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Duncan, King of Scotland.

Young Siward, his Son. Malcolm,

SEYTON, an Officer attending on Macbeth. his Sons. DONALBAIN,

Son to Macduff.

An English Doctor. A Scotch Doctor.
Generals of the King's Army.

A Soldier. Å Porter. An old Man.


LADY Macduff.
Noblemen of Scotland.

Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth.

HECATE, and three Witches.
FLEANCE, Son to Banquo.

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers,

Attendants, and Messengers.
SIWARD, Earl of Northumberland, General of the
English Forces.

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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SCENE I. An open Piace.
Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought


'Gainst my captivity : – Hail, brave friend! Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches.

Say to tie king the knowledge of the broil, | Wilch. When shall we three meet again As thou didst leave it. In thunder, lightning, or in rain ?


Doubtfully it stood ; 2 Wilch. When the hurlyburly's ' done,

As two spent swimmers, that do cling together, When the battle's lost and won.

And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald 3 ll'ilch. That will be cre set of sun.

(Worthy to be a rebel; for, to that, I Witch. Where the place?

The multiplying villanies of nature 2 l'ilch.

Upon the heath : Do swarm upon him,) from the western isles 3 Witch. Thore to meet with Macbeth.

Of Kernes and Gallowglasses was supplied ?; 1 Wilch. I come, Graymalkin!

And fortune on him smil'd, but all too weak : All. Paddock calls; - Anon.

For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that name,) Fair is foul, and foul is fair :

Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, Uover through the fog and filthy air.

Which smok’d with bloody execution, ( Witches vanish. Like valour's minion,

Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave; SCENE II. – A Camp near Fores.

And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Alarum rrilhin. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,

Donalrun. Lenox, with Attendants, meeting And fix'd his head upon our battlements. a bleeding Soldier.

Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman !

Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflexion, Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report, Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break; As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt

So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come, The newest state.

Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:
This is the sergeant,

No sooner justice had, with valour arm’d,

2 1. e. Supplied with light and heavy armed troops.

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Compell’d these skipping Kernes to trust their heels; 2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind.
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,

1 Wilch. Thou art kind. With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men, 3 Witch. And I another. Began a fresh assault.

I Witch. I inyself have all the other;
Dismay'd not this

And the very ports they blow,
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

All the quarters that they know Sold.

l' the shipman's card. 8 As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion.

I will drain him dry as hay : If I say sooths, I must report they were

Sleep shall, neither night nor day, As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks; Hang upon his pent-house lid; So they

He shall live a man forbid ! :
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe :

Weary seven nights, nine times nine,
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine :
Or memorize another Golgotha,

Though his bark cannot be lost,
I cannot tell :

Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd. But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.

Look what I have. Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy 2 Witch. Show me, show me. wounds;

1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, They smack of honour both : - Go, get him sur- Wreck’d, as homeward he did come. geons. [Exit Soldier, attended.

[Drum within.

3 Witch. A drum, drum; Enter Rosse.

Macbeth doth come. Who comes here?

All. The weird sisters ', hand in hand, Mal.

The worthy thane of Rosse. Posters of the sea and land, Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So Thus do go about, about ; should he look,

Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, That seems to speak things strange.

And thrice again, to make up nine:

God save the king! | Peace !- the charm's wound up.
Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane ?
From Fife, great king,

Enter MACBETH and Banquo.
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky,

Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. And fan our people cold.

Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores — What are Norway himself, with terrible numbers,

these, Assisted by that most disloyal traitor

So wither'd, and so wild in their attire ; The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict : That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, Till that Bellona's bridegroom €, lapp'd in proof b, And yet are on't? Live you ? or are you augbt Confronted him with self-comparisons,

That man may question? You seem to understand Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm,

me, Curbing his lavish spirit: And, to conclude, By each at once her choppy finger laying The victory fell on us; —

Upon her skinny lips : - You should be women, Dun.

Great happiness! And yet your beards forbid me to interpret Rosse. That now

That you are so. Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; Macb. Speak, if you can ;- What are you? Nor would we deign him burial of his men,

1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth ! hail to thee, thane Till he disbursed, at St. Colmes' inch,

of Glamis ! Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

2 Wilch. All hail, Macbeth ! hail to thee, thane Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive

of Cawdor! Our bosom interest : Go, pronounce his death,

3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king And with his former title greet Macbeth.

hereafter. Rosse. I'll see it done.

Ban. Good sir, why do you start and seem to fear Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath Things that do sound so fair ? — I'the name of truth.

[Exeunt. Are ye fantastical”, or that indeed

Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner SCENE III. A Heath.

