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D uncan, King of Scotland.
Malcolm, 3 Sons to the King.
Donalbain, s
Banquo, Generals of the King's Army.
Lenox, 7

ch. Noblemen of Scotland.
Cathness, jo
Fleance, Son to Banquo.
Seyward, General of the English Forces
Young Seyward bis Son.
Seyton, an Officer attending on Macbeth.
Son to Macduff.

Lady Macbeth.
Lady Macduff.
Gentlewomen attending on Lady Macbeth,
Hecate and three other Witches

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, and Attendants.
The Ghost of Banquo, and several other Apparitions.

The SCENE in the End of the Fourth AEt Lyes in

England, through the rest of the Play in Scot. land, and chiefly at Macbeth's Castle.


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SCENE an open Heath. Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches.

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HE N shall we three meet again?
In Thunder, Lightning, or in Rain?

1 Witch. When the Hurly.burly's done,
When the Batteľs loft ard won.
11. 3 Witch. That will be e'er the set of Sun.

1 Witch. Where the place ? 2 Witch. Upon the Heathi 3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth, I Witch. I come, Gray-Malkin.

All. Padocke calls-.--anon--. Fair is foul, and foul is fair. Hover through the fog and filthy Air.

[They rise from the Stage, and fly away. SCENE II. A Palace. Enter King, Malcolme, Donalbain, Lenox, with Attendants)

meeting a bleeding Captain.
King. What blondy Man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his Plight, of the Revolc
The newest State.



Mal. This is the Serjeant,
Who like a good and hardy Soldier fought
'Gainst my Captivity; Hail, hail, brave Friend !
Suy to the King, the Knowledge of the broil,
As thou didît leave it..

Cap. Doubtful it stood; i
As two spent Swimmers, that do cling together,
And choak their Art: The merciless Macdonnel
(Worthy to be a Rebel, for to that
The multiplying Villanies of Nature
Do swarm upon him) from the Western Illes
Of Kernes and Gallow-glasses is supply'd,
And Fortune on his damned Quarry smiling,
Shew'd like a Rebels Whore. But all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth, well he deserves that Name,
Disdaining Fortune, with his brandisht Steel,
Which smoak’d with bloody Execution,
Like Valours Minion, carv'd out his Passage,

Till he fac'd the Slave;
Which never 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. O valiant Cousin ! worthy Gentleman!
. Cap. As whence the Sun gins his Reflection,
Shipwracking Storms and direful Thunders breaking ;
So from that Spring, whence Comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfort swells: Mark, King of Scotland, mark;
No sooner Justice had, with Valour armid,
Compelld these skipping Kernes to trust their Heels.
But ihe Norweyan Lord surveying Vantage,
· With furbishe Arms and new Supplies of Men,
Began a fresh assault. '

King. Dilmaid not this our Captains, Macbeth and Banquo ?

Cap. Yes, as Sparrows Eagles;
Or the Hare the Lion.
If I say foorh, I must report they were .
As Cannons overcharg'd with double Cracks,
So they doubly redoubled Scroaks on the Foe: .
Except they meant to bathe in reeking Wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,

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