Angus,

Cathness, J

Fleance, Son to Banquo.

C

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 Witches.

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers and Attendants.

The Ghost of Banquo, and feveral 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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MACBETH.

ACT I. SCENE I.

An open Place.

Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches.
IWITCH.

W

HEN 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 Set of Sun.

1 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 rife from the stage and fly away.

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

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Mal.

Mal. This is the Serjeant,
Who like a good and hardy foldier 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 fwarm upon him) from the western ifles
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 name)
Difdaining fortune, with his brandisht steel
Which smoak'd with bloody execution,
Like Valour's Minion carved out his passage,
'Till he had fac'd the flave;

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 Coufin! worthy Gentleman ! Cap. As whence the fun 'gins his reflection, Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break; So from that Spring, whence Comfort seem'd to come, Discomfit well'd. Mark, King of Scotland, mark; No fooner justice 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?

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Cap. Yes,

were

As fparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion.
If I fay footh, I must report ort, they
* 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 furgeons.

Enter Roffe and Angus.

But who comes here?

Mal. The worthy Thane of Roffe.

Len. What haste looks through his eyes?

So should he look, that feems to speak things strange.

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, himself with numbers terrible,
Affisted by that most disloyal traitor
The Thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict.
'Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapt in proof,
Confronted him with felf-comparisons,
Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm,
Curbing his lavish spirit. To conclude,
The victory fell on us.

King. Great happiness!

[sition:

Roffe. Now Sweno, Norway's King, craves compo

Nor 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 bofom-int'rest. 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

[Exeunt

SCENE

III.

Changes to the Heath.

Thunder. Enter the three Witches.

1 Witch.

W

HERE haft thou been, sister?

2 Witch. Killing swine.

3 Witch. Sifter, where thou ?

1 Witch. A failor'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.

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' th' ship-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 sev'n-nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak and pine:
Though his bark cannot be loft,
Yet it shall be tempeft-tost.
Look, what I have.

2 Witch. Shew me, shew me.

I Witch.