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Siward, Earl of Northumberland, General of the English


Young Siward, his Son.

Seyton, an Officer attending on Macbeth.

Son to Macduff.

An English Doctor. A Scotch Doctor.

A Soldier. A Porter. An old Man.

Lady Macbeth.

Lady Macduff.

Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth.

Hecate, and three Witches.

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, and Meffengers.

The Ghoft 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.


SCENE I. An open Place.

Thunder and Lightning. Enter three WITCHES.

I WITCH. When fhall we three meet again, In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

2 WITCH. When the hurlyburly's done,

When the battle's loft and won:

3 WITCH. That will be ere set of fun. I 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 report, As feemeth by his plight, of the revolt

The newest state.

MAL. This is the fergeant,

Who, like a good and hardy foldier, 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 Macdonwald (Worthy to be a rebel; for, to that,

The multiplying villanies of nature

Do fwarm upon him,) from the western isles
Of Kernes and Gallowglafles is fupplied;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel fmiling,
Show'd like a rebel's whore: But all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that name,)
Difdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
Which smok'd with bloody execution,

Like valour's minion,

Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the flave;

And ne'er fhook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
Till he unfeam'd him from the nave to the chops,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

DUN. O, valiant coufin! worthy gentleman!
SOLD. As whence the fun 'gins his reflexion
Shipwrecking ftorms and direful thunders break;
So from that spring, whence comfort feem'd to come,
Difcomfort fwells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark :
No fooner justice had, with valour arm'd,

Compell'd these skipping Kernes to truft their heels;
But the Norweyan lord, furveying 'vantage,
With furbish'd arms, and new fupplies of men,
Began a fresh affault.

DUN. Difmay'd not this

Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
SOLD. Yes;

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

As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks;
So they

Doubly redoubled ftrokes upon the foe:

Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,

I cannot tell :

But I am faint, my gafhes cry for help.

DUN. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds; They fmack of honour both :-Go, get him furgeons. [Exit SOLDIER, attended,

Enter ROSSE.

Who comes here?

MAL. The worthy thane of Roffe.

[he look,

LEN. What a hafte looks through his eyes! So should

That seems to speak things strange.

ROSSE. God fave the king!

DUN. Whence cam'ft 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,

Affifted 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: And, to conclude,
The victory fell on us ;-

DUN. Great happiness!

ROSSE. That now

Sweno, the Norways' king, craves compofition;
Nor would we deign him burial of his men,

Till he difburfed, at Saint Colmes' inch,

Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

DUN. No more that thane of Cawdor fhall deceive Our bofom intereft :-Go, pronounce his death,

And with his former title

ROSSE. I'll fee it done.

greet Macbeth.

DUN. What he hath loft, noble Macbeth bath won.



Thunder. Enter the three WITCHES.

I WITCH. Where haft thou been, sister?

2 WITCH. Killing fwine.

3 WITCH. Sifter, where thou?

1 WITCH. A failor's wife had chefnuts 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 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 ports they blow,

All the quarters that they know

I' the fhipman's card.

I will drain him dry as hay:

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