Fleance, Son to Banquo.

Siward, General of the English Forces.

Young Siward, his Son.

Seyton, an officer attending on Macbeth..
Son to Macduff.

Dottor.

Lady Macbeth.
Lady Macduff.

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

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers and Attendants.

The Ghoft of Banquo, and several other Apparitions.

SCENE, in the End of the fourth A&t, lies in England; through the rest of the Play, in Scotland; and, chiefly, at Macbeth's Caftle.

MACBETH.

G

MA ACBE ETH.

A C T I. SCENE I.

An open Place.

Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches.
I WITCH.

W

HEN 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 Set of Sun. I Witch. Where the place?

2 Witch. Upon the heath.

3 Witch. There I go to meet Macbeth. I 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 rife from the stage and fly away.

SCENE

II.

Changes to the Palace at Foris.

Enter King, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, with atten

King.

dants, meeting a bleeding Captain.

WHAT bloody man is that? he can re

port,

As feemeth by his plight, of the revolt

The neweft ftate.

When the Battles loft and won.] i. e. the Battle, in which Macbeth was then engag'd

Mal. This is the Serjeant,

Who like a good and hardy foldier fought
'Gainft my captivity. Hail, hail, brave friend!"
Say to the King the knowledge of the broil,
As thou didft leave it.

Cap. Doubtful long it flood:

As two spent fwimmers that do cling together,
And choke their Art: the mercilefs Macdonel
(Worthy to be a Rebel; for to That
The multiplying villanies of nature
Do fwarm upon him) from the western ifles.
Of Kernes and Gallow-glaffes was fupply'd;
* And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Shew'd like a rebel's whore. But all too weak:
For brave Macbeth (well he deferves that name)
Difdaining fortune, with his brandifht fteel
Which fmoak'd with bloody execution,
Like Valour's Minion carved out his paffage,
'Till he had fac'd the flave;

Who ne'er fhook 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 Coufin! worthy Gentleman! Cap. As whence the fun 'gins his reflection, Shipwrecking ftorms and direful thunders break; So from that Spring, whence Comfort seem'd to come, Discomfit well'd. Mark, King of Scotland, mark ; No fooner juftice had, with valour arm'd, Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heels; But the Norweyan lord, furveying 'vantage, With furbisht arms and new fupplies of men Began a fresh affault.

King. Difmay'd not this

Our Captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

on his damned quarry-] We should read quarrel.

+ unfeam'd him from the nave to th' chops,] Shakespear certainly wrote, he unfeam'd him from the nape to th' Chops,

e. cut his Skull in two; which might be done by a Highlander's sword.

Cap.

Cap. Yes,
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 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 Roffe and Angus..

But who comes here?

Mal. The worthy Thane of Roffe.

Len. What hafte looks through his eyes?

So fhould 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, himfelf with numbers terrible,
Affifted by that most difloyal traitor

The Thane of Cawdor, 'gan a difmal 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. To conclude,

The victory fell on us.

King. Great happiness !

:

[fition:

Roffe. Now Sweno, Norway's King, craves compoNor would we deign him burial of his men, 'Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes-kill-isle Ten thousand dollars, to our gen'ral use. King. No more that Thane of Cawdor fhall deceive * with double cracks,] Double is here used for great, and not for two.

Our

Our bofom-int'reft. Go, pronounce his death;
And with his former Title
greet Macbeth.
Roffe. I'll fee it done.

King. What he hath loft, noble Macbeth hath won.

Thunder. Enter the three Witches.

HERE haft thou been, fifter?

2 Witch

WHE

Witch. Killing fwine.

2

3 Witch. Sifter, where thou?

[Exeunt.

1 Witch. A failor's wife had chefnuts in her lap, And mouncht, and mouncht, and mouncht.

me, quoth I.

Give

Aroint thee, witch!the rump-fed ronyon cries.
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, mafter 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 fhall neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid;
He fhall live a man forbid ;

Weary fev'n-nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak and pine:
Though his bark cannot be loft,
Yet it fhall be tempeft-toft.

Look, what I have.

2 Witch. Shew me, fhew me.

I- Witch.