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SCENE I. A Desert Place.

Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches.

First Witch. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

Second Witch. When the hurly-burly 's done, When the battle 's lost and won.

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Third Witch. That will be ere the set of sun.

First Witch. Where the place?

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

Duncan. What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt

The newest state.

Malcolm.
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.

Sergeant.

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 ;
And Fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all 's too weak;
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

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