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You are contented to be led in triumph Thorough the streets of Rome ?

Come hither, sirrah.

Enter PINDARUS.

And then I swore thee, saving of thy life, That whatsoever I did bid thee do,

Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman, In Parthia did I take thee prisoner ;
That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;
He bears too great a mind: but this same day
Must end that work the ides of March began,
And whether we shall meet again, I know not.
Therefore, our everlasting farewell take :—
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius.
If we do meet again, why we shall smile
If not, why then, this parting was well made.
Cas. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus.

If we do meet again, we 'll smile indeed ;
If not, 't is true, this parting was well made.

Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath:
Now be a freeman; and with this good sword,
That ran through Cæsar's bowels, search this bosom.
Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hilts;
And when my face is cover'd, as 't is now,
Guide thou the sword.-Cæsar, thou art reveng'd,
Even with the sword that kill'd thee.

[Dies.

Pin. So, I am free; yet would not so have been, Durst I have done my will. O Cassius!

Bru. Why then, lead on.—O, that a man might know Far from this country Pindarus shall run,

The end of this day's business, ere it come!
But it sufficeth, that the day will end,

And then the end is known.-Come, ho! away!

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-The Same. The Field of Battle. Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA. Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills Unto the legions on the other side. [Loud Alarum. Let them set on at once; for I perceive But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing, And sudden push gives them the overthrow. Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The Same. Another Part of the Field. Alarum. Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS. Cas. O, look, Titinius, look! the villains fly. Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy: This ensign here of mine was turning back; I slew the coward, and did take it from him.

Tit. O Cassius! Brutus gave the word too early; Who having some advantage on Octavius, Took it too eagerly; his soldiers fell to spoil, Whilst we by Antony are all enclos'd.

Enter PINDARUS.

Pin. Fly farther off, my lord, fly farther off;
Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord:
Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.

Cas. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius;
Are those my tents where I perceive the fire?
Tit. They are, my lord.
Cas.

Titinius, if thou lov'st me, Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him, Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops,

And here again; that I may rest assur'd,

Whether yond' troops are friend or enemy.

Where never Roman shall take note of him.
Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA.
Mes. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
As Cassius' legions are by Antony.

Tit. These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
Mes. Where did you leave him?
Tit.

[Exit.

All disconsolate,

With Pindarus, his bondman, on this hill.
Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground?
Tit. He lies not like the living.-O my heart!
Mes. Is not that he?

Tit.

But Cassius is no more.-O setting sun!
No, this was he, Messala,
As in thy red rays thou dost sink to-night,
So in his red blood Cassius' day is set:
The sun of Rome is set. Our day is gone;
Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done.
Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.

Mes. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. O hateful error! melancholy's child,

Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not? O error! soon conceiv'd, Thou never com'st unto a happy birth,

But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee.

Tit. What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus? Mes. Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet The noble Brutus, thrusting this report Into his ears: I may say, thrusting it; For piercing steel, and darts envenomed, Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus, As tidings of this sight.

Tit.

Hie you, Messala,

And I will seek for Pindarus the while. [Exit MESSALA.
Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius ?
Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they
Put on my brows this wreath of victory,

Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought. [Exit. And bid me give it thee? Didst not thou hear their

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Alas! thou hast misconstrued every thing.

But hold thee; take this garland on thy brow:
Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I
Will do his bidding.-Brutus, come apace,
And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.-
By your leave, gods:-This is a Roman's part :
Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. [Dies.
Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, young CATO,
STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS.

Bru. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?
Mes. Lo! yonder; and Titinius mourning it.
Bru. Titinius' face is upward.

He is slain.

Cato. Bru. O Julius Cæsar! thou art mighty yet: Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our own proper entrails. [Low Alarums.

Cato.

Brave Titinius!
Look, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius!
Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these?
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
It is impossible that ever Rome

Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more tears
To this dead man, than you shall see me pay.-
I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.-
Come, therefore, and to Thassos send his body:
His funerals shall not be in our camp,
Lest it discomfort us.-Lucilius, come ;-
And come, young Cato; let us to the field.-
Labeo, and Flavius, set our battles on !—
'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night
We shall try fortune in a second fight.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-Another Part of the Field. Alarum. Enter, fighting, Soldiers of both Armies; then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and others.

Bru. Yet, countrymen, O! yet hold up your heads. Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me? I will proclaim my name about the field.I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!

A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend.

I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! [Charges the Enemy.
Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;
Brutus, my country's friend: know me for Brutus.

[Exit, charging the Enemy. CATO is overpowered,
and falls.

Luc. O, young and noble Cato! art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius, And may'st be honour'd being Cato's son. 1 Sold. Yield, or thou diest. Luc. Only I yield to die: There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight.

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Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough.
I dare assure thee, that no enemy
Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:
The gods defend him from so great a shame!
When you do find him, or alive, or dead,
He will be found like Brutus, like himself.

Ant. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,
A prize no less in worth. Keep this man safe,
Give him all kindness: I had rather have
Such men my friends, than enemies. Go on,
And see whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead;
And bring us word unto Octavius' tent,
How every thing is chanc'd.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V.-Another Part of the Field. Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS.

Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock. Cli. Statilius show'd the torch-light; but, my lord, He came not back: he is or ta'en, or slain.

Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus; slaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.

[Whispering. Cli. What! I, my lord? No, not for all the world. Bru. Peace then: no words.

