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Nor ever didst thou draw thy sword on me:
I never saw the chain, so help me heaven!
And this is false, you burden me withal.
Duke. Why, what an intricate impeach is

I think you all have drank of Circe's cup.
If here you hous'd him, here he would have


[ly:If he were mad, he would not plead so coldYou say he dined at home; the goldsmith here Denies that saying :-Sirrah, what say you? Dro. E. Sir, he dined with her there, at the Porcupine.

Cour. He did; and from my finger snatch'd that ring.

Ant. E. 'Tis true, my leige, this ring had I of her.

Duke. Saw'st thou him enter at the abbey here?

Cour. As sure, my leige, as I do see your grace.

Duke. Why, this is strange-Go call the
Abbess hither;

I think you are all mated,* or stark mad.
[Exit an Attendant.

Ege. Most mighty duke, vouchsafe me speak
a word;

Haply I see a friend will save my life,
And pay the sum that may deliver me.

Duke. Speak freely, Syracusan, what thou

Ege. Is not your name, Sir, call'd Anti-
pholus ?

And is not that your bondman Dromio ?
Dro. E. Within this hour I was his bondman,

But he, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords;
Now am I Dromio, and his man, unbound.
Ege. I am sure, you both of you remember


Dro. E. Ourselves we do remember, Sir, by you;

For lately we were bound as you are now. You are not Pinch's patient, are you, Sir? Ege. Why look you strange on me? you know me well.

Ant. E. I never saw you in my life, till now. Ege. Oh! grief hath chang'd me, since you saw me last;

And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand Have written strange defeaturest in my face: But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice? Ant. E. Neither.

Ege. Dromio, nor thou?

Dro. E. No, trust me, Sir, nor I.
Ege. I am sure, thou dost.

Dro. E. Ay, Sir; but I am sure, I do not; and whatsoever a man denies, you are now bound to belive him.

Ege. Not know my voice! O, time's extremity! [tongue, Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor In seven short years, that here my only son Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares? Though now this grained‡ face of mine be hid In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, And all the conduits of my blood froze up; Yet hath my night of life some memory, My wasting lamp some fading glimmer left, My dull deaf ears a little use to hear: All these old witnesses (I cannot err,) Tell me, thou art my son Antipholus.

Ant. E. I never saw my father in my life. Ege. But seven years since, in Syracusa, boy,

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Dro. E. I, Šir, am Dromio; pray let me stay. Ant. S. Egeon, art thou not? or else his ghost?

Dro S. O, my old master! who hath bound him here?

Abb. Whoever bound him, I will loose his

And gain a husband by his liberty:-
Speak, old geon, if thou be'st the man
That had'st a wife once call'd Æmilia,
That bore thee at a burden two fair sons:
O, if thou be'st the same Ægeon, speak,
And speak unto the same Æmilia!

Ege. If I dream not, thou art Æmilia;
If thou art she, tell me, where is that son
That floated with thee on the fatal raft?

Abb. By men of Epidamnum, he, and I, And the twin Dromio, all were taken up; But, by and by, rude fishermen of Corinth By force took Dromio and my son from them, And me they left with those of Epidamnum: 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 1 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:-What I told you then,
I hope, I shall have leisure to make good;
If this be not a dream, I see, and hear.

*The morning story is what Egeon tells the Duke in the first scene of this play. VOL. I. Rr

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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


Dro. S. Master, shall I fetch your stuff from shipboard?

Ant. E. Dromio, 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


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 gossipping?

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

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

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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 hurlyburiy'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.-

Fair 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 reAs seemeth by his plight, of the revolt [port, The newest state.

Mal. This is the sergeant, 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.

Sold. Doubtfully it stood;


As two spent swimmers, that do cling together,
And choke their art. The merciless Macdon-
(Worthy to be a rebel; for, to that,
The multiplying villainies of nature
Do swarm upon him,) from the western isles
Of Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied ;t
And fortune, on his damned quarrelf smiling,


1. Supplied with light and heavy armed troops. Cause

Show'd like a rebel's whore: But all's too weak:

[name,) Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that Which smok'd with bloody execution, Like valour's minion,

Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave; And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to


[chaps, Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders [come, So from that spring, whence comfort seein❜d to Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:


No sooner justice had, with valour arm'd, Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heels;

But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,"
With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men,
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,t 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 :

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They smack of honour both :- Go, get him surgeons. [Exit SOLDIER, attended. Enter RossE.

