MACBETH.

FLEANCE, Son to Banquo.

SIWARD, General of the English Forces.

YOUNG SIWARD, his Son.

SEYTON, an Officer attending on Macbeth.
Son to Macduff.

An English Doctor.

A Scots Doctor. A Captain. A Porter. An Old Man.

LADY MACBETH.

LADY MACDUff.

WOMEN.

Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth.
HECATE, and three Witches.

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

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 coftle.

ACT I.

SCENE I. Thunder and Lightning.

Enter three Witches.

I Witch.

WHEN 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 call

Fair is foul, and foul is fair:

Anon.

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 feemeth by his plight, of the revolt

The newest state.

Mal. This is the ferjeant

A 2.

Who,

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.

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 fwarm upon him), from the western isles,
Of Kernes and Gallowglaffes is fupplied;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel fmiling,
Shew'd like a rebel's whore. But all too weak:
For brave Macbeth (well he deferves that name),
Difdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
Which fmok'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 unfeam'd him from the nave to th' chops, And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

King. Oh, valiant coufin! worthy gentleman! Capt. As, whence the fun 'gins his reflection, Shipwrecking ftorms and direful thunders break; So, from that fpring whence comfort feem'd to come, Discomfort fwells. 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, furveying vantage,
With furbish'd arms, and new fupplies of men,
Began a fresh affault.

King. Difmay'd not this

Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo ?

Capt. Yes;

As

As fparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion.
If I fay footh, I must report they were
As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks;
So they

Doubly redoubled ftrokes upon the foe:

Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,

I cannot tell :

But I am faint, my gafhes cry for help,

King. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds; They fmack of honour both.-Go, get him furgeons. Enter RossE.

Who comes here ?

Mal. The worthy thane of Roffe.

Len. What a hafte looks through his eyes? So should he look,

That feems to speak things ftrange.

Roffe. God fave the king!

King. Whence cam'ft thou, worthy thane?
Roffe. From Fife, great king,

Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky,
And fan our people cold.

Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
Affifted by that most difloyal traitor,

The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict;
'Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapt in proof,
Confronted him with felf-comparisons,

Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm,
Curbing his lavish fpirit. And, to conclude,
The victory fell on us ;-

King. Great happiness!

Roffe. That now

Sweno, the Norways' king, craves compofition;

A 3

Nor