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SIWARD, Earl of Northumberland, General of the Eng

lish Forces.

YOUNG SIWARD, his Son.

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, and three Witches.

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, and Messengers.

The Ghost of Banquo, and several other Apparitions.

SCENE, in the end of the Fourth Act, lies in England; through the rest of the play, in Scotland; and chiefly at Macbeth's Castle.

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MACBETH.

ACT I.

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 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!

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 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 the knowledge of the broil,
As thou didst leave it.

Sold.

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 Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied;
And Fortune, on his damned quarry smiling,
Showed like a rebel's whore. But all's too weak;
For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that name,)
Disdaining fortune, with his brandished steel,
Which smoked with bloody execution,

Like valor's minion,

Carved out his passage, till he faced the slave;
And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
Till he unseamed him from the nave to the chaps,
And fixed his head upon our battlements.

Dun. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break;
So from that spring, whence comfort seemed to come,
Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark;
No sooner justice had, with valor armed,

Compelled these skipping Kernes to trust their heels,
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,

With furbished arms, and new supplies of men,
Began a fresh assault.

Dun.

Dismayed not this

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;

. 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

They smack of honor both.-Go, get him surgeons.

Who comes here?

Mal.

[Exit Soldier, attended.

Enter ROSSE.

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!

Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane?
Rosse.

From Fife, great king,

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, 'gan a dismal conflict;
Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapped 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.

Rosse. That now

Great happiness!

Sweno, the Norway's king, craves composition;

Nor would we deign him burial of his men,

Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' 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.

Rosse. I'll see it done.

Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.

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Enter the three Witches.

1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister?

2 Witch. Killing swine.

3 Witch. Sister, where thou?

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1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, And mounched, and mounched, and mounched. 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,

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;

And the very ports they blow,

All the quarters that they know

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