Who comes here?

Mal. The worthy thane of Rosse.

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 nine:

Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! Peace!--the charm's wound up.

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,flapp'd 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;-

Dun. Great happiness!
Rosse. That now


Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composi-
Nor would we deign him burial of his men,
Till he disburs'd, 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.
Rossc. I'll see it done.

Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth bath

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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?


Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores?-What

are these,

So wither'd, and so wild in their attire ;
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on't? Lives you? or are youaught
That man may question? You seem to under-
stand me,

By each at once her choppy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips: You should be women,
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so.

Macb. Speak, if you can:-What are you? 1 Watch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis !

2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!

3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter.

Ban. Good Sir, why do you start; and seem

to ear

[truth, Things that do sound so fair?--I'the name of Are ye fantasticalt of that indeed

Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction

Of noble having, and of royal hope,
That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak
If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say, which grain will grow, and which

will not;

Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear.

Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her Your favours, nor your hate.

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Give me, quoth I:


Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon||
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the

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.

1 Witch. Thou art kind.

3 Witch. And I another.

1 Witch. I myself have all the other;
Andth e very ports they blow,
All the quarters that they know
l' the shipman's card. T

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 lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd.
Look what I have.

2 Witch. Show me, show me.

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

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

[Drum within.

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1 Witch. Hail!

2 Witch. Hail! 3 Witch. Hail!

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Or have we eaten of the insane root,||
That takes the reason prisoner?

Macb. Your children shall be kings.
*Prophetic sisters. ↑ Supernatural, Spiritual,
1 Estate.
Rapturo affert is

The root which makes imane

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To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; To hearld thee into his sight, not pay thee.

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Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater ho- SCENE IV-Fores.-A Room in the Palace.



He bade me, from him, call thee thane of CawIn which addition,† hail, most worthy thane ! For it is thine.

Ban. What, can the devil speak true? Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives; Why do you dress me In borrowed robes?

Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet; But under heavy judgment bears that life Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was Combin'd with Norway; or did line the rebel With hidden help and vantage; or that with


He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not; But treasons capital, confess'd, and prov'd, Have overthrown him.

Macb. Glamis, the thane of Cawdor: The greatest is behind.-Thanks for your pains.

Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to
Promis'd no less to them?

Ban. That, trusted home,
Might yet enkindlet you unto the crown,
Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange;
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instrument of darkness tells us truths;
Win us with honest trifles, to betray us

In deepest consequence.Cousins a word, I pray you.

Macb. Two truths are told,

As happy prolouges to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentle-
This supernatural soliciting

Cannot be ill; cannot be good :-If ill,
Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cow-



Dun Is execution done on Cawdor? Are Those in commission yet return'd?

Mal. My liege,


They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
With one that saw him die: who did report,
That very frankly he confess'd his treasons;
Implor'd your highness' pardon; and set forth
A deep repentance: nothing in his life
Became him, like the leaving it; he died
As one that had been studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he ow❜dt

As 'twere a careless trifle.

Dun. There's no art,

To find the mind's construction in the face ;§
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust.-O worthiest cousin!
Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before,
The sin of my ingratitude even now
That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less de-
Might have been mine! only I have left to say,
That the proportion both of thanks and pay-
More is thy due than more than all can pay.

Macb. The services and the loyalty I owe,
In doing it, pays itself Your highness' part
Is to receive our duties: and our duties
Are to your throne and state, children and
Safe toward your love and honour.
Which do but what they should, by doing every


Dun. Welcome hither:

I have begun to plant thee, and will labour That hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known To make thee full of growing.||-Noble Banquo, No less to have done so, let me infold thee, And hold thee to my heart.

Ban. There if I grow, The harvest is your own.

If good, why do I yield to that suggestion]]
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature? Present fears
Are less than horrible immaginings:
Dun. My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
My thought whose murderer yet is but fantas-in drops of sorrow.-Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
Shakes so my single state of man, that function And you whose places are the nearest, know,
Is smoother'd in surmise ** and nothing is,
But what is not.

As fast as they could be counted. Title.

+ Stimulate.



*Time and opportunity.

Owned, possessed.

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The powers of action are oppressed by coniecture.

† Pardon.

We cannot construe the disposition of the mind by Exuberant.

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