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MEN.
Duncan, King of Scotland.
MALCOLM,

Sons to the King
DONALBAIN,
MACBETH,

Generals of the King's army'e
BANQUO,
LENOX,
MACDUFF,
Rosse,
MENTETH,

Noblemen of Scotland.
ANGUS,
CATHNESS,
FLEANCE, Son to Banquo.
SIWARD, General of the English Forces.
Young SIWARD, his Son.
SEYTON, an Officer attending on Macbeth.
Son to Maoduff
In English Doctor.
A Scois Doctor. A Captain. A Porter. An Old Man.

WOMEN. Lady Macbeth. LADY MACDUFF. Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth. HECATE, and three Witches. Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Ai

tendanis, and Messengers. The Ghost of Banquo, and several other Apparitions. Scene, in the end of the fourih Act, lies in England;

through the rest of the Play, in Scotland ; and chicfly at Macbeth's cofile.

ACT I.

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SCENE I. Thunder and Lightning.

Enter three Witches.

1 Witch. WH

CHEN fhall we three meet again?

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

3 Witch. That will be ere the fet of fun.
i Witch. Where the place?
2 Witch. Upon the heath :
3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth.
i Witch. I come, graymalkin!

All. Paddock calls Anon.-
Fair is foul, and foul is fair :
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

SCENE II. Alarum within.

Enter King DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENOX,

with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Captain. King. What bloody man is that he can report As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state. Mal. This is the ferjeant

Who,

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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.

Capt. Doubtful it ftood;
As two spent'swimmers, that do cling together,
And choak their art. The merciless Macdonel
(Worthy to be a rebel ; for to that
The multiplying villanies of nature
Do swarm upon him), from the western isles,
Of Kernes and Gallowglaffes is fupplied ;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Shew'd like a rebel's whore. But all too weak :
For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that name),
Disdaining fortune, with his brandith'd steel,
Which smok'd with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion, carved out his paffage,
'Till he fac'd the flave;
And ne'er shook hands, nor bid farewel to him,
"Till he unseam'd him from the nave to th' chops,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

King. Oh, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman !

Capt. As, whence the sun 'gins his reflection,
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break;
So, from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:
No sooner justice had, with valour arm'd,
Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heels;
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,
With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men,
Began a fresh afsault.

King. Dismay'd not this
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo ?
Capt. Yes;

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