Dramatis Personæ.

} sons to the King.

DUNCAN, King of Scotland.
Malcolm,
Donalbain,
Macbeth,
Banquo,

Generals of the King's Army.
Lenox,
Macduff,
Roffe,
Menteth,

Noblemen of Scotland,
Angus,
Cathness,
Fleance, Son to Banquo.
Siward, General of the English Forces.
Young Siward, bis Son.
Seyton, an Officer attending on Macbeth.
Son to Macduff.
Doctor.

Lady Macbech.
Lady Macduff.
Gentlewomen, attending on Lady Macbeth.
Hecate, and three other Witches.

Lords, Gentlemen, Oficers, Soldiers and Attendants.
The Ghost of Banquo, and several other Apparitions.

SCENE, in the End of the fourth Aet, lyes in

England; through the rest of the Play, in Scot-
land; and, chiefiy, at Macbeth's Castle.

M М А С В Е тн.

A стІ.

SCENE, an open Place.

Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witche,

I WITCH.

HEN shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain ?

2 Witch. When the hurly-burly's W

done,
When the Battle's lost and won.

3 Witch. That will be ere Set of Sun.

i Witch. Where the place? 2 Witch. Upon the heath. 3

Witch. There I go to meet Macbeth. 1 Witch. I come, I come, Grimalkin. 2 Witch. Padocke calls anon!

All. Fair is foul, and foul is fair, Hover through the fog and filthy air.

[They rise from the stage, and fly away.

King. W As

seemeth by his plight, of the revolt

SCENE changes to the Palace at Foris.
Enter King, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, with
attendants, meeting a bleeding Captain.
HAT bloody man is that? he can report,

, The newest state.

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

Cap. Doubtful long it stood :
As two spent swimmers that do cling together,
And choak their Art: the merciless Macdonal
(Worthy to be a Rebel ; for to That
The multiplying villanies of nature
Do swarm upon him) from the western isles
Of Kernes and Gallow-glases was supply'd ;
And fortune, on his damned quarry smiling,
Shew'd like a rebel's whore. But all too weak:
For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that name)
Disdaining fortune, with his brandisht steel
Which smoak'd with bloody execution,
Like Valour's Minion carved out his passage,
'Till he had fac'd the slave;
Who ne'er fhook hands nor bid farewel to him,
'Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chops,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

King. Oh, valiant Cousin! worthy Gentleman !

Cap. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection,
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break;
So from that Spring, whence Comfort seem'd to come, (1)

Dir. (1) So from that Spring, whence Comfort seem'd to come, Discomfort swell’d.] I have not disturbod the Text here, as the Sense does not absolutely require it ; tho' Dr, Thirlby prescribes a very ingenious and easic Corre&ion :