland:
Young SIWARD, his son. MALCOLM, his sons.
Seytox, an officer attending on Macbeth. DONALBAIN, S
Son to Macdull
An English Doctor. A Scotch Doctor,
A Soldier. A Porter. An old Man. MACDUFF,
Lady MACBETH. LENOX,
Lady Macduff. Rosse, noblemen of Scotland.
Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth. MENTETI,
Hecate, and three Witches. Angus,
Lords, Gentlemen, Officers,' Soldiers, Murderers, Cathness,
Attendants, und Messengers. FLEANCE, son to Banquo.
The Ghost of Banquo, and several other AppariSIWARD, earl of Northumberland, general of the
tions. English forces. Scene, -in the end of the fourth act, lies in England; through the rest of the play, in Scotland;
and chiefly, at Macbeth's custle.
А ст І.
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, 1 Witch. When shall we three meet again,
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage, In thunder, lightning, orin rain ?
With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men, 2 Witch. When the hurlyburly's done,
Began a fresh assault. When the battle's lost and won.
Dun. Dismay'd not this 8 Witch. That will be ere set of sun.
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo ? 1 Witch. Where the place?
Sold. Yes ; 2 Witch. Upon the heath.
As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. 8 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth.
If I say sooth, I must report, they were 1 Witch. I come, Graymalkin!
As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks;All. Paddock calls: — Anon.
So they Fair is foul, and foulis fair:
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe!
Or memorize another Golgotha,
I cannot tell:-
DONALBAIN, Lenox, with Attendants, meeting a Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy wonnds;
They smack of honour both. - Go, get him
surgeons! Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report,
[Exit Soldier, attended. As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
Enter Rosse. The newest state.
Who comes here? Mal. This is the sergeant,
Mul, The worthy thane of Rosse. Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought
Len. What haste looks through his eyes ? So should 'Gainst my captivity.- Hail, brave friend!
he look, Say to the king the knowledge of the broil,
That seems to speak things strange. As thou didst leave it!
Rosse. God save the king!
Dun. Whence cam’st thou, worthy thane?
And fan our people cold.
Norway himself, with terrible numbers, Do swarm upon him,) from the western isles
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor of Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied;
The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict:
The victory fell on us;
Dun. Great happiness!
Rosse. That now
Till he disbursed, at St Colmes' inch,
Ten thousand dollars to our general use. Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his
reflection Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break, Tour bosom interest.
-Go, pronounce his death,
And with his former title greet Macbeth!
Your favours, nor your hate!
1 Witch, Hail !
[Exeunt. 3 Witch. Hail !
i Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater ! SCENE III. - A heath.
2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier! Thunder. Enter three Witches.
3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none. 1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister?
So all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo! 2 Witch. Killing swine.
1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail! 3 Witch, Sister, where thou?
Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more!
A prosperous gentleman, and, to be king,
You owe this strange intelligence? or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
With such prophetic greeting ?-Speak, I charge you. 2 Witch, I'll give thee a wind.
[Witches vanish. 1 Witch. Thou art kind.
Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, 3 Witch. And I another.
And these are of them. – Whither are they vanish'd? 1 Witch. I myself have all the other :
Macb. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal,melted, And the very ports they blow,
As breath into the wind. —'Would they had staid! All the quarters that they know
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 receiv’d, 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. Silenc'd with that, Wreck’d, as homeward he did come. (Drum within. In viewing o'er the rest o’the self-same day, 3 Witch. A drum, a drum!
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
Nothing afеard of what thyself didst make,
Strange images of death. As thick as tale,
Came post with post, and every one did bear Thus do go about, about;
Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And pour'd them down before him. And thrice again, to make up nine!
Ang. We are sent,
To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;
To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee.
Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, Ban. How far is't callid to Fores?- What are these, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor: So wither'd, and so wild in their attire?
In which addition, hail, most worthy thane ! That look not like the inhabitants o’the earth, For it is thige. And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught, Ban. What, can the devil speak true? That man may question? You seem to understand me, Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives; why do you By each at once her choppy finger laying
dress me Upon her skinny lips.
- You should be women, In borrow'd robes ? And yet your beards forbid me to interpret,
Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet,
But under heavy judgement bears that life,
Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was
With hidden help and vantage, or that with both
But treasons capital, confess'd, and prov'd,
Macb. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor!
When those, that gave the thane of Cawdor to nie,
Might yet enkindle you into the crown,
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkuess tell us truths; Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear
Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
That you are so.
In deepest consequence.
I have begun to plant thee, and will labour Cousins, a word, I pray you.
To make thee full of growing. – Noble Banquo, Macb. Two truths are told,
Thou hast no less deserv’d, nor must be known
No less to have done; so let me infold thee,
Ban. There if I grow,
Tlie harvest is your own.
Dun. My plenteous jovs,
In drops of sorrow. — Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
And you whose places are the nearest, know, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
We will establish our estate upon Against the use of nature? Present fears
Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter
The prince of Cumberland: which lionour must
On all deservers. — From hence to Inverness,
And bind us further to you. Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt!
Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us’d for you: Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance may I'll be myself the harbinger, and makejoyful crown me,
The hearing of my wife with your approach. Without my stir.
So, humbly take my leave.
Dun. My worthy Cawdor!
On which I must fall down, or else o’erleap; [.4 side.
For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires !
Dun. True, worthy Banquo; heis full so valiant,
It is a banqnet to me. Let us after him,
SCENE V.- Inverness. Aroom in Macbeth's castle.
Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a letter.
have learned by the perfectest report, they have more SCENE IV.- Fores. A room in the palace. in them, than mortal knowledge. When I burned in Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Le- desire to question them further, they made themsel, nox, and Attendants.
ves air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, Those in commission yet return’d?
who all-hailed ine Thane of Cawdor; by which title, Mal. My liege,
before, these weird sisters saluted ine, and referred They are not yet come back. But I have spoke me to the coming on of time, with Hail, king that shalt With one, that saw him die: who did report, be! This have I thought good to deliver thee, my That very frankly he confess'd his treasons,
dearest partner of greatness, that thou mightest not Implor'd your highness' pardon, and set forth lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what A deep repentance. Nothing in his life
greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, und Became him like the leaving it: he died
farewell! As one, that had been studied in his death,
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be To throw away the dearest thing, he ow'd,
What thou art promis'd. -- Yet do I fear thy nature : As 'twere a careless trifle.
It is too full o’the milk of human kindness, Dun. There's no art,
To catch the nearest way. Thou would'st be great; To find the mind's construction in the face:
Art not without ambition; but without He was a gentleman, on whom I built
The illness, should attend it. What thou would'st An absolute trust. O worthiest cousin !
highly, Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus. That would'st thou holily; would'st not play false, The sin of my ingratitude even now
And yet would'st wrongly win: thou’dst have, great Was heavy on me. Thou art so far before,
That, which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it ;
And chastise, with the valour of my tongue,
All that impedes thee from the golden round,
To have thee crown'd withal. – What is your tidings?
Enter an Attendant.
Lady M. Thou’rt mad to say it.
Is not thy master with him? who, were't so,
Your Mayr Look Your