1 Not in f. e.

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Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee?
Dar. To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.
Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
That it runs over even at his eyes.

Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius: list a word.
Vol. What says my lord?
Bru.

Why, this, Volumnius.
The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me
Two several times by night at Sardis once;
And, this last night, here in Philippi' fields.
I know my hour is come.
Vol.

Not so, my lord.

Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; Our enemies have beat us to the pit: [Low Alarums. It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, Thou know'st that we two went to school together; Even for that our love of old, I pray thee, Hold thou my sword-hilts whilst I run on it. Vol. That's not an office for a friend, my lord. [Alarum still. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord! there is no tarrying here. Bru. Farewell to you-and you;—and you, Volum[Shaking hands severally.1 Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; Farewell to thee too, Strato.-Countrymen, My heart doth joy, that yet in all my life I found no man, but he was true to me. I shall have glory by this losing day, More than Octavius, and Mark Antony, By this vile conquest shall attain unto. So, fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue Hath almost ended his life's history.

nius.

Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,
That have but labour'd to attain this hour.
Cry within; Fly, fly, fly!

[Alarum. Cli. Fly, my lord, fly! Bru.

Hence: I will follow.
[Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS.

I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord.
Thou art a fellow of a good respect;
Thy life hath had some snatch of honour in it :
Hold, then, my sword, and turn away thy face,
While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?

Stra. Give me your hand first: fare you well, my lord.
Bru. Farewell, good Strato.-Cæsar, now be still:
I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.

[He runs on his Sword, and dies. Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and their Army.

Oct. What man is that?

Mes. My master's man.-Strato, where is thy master?
Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala:
The conquerors can but make a fire of him;
For Brutus only overcame himself,

And no man else hath honour by his death.
Luc. So Brutus should be found.—I thank thee,

Brutus,

That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true.

Oct. All that serv'd Brutus I will entertain them. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you. Oct. Do so, good Messala.

Mes. How died my master, Strato?

Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master.

Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar; He, only, in a generous' honest thought Of common good to all, made one of them.

1 general in f. e. 2 And: in f. e

His life was gentle; and the elements
So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up,
And say to all the world, "This was a man!"

Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,
With all respect, and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.-
So, call the field to rest; and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day.

[Exeunt.

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SIWARD, Earl of Northumberland, General of the
English Forces.

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Young SIWARD, his Son.

SEYTON, an Officer attending Macbeth.
Son to Macduff.

An English Doctor. A Scotch Doctor.
A Soldier. A Porter. An Old Man.

LADY MACBETH.

LADY MACduff.

FLEANCE, Son to Banquo.

Gentlewoman attending Lady Macbeth.
HECATE, and Witches.

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

The Ghost of Banquo, and other Apparitions.

SCENE, in the end of the fourth Act, in England; through the rest of the Play, in Scotland.

SCENE I.-An open Place.

ACT I.

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Fair is foul, and foul is fair:

Of Kernes and Gallowglasses3 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,
Till he fac'd the slave;

Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,
And fi'xd his head upon our battlements.

Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflexion
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break,

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Hover through the fog and filthy air. [Witches vanish. So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,

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1 A name intimating the sownd of that it signifieth, as hurly burly, for an uprore and tumultuous stirre.-Peacham's Garden of Elo2 A toad. 4 3 Vide Second Part of Henry VI., Act iv., Sc. ix. quence, 1577. first folio. Pope changed "breaking" of second, to "break."

quarry in folio. Johnson made the change. 5 Not in

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me," quoth I:

"Aroint thee, witch!" the rump-fed ronyon3 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

I' the shipman's card to show.✩

I'll drain him dry as hay:

Sleep shall, neither night nor day,
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,
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,

Wreck'd as homeward he did come.

3 Witch. A drum! a drum !

Macbeth doth come.

All. The weird sisters, hand in hand,

[Drum within.

Posters of the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about:
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again, to make up nine.
Peace! the charm's wound up.

Enter MACBETH and BANQUO.

Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Ban. How far is 't called to Fores ?-What are these,
So wither'd, and so wild in their attire,

That look not like th' 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 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?

1 Witch. All hail! Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis !

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

3 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 rapt withal: to me you speak not.
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.

1 Witch. Hail !

2 Witch. Hail!

3 Witch. Hail !

1 Witch. Lesser than, Macbeth, and greater.

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

3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none. So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo!

1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail!
Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more.
By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis;
But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives,
A prosperous gentleman; and to be king
Stands not within the prospect of belief,

No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence
You owe this strange intelligence? or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
With such prophetic greeting ?-Speak, I charge you.
[Witches vanish.

Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them.-Whither have they vanish'd?
Macb. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal, melted
As breath into the wind.-'Would they had stay'd!
Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak about,
Or have we eaten on the insane root",
That takes the reason prisoner ?

Macb. Your children shall be kings.
Ban.

You shall be king.

Macb. And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?
Ban. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's here?
Enter Rosse and ANGUS.

Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth,
The news of thy success; and when he reads
Thy personal venture in the rebel's fight,

His wonders and his praises do contend,

1 seems: in f. e. 2 Still used in the sense of driving away, or imprecation, in parts of England; "rynt thee," is a phrase addressed to cows, by milkmaids, when milking. 3 Fr. rogneux, scurf. The words "to show," are not in f. e. 5 Saxon, wyrd, fatal. 6 Hemlock.

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