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ACT I. SCENE 1.

Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches.

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1 Witch. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain ?

2 Witch. When the hurly-burly's done, *When the battle's lost and won :

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

All. Paddock calls : Anon*.
*Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

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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 seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state.

Mal.

Mal. This is the serjeant*,
Who like a good and hardy soldier fought
'Gainst my captivity :-Hail, brave friend!
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil,
As thou didst leave it.

Cap. Doubtful it stood* ;
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 is supplied ;
* And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Shew'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that name) 30
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
Which smoak'd with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion, carved out his passage,
'Till he fac'd the slave :
And ne'er shook hands*, nor bade farewel to him,
'Till *he unseam'd him from the nave to the chops,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

King. Oh, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman !

Cap. * As whence the sun 'gins his reflexion, Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break* ; 40 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,

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With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men,
Began a fresh assault.

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

Cap. Yes;
As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion.
If I say sooth, I must report they were
* As cannons overcharg‘d with double cracks;
So they
Doubly 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.

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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 !
King. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane ?

Rosse. From Fife, great king,
Where the Norweyan banners *Aout the sky,
And fan our people cold,

70 Norway himself, with terrible numbers, Assisted by that most disloyal traitor 3

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The thane of Cawdor, began 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: and to conclude,
The victory fell on us ;—

King. Great happiness!
Rosse. That now

80 Sweno, the Norway's 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.

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

Rosse. I'll see done.
King. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

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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 chesnuts in her lap, And mouncht, and mouncht, and mouncht : Give

me, quoth I. * Aroint thee, witch! the *rump-fed *rọnyon cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o’the Tyger:

But

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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.
2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind*.

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1 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’ the shipman'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 seven-nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle*, peak, and pine :
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-tost,
Look what I have.

2 Witch. Shew me, shew me.

1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck’d, as homeward he did come. [Drum within.

3 Witch. A drum, a drum;
Macbeth doth come.

All. *The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about;
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again, to make up
Peace !- the charm's wound up..

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