You greet with present grace, and great prediction

Of noble having, and of royal hope,
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.

That he seems rapt 4 withal; to me you speak not: 1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister ?

If you can look into the seeds of time, 2 Witch. Killing swine.

And say, which grain will grow, and which will not; 3 Witch. Sister, where thou?

Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear,
1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, Your favours, nor your hate.
And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd :- 1 Witch. Hail !
Give me, quoth I:

2 Witch. Hail !
Aroint thee, witch ! the rump-fed ronyon 7 cries. 3 Witch. Hail !
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the Tiger: 1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
But in a sieve I'll thither sail,

2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. And, like a rat without a tail,

3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thon be I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo ! 3 Truth.

* Shakspeare means Mars. 5 Defend xd by armour of proof,

Avaunt, begone
& Compass.
9 Accursed.

Prophetic sisters 7 A scurvy woman fed on offals,

? Supernatural, spiritual, 3 Estate 4 Abstracted




| Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail ! In deepest consequence.

Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: Cousins, a word, I pray you. By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis : Macb.

Two truths are told,
But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, As happy prologues to the swelling act
A prosperous gentleman; and, to be king, Of the imperial theme. – I thank you, gentlemen. -
Stands not within the prospect of belief,

This supernatural soliciting 6
No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : – If ill,
You owe this strange intelligence ? or why Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way

Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor : With such prophetic greeting? — Speak, I charge If good, why do I yield to that suggestion you.

[Witches vanish. Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs And these are of them :- Whither are they vanishd? Against the use of nature ? Present fears Macb. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal Are less than horrible imaginings : melted

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, As breath into the wind. —'Would they had staid! Shakes so my single state of man, that function Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak Is smother'd in surmise: and nothing is, about?

But what is not. Or have we eaten of the insane root,


Look, how our partner's rapt. That takes the reason prisoner ?

Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance Macb. Your children shall be kings.

may crown me, Ban.

You shall be king. Without my stir. Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so ? Ban.

New honours come upon him Ban. To the self-same tune and words. Who's Likeour strange garments, cleave? not to their mould, here?

But with the aid of use.

Come what come may;
Enter Rosse and ANGUS.

Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, Ban. Worthy Macbeth we stay upon your leisure. The news of thy success : and when he reads

Macb. Give me your favour 9: — my dull brain Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,

was wrought His wonders and his praises do contend,

With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains Which should be thine, or his : Silenc'd with that, Are register'd where every day I turn In viewing o'er the rest o' the self-same day, The leaf to read them. — Let us toward the king. He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Think upon what hath chanc'd : and, at more time, Nothing afеard of what thyself didst make, The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak Strange images of death. As thick as tale 5, Our free hearts each to other. Came post with post; and every one did bear Ban.

Very gladly Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,

Macb. Till then, enough. — Come, friends. And pour’d them down before him.

(Exeunt. Ang.

We are sent, To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; SCENE IV.- Fores. A Room in the Palace. To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee. Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour,

Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, DONALBAIN, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:

Lenox, and Attendants. In which addition, hail, most worthy thane?

Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not For it is thine.

Those in commission yet return'd?
What, can the devil speak true ? Mal.

My liege, Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives: Why do you They are not yet come back. But I have spoke dress me

With one that saw him die: who did report, In borrow'd robes ?

That very frankly he confess'd his treasons; Ang

Who was the thane, lives yet; Implor'd your highness' pardon ; and set forth But under heavy judgment bears that life A deep repentance : nothing in his life Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was Became him, like the leaving it; he died Combin'd with Norway; or did line the rebel As one that had been studied in his death, With hidden help and vantage; or that with both To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd', He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not; As 'twere a careless trifle. But treasons capital, confess'd and prov'd,


There's no art, Have overthrown him.

To find the mind's construction in the face:

Glamis, and thane of Cawdor : He was a gentleman on whom I built
The greatest is behind. — Thanks for your pains. An absolute trust. - 0 worthiest cousin !
Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me,

Enter MACBETH, Banduo, Rosse, and Angus. Promis'd no less to them?

The sin of my ingratitude even now Ban.

That, trusted home, Was heavy on me; Thou art so far before, Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,

That swiftest wing of recompense is slow Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange : To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less deserv'd; And oftentimes to win us to our harm,

That the proportion both of thanks and payment The instruments of darkness tell us truths ; Win us with honest trifles, to betray us

6 Incitement.

? i.e. Which cleare not 8 Time and opportunity

9 Pardon, 5 As fast as they could be counter

1 Owned, possessed

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