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What then became of them, I cannot tell;
Duke. Why, here begins his morning story right;*
Ant. S. No, Sir, not I; I came from Syracuse.
Duke. Stay, stand apart; I know not which is which.
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. S. And so do I, yet did she call me so;
Ang. That is the chain, Sir, which you had of me.
Ant. E. And you, Sir, for this chain arrested me.
Dro. E. No, none by me.
Ant. S. This purse of ducats I received from you,
Ant. E. These ducats pawn I for my father here.
Ant. E. There, take it; and much thanks for my good cheer.
Abb. Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains
And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes:-—
The morning story is what Ægeon tells the Duke in the first scene of this play.
My heavy burdens ne'er deliver❜d.
The duke, my husband, and my children both,
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. 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 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.
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.
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.-
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,
Mal. This is the sergeant,
Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought
Sold. Doubtfully it stood;
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together,
The multiplying villanies of nature
Carved out his passage, till he faced the slave;
Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heels;
Dun Dismay'd not this
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion.
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foc:
* A toad.
† Light and heavy armed troops.
Except they meant to bathe in recking wounds,
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.
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?
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky,
Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict:
Dun. Great happiness!
Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition;
Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Our bosom interest:-Go, pronounce his death,
Rosse. I'll see it done.
Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. [Exeunt.
And, like a rat without a tail,
* Make memorable.
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, witch! the rump-fed ronyon§ cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger: But in a sieve I'll thither sail,