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MACBETH.

ACT I.

SCENE I. An open place.

Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches. First Witch. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or(1) in rain?

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

Third Witch. That will be ere the set of sun.
First Witch. Where the place?

Sec. Witch.
Upon the heath.
Third Witch. There to meet with Macbeth.
First Witch. I come, Graymalkin!
Sec. Witch. Paddock calls:-anon!
All. Fair is foul, (2) and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. A camp near Forres.

Alarums within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant.

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 thy knowledge of the broil(3) As thou didst leave it.

Serg.

Doubtful 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 kerns and gallowglasses is supplied ;(4)
And fortune, on his damnèd quarrel smiling,
Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak :(5)
For brave Macbeth,-well he deserves that name,-
Disdaining fortune, 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,(6) 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!
Serg. As whence the sun gins his reflection
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break ;(7)
So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfort swells. (8) Mark, king of Scotland, mark:
No sooner justice had, with valour arm'd,
Compell'd these skipping kerns 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 ?(9)
Serg.

Yes;

As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks;
So they

Doubly (10) redoubled strokes upon the foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,

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

[Exit Sergeant, attended.

Who comes here?

Mal.

The worthy thane of Ross.

Len. What haste looks through his eyes (11) So should

he look

That seems to speak things strange.(12)

Enter Ross.(13)

Ross.

God save the king!

Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane?
From Fife, great king;

Ross.

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, began(14) a dismal conflict;
Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,
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!

Ross. That now

Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition ;
Nor would we deign him burial of his men
Till he disbursed, at Saint Colme's-inch,

Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

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

Ross. I'll see it done.

Dun. What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won.

[Exeunt.

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SCENE III. A heath.

Thunder. Enter the three Witches.

First Witch. Where hast thou been, sister?

Sec. Witch. Killing swine.

Third Witch. Sister, where thou?

First 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, witch!" the rump-fed ronyon 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,

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Enter MACBETH and BANQUO; Soldiers at some distance.

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

Ban. How far is't call'd to Forres ?(16)-What are these

So wither'd, and so wild in their attire,

That look not like th' inhabitants o' th' 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 chappy 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?
First Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of
Glamis !

Sec. Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of
Cawdor!

Third 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 fantastical, 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,

That he seems
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.

First Witch. Hail!

Sec. Witch, Hail!

rapt withal:—to me you speak not:

Third Witch. Hail!

First Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

Sec. Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier.

Third Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none :

So, all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!

First Witch. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail !(17)

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