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What then became of them, I cannot tell;
I, to this fortune that you see me in.

Duke. Why, here begins his morning story right;*
These two Antipholuses, these two so like,
And these two Dromios, one in semblance,
Besides her urging of her wreck at sea,
These are the parents to these children,
Which accidentally are met together.
Antipholus, thou cam’st from Corinth first ?

Ant. S. No, Sir, not I; I came from Syracuse.
Duke. Stay, stand apart; I know not which is which.
Ant. E. I came from Corinth, my most gracious lord.
Dro E. And I with him.

Ant. E. Brought to this town with that most famous warrior Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle.

Adr. Which of you two did dine with me to-day ?
Ant. S. I, gentle mistress.
Adr. And are you not my husband ?
Ant. E. No, I say nay to that.

Ant. S. And so do I, yet did she call me so;
And this fair gentlewoman, her sister here,
Did call me brother :—Whát I told you then,
I hope I shall have leisure to make good;
If this be not a dream, I see, and hear.

Ang. That is the chain, Sir, which you had of me.
Ant. s. I think it be, Sir, I deny it not.
Ant. E. And you, Sir, for this chain arrested me.
Ang. I think I did, Sir; I deny it not.

Adr. I sent you money, Sir, to be your bail,
By_Dromio; but I think he brought it not.

Dro. E. No, none by me.

Ant. S. This purse of ducats I received from you,
And Dromio my man did bring them me:
I see, we still did meet each other's man,
And I was ta’en for him, and he for me,
And thereupon these Errors are arose.

Ant. E. These ducats pawn I for my father here.
Duke. It shall not need, thy father hath his life.
Cour. Sir, I must have that diamond from you.
Ant. E. There, take it; and much thanks for my good cheer.

Abb. Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains
To go with us into the abbey here,
And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes :-
And all that are assembled in this place,
That by this sympathized one day's error
Have suffer'd wrong, go, keep us company,
And we shall make full satisfaction,-
Twenty-five years have I but gone in travail
Of you, my sons; and, till this present hour

* The morning story is what Ægeon tells the Duke in the first scene of this play.

VOL. II.

My heavy burdens ne'er deliver'd.
The duke, my husband, and my children both,
And you the calendars of their nativity,
Go to a gossip's feast, and go with me;
After so long grief, such nativity!
Duke. With all 'my heart, I'll gossip at this feast.

[Exeunt DUKE, ABBESS, ÆGEON, COURTEZAN,

MERCHANT, ANGELO, and Attendants.
Dro. S. Master, shall I fetch your stuff from shipboard ?
Ant. E. Dromió, what stuff of mine hast thou embark'd ?
Dro. S. Your goods, that lay at host, Sir, in the Centaur.

Ant. S. He speaks to me: I am your master, Dromio:
Come, go with us: we'll look to that anon:
Embrace thy brother there, rejoice with him.

[Exeunt ANTIPHOLUS S. and E., ADR, and Luc. Dro. S. There is a fat friend at your master's house, That kitchen’d me for you to-day at dinner; She now shall be my sister, not my wife. _Dro. E. Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother; I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth. Will you walk in to see their gossiping ?

Dro. S. Not I, Sir; you are my elder.
Dro. E. That's a question: how shall we try it?

Dro. S. We will draw cuts for the senior : till then, lead thou first.

Dro. E. Nay, then thus: We came into the world, like brother and brother: And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another. [Exeunt.

МАСВЕТН.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

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A SOLDIER.-A PORTER.-An Old
MACBETH, Generals of the King's Man.
BANQUO,

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MACDUFF,
LENOX,

LADY MACBETH.
ROSSE, Noblemen of Scot LADY MACDUFF.
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GENTLEWOMAN attending on Lady ANGUS,

Macbeth. CATHNESS,

HECATE, and three Witches. FLEANCE, Son to Banquo. SIWARD, Earl of Northumberland, | LORDS, GENTLEMEN, OFFICERS, General of the English Forces.

SOLDIERS, MURDERERS, ATTENDYOUNG SIWARD, his Son.

ANTS, and MESSENGERS.
SEYTON, an Officer attending on
Macbeth.

The Ghost of BANQUO, and seveSon to Macduff.

ral 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 Castle.

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SCENE I.-An open Place. - Thunder and Lightning. Enter three WITCHES. 1 Witch. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain ?

2 Witch. When the hurlyburly 's done, When the battle's lost and won :

3 Witch. That will be ere set of sun.
1 Witch. Where the place ?
2 Witch. Upon the heath:
3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth.
1 Witch. I come, Graymalkin!

All. Paddock* calls :-Anon.Tair is foul, and foul is fair : Hover through the fog and filthy air. [WITCHES vanish.

SCENE II.-A camp near Fores.
Alarum within. Enter King DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN,

LENOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding SOLDIER.
Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.

Mal. This is the sergeant,
Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought
'Gainst my captivity :-Hail, brave friend !.

ing the knowledge of the broil, As thou didst leave it.

Sold. Doubtfully it stood;
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together,
And choke their art. The merciless Macdon wald
(Worthy to be a rebel; for, to that,
The multiplying villanies of nature
Do swarm upon him) from the western isles
Of Kernes and Gallowglassest is supplied ;
And fortune, on his dainned quarrel smiling,
Show'd like a rebel's whore: But all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that name),
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
Which smoked with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion,
Carved out his passage, till he faced the slave;
And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

Dun. 0, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman !

Sold. 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,
Compellid these skipping Kernes to trust their heels;
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,
With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of inen,
Began a fresh assault.

Dun. Dismay'd not this
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo ?

Sold. Yes;
As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion.
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As cannons overcharged with double cracks;
So they
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foc:

* A toad.

+ Light and heavy armed troops.

Except they meant to bathe in recking wounds,
Or memorize* another Golgothay
I cannot tell:
But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.

Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds;
They smack of honour both :-Go, get him surgeons.

[Exit SOLDIER, attended.

Enter Rosse. Who comes here?

Mal. The worthy thane of Rosse.

Len. What a haste looks through his eyes ! So should he look, That seems to speak things strange.

Rosse. God save the king!
Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane ?

Rosse. From Fife, great king,
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky,
And fan our people cold.
Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
The thane of Cawdor, 'gan'a dismal conflict :
Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,t
Confronted him with self-comparisons,
Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm,
Curbing his lavish spirit: And, to conclude,
The victory fell on us ;-

Dun. Great happiness!

Rosse. That now
Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition;
Nor would we deign him burial of his men,
Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' inch,
Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Our bosom interest :-Go, pronounce his death,
And with his former title greet Macbeth.

Rosse. I'll see it done.
Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. [Exeunt.

SCENE III.-A Heath. Thunder. Enter the three WITCHES.

1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister ?
2 Witch. Killing swine.
3 Witch. Sister, where thou ?

1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,
And mounch'd and mounch’d, and mounch'd :-Give me, quoth I:
Aroint thee, I witch ! the rump-fed ronyons cries.
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the Tiger:
But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
And, like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

# Ayaunt.

* Make memorable.

† Armour.
SA scurvy woman fed on offals.

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