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PERSONS REPRESENTED. Duncan, King of Scotland. MALCOLM, son to Duncan. DONALBAIN, son to Duncan. MACBETH, general of the King's army. Banguo, general of the King's army. MACDUFF, a nobleman of Scotland. LENOx, a nobleman of Scotland. Rosse, a nobleman of Scotland. MENTETH, a nobleman of Scotland. Angus, a nobleman of Scotland. CATHNESS, a nobleman of Scotland. FLEANCE, son to Banquo. SIWARD, Earl of Northumberland, gener al of the English forces. Young SIWARD, son to the Earl of Northumberland. 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. Three Witches. Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, and

Messengers. The Ghost of Banquo, and other Apparitions. SCENE-IN SCOTLAND; EXCEPT IN THE END OF Act IV., WHERE IT


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 the set of sun.
1 Witch. Where the place?
2 Witch.

Upon the heath.
3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth.
1 Witch. I come, Graymalkin!
2 Witch. Paddock calls :---Anon !-

All. Fair is foul, and foul is fair :
Hover through the fog and filthy air. [Witches vanish.



SCENE II.-A Camp near Forres. Alarum within Enter King Duncan, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENOX, 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
15 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.

Doubtful it stood;
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together
20 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 kernes and gallowglasses is supplied :
25 And Fortune, on his damnèd quarrel smiled.

............. But all's too weak; . For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that name), Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,

Which smoked with bloody execution, 30 Like valour's minion,

Carved out his passage till he faced the slave;
And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,

And fix'd his head upon our battlements.
35 Dun. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman !

Sold. As, whence the sun 'gins his reflection,
Shipwracking storms and direful thunders break;
So, from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come,

Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark : 40 No sooner justice had, with valour arm’d,

Compell’d these skipping kernes to trust their heels,
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,
With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men,
Began a fresh assault.

Dismay'd not this 45 Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo ? Sold.

Yes :
As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion.
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As cannons overcharged with double cracks ;

So they doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe : 50 Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,

Or memorize another Golgotha,
I cannot tell :-
But I am faint, my gashes cry for help

Dun. So well thy words become thee as thy wounds; 55 They smack of honour both.—Go, get him şurgeons.

(Exit Soldier, attended.

Enter RossE.
Who comes here?

The worthy thane of Rosse.
Len. What a haste looks through his eyes !
So should he look that seems to speak things strange.

Rosse. God save the king !

60 Dun. Whence cam’st thou, worthy thane ?

Rosse. From Fife, great king;
Where the Norweyan banners fout the sky,
And fan our people cold.

Norway himself, with terrible numbers, 65 Assisted by that most disloyal traitor

The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict :
Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,
Confronted him with self-comparisons,

Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, 70 Curbing his lavish spirit: And, to conclude,

The victory fell on us ;-

Great happiness !
Rosse. That now
Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition ;
Nor would we deign him burial of his men,

Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes-inch, 75 Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

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

Rosse. I'll see it done.
80 Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.

[Exeunt. 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 ?

1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, 85 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, 90 I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

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; 95 And the very ports they blow,

All the quarters that they know

' the shipman's card.
I'll drain him dry as hay:

Sleep shall neither night nor day 100 Hang upon his pent-house lid;

He shall live a man forbid :
Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine :

Though his bark cannot be lost, 105 Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd.

Look what I have.

2 Witch. Show me, show me.

1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wrack'd, as homeward he did come. [Drum within.

3 Witch. A drum, a drum : 110 Macbeth doth come.

All. The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about;

Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, 115 And thrice again, to make up nine :Peace !-the charm 's wound up.

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

Ban. How far is 't call'd to Forres ?— What are these,

So wither'd, and so wild in their attire ;
120 That look not like the inhabitants o' the 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 choppy finger laying

Upon her skinny lips :-You should be women, 125 And yet your beards forbid me to interpret

That you are so.

Macb. Speak, if you can ;--- What are you?
1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of

Glamis !

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