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MACBETH.

ACT I. SCENE I.

An open Place.

Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches.

1. Witch.

HEN fhall we three meet again

In thunder, lightning, or in rain? 2. Witch. When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's loft and won :

3. Witch. That will be ere fet of fun. 1. Witch. Where the place?

2. Witch.

Upon the heath:

3. Witch. There to meet with Macbeth.

1. Witch. I come, Graymalkin!

All. Paddock calls :-Anon.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair:

Hover through the fog and filthy air. [Witches vanish.

SCENE II.

A Camp near Fores.

Alarum within. Enter King DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DoNALBAIN, LENOX, with attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier.

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

The neweft ftate.

Who, like a good and hardy foldier, fought
'Gainft my captivity:-Hail, brave friend!
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil,
As thou didst leave it.

Sold.

Doubtfully it stood;

As two spent swimmers, that do cling together,
And choke their art. The mercilefs Macdonwald
(Worthy to be a rebel; for, to that,
The multiplying villainies of nature
Do fwarm upon him,) from the western ifles
Of Kernes and Gallowglaffes is fupplied;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel fmiling,
Show'd like a rebel's whore: But all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that name,)
Difdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
Which fmok'd with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion,

Carv'd out his paffage, till he fac'd the slave;

And ne'er fhook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
Till he unfeam'd him from the nave to the chops,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

Dun. O valiant coufin! worthy gentleman!
Sold. As whence the sun ‘gins his reflection
Shipwrecking ftorms and direful thunders break;
So from that spring, whence comfort feem'd to come,
Difcomfort fwells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark :
No fooner justice had, with valour arm'd,

Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heels;
But the Norweyan lord, furveying vantage,

With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men,
Began a fresh assault.

Dun.

Difmay'd not this

Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

Sold