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Duncan, King of Scotland.

Malcolm, ) 7. _,
^ > his Sons.


„ '> Generals of the King's Army,

Banquo, ) J







Fleance, Son to Banquo.

Siward, Earl of Northumberland, General of the English Forces,

Young Siward, his Son.

Seyton, an Officer attending Macbeth.

Son to Macduff.

An English Doctor. A Scotch Doctor.

A Soldier. A Porter. An Old Man.

> Thanes of Scotland.

Lady Macbeth.

Lady Macduff.

Gentlewoman attending Lady Macbeth.


Three Witches.

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

The Ghost of Banquo, and other Apparitions.

SCENE, in the end of the fourth Act, in England; through the rest of the Play, in Scotlund.





Scene I.—An open Place.
Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches.

First 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.


Scene II,

A Camp near Forres.

Alarum within. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier.

Duncan. What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state.

Malcolm. This is the sergeant,

Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought
:Gainst my captivity. — Hail, brave friend!
Say to the King thy knowledge of the broil,
As thou did'st leave it.

Soldier. Doubtful 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 villainies of nature
Do swarm upon him) from the Western Isles
Of Kernes and Gallowglasses is suppli'd;
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.)
Disdaining 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 slave;

Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
Till he unseam'd him from the nave to th' chaps,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

Dun. 0 valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!

Sold, As whence the sun 'gins his reflection Shipwracking storms and direful thunders [break,] 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, 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, 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.

Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds: They smack of honour both. — Go, get him surgeons.

[Exit Soldier, attended.

Enter Rosse and Angus.

Who comes here?

Mai. The worthy Thane of Rosse.

Lenox. 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?

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, began a dismal conflict;

Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'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 composition;
Nor would we deign him burial of his men,
Till he disbursed 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 present

death, And with his former title greet Macbeth.

Rosse. I'll see it done.

Dun. What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won.


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: — u Aroint thee, witch!" the rump-fed ronyon cries.

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