DUNCAN, King of Scotland.
Malcolm,
Sons to the King.
Donalbain,
Macbeth,
Generals of the King's Army.
Banquo,
Lenox,
Macduff,
Rosse,
Noblemen of Scotland.
Menteth,
Angus,
Cathness, J
Fleance, Son to Banquo.
Siward, General of the English Forces.
Young Siward, his Son.
Seyton, an officer attending on Macbeth..
Son to Macduff.
Doctor,
Lady Macbeth.
Lady Macduff.
Gentlewomen attending on Lady Macbeth.
Hecate, and three other Wilches.
Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers and Attendants.
The Ghost of Banquo, and several other Apparitions. SCENE, in the End of the fourth A&, lies in England;
through the rest of the Play, in Scotland; and, chiefly, at Macbeth's Castle.
Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches.
i WITCH.
HEN shall 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 Set of Sun.
i Witch. Where the place?
2 Witch. Upon the heath.
3 Witch. There I go to meet Macbeth.
1 Witch. I come, I come, Grimalkin.
2 Witch. Padocke calls- -anon!
All. Fair is foul, and foul is fair,
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
[They rise from the sage and fly away: SC EN E II.
Changes to the Palace at Foris. Enter King, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, with atten
dants, meeting a bleeding Captain.
king. WHAT bloody man is that ? he can re
port, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state.
When the Battles loft and won.] i. e. the Battle, in which Macbeth was then engag'd N6
Mal.
Mal. This is the Serjeant,
Who like a good and hardy soldier fought
'Gainst my captivity. Hail, hail, brave friend!
Say to the King the knowledge of the broil,
As thou didst leave it.
Cap. Doubtful long it flood:
As two spent swimmers that do cling together,
And choke 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 Gallow-glasses was supply'd;
* 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 na
name)
Disdaining fortune, with his brandisht feel
Which smoak'd with bloody execution,
Like Valour's Minion carved out his passage,
Till he had fac'd the slave;
Who ne'er shook hands nor bid farewel to him,
+ 'Till he unfeam'd him from the nape to th' chops,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.
King. Oh, valiant Cousin! worthy Gentleman !
Cap. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection,
Shipwrecking storms and diresul thunders break;
So from that Spring, whence Comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfit well’d. Mark, King of Scotland, mark ;
No sooner justice had, with valour arm’d,
Compellid these skipping Kernes to trust their heels;
But the Norweyan lord, surveying 'vantage,
With furbisht arms and new supplies of men
Began a fresh affault.
King. Dilmay'd not this
Our Captains, Macbeth and Banquo ?
-on his damned quarry-] We should read quarrel.
unseam'd him from the nave to th' chops,] Shakespear certainly wrote,
he unseam'd him from the nape to th' Chops, 6. cut his Skull in two; which might be done by a Highlander's sword:
Сар.
Cap. Yes, As fparrows, eagles ; or the hare, the lion. If I lay footh, I must report, they were * As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks, So they redoubled strokes upon the foe: : Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, Or memorize another Golgotha, I cannot tell But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.-King. So well thy words become thee, as thy
wounds: They smack of honour both. Go, get him surgeons.
Enter Rofle and Angus. But who comes here?
Mal. The worthy Thane of Roffe:
Len. What haste looks through his eyes ?
So should he look, that seems to speak things strange.
Rose. God save the King !
King. Whence cam'ft thou, worthy Thane?
Rosse. From Fife, great King,
Where the Norweyan Banners flout the sky,
And fan our people cold.
Norway, himself with numbers terrible,
Affifted by that most disloyal traitor
The Thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict.
'Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapt in proof,
Confronted him with self-comparisons,
Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm,
Curbing his lavish spirit. To conclude,
The victory fell on us.
King. Great happiness!
[lition: Rolle. Now Sweno, Norway's King, craves compoNor would we deign him burial of his men, "Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes-kill-ifle Ten thousand dollars, to our gen'ral use.
King. No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive * with double cracks,] Double is here used for great, and not for two.
Our
Our bosom-int’rest. Go, pronounce his death;
And with his former Title greet Macbeth.
Rose. I'll see it done.
King. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.
[Exeunt. S CE N E III.
Changes to the Heath.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 1 Witch.
THERE halt thou been, Gifter?
2 Witch. Killing fwine. 3
Witch. Sister, where thou ? 1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, And mouncht, and mouncht, and mouncht. Give
me, quoth I.
Aroint thee, witch the rump-fed ronyon cries.
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o’th' Tyger :
But in a fieve I'll thither fail,
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.
I Witch. Thou art kind.
3 Witch. And I another.
1 Witch. I myself have all the other.
And the very points they blow;
All the quarters that they know,
I'th' fhip-man's card.--
I will drain him dry as hay,
Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid ;
Weary fey'n-nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak and pine:
Though his bark cannot be loft,
Yet it shall be tempeft-toft.
Look, what I have.
2 Witch, Shew me, shew me.
I Witch.
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