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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.

LADY MACBETH.

LADY MACduff.

Gentlewoman attending Lady Macbeth.

HECATE.

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 Scotland.

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THE TRAGEDY OF

MACBETH.

ACT I.

SCENE I. An open Place.

Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches.

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FIRST WITCH.

HEN 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 the 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 !

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All. Fair is foul, and foul is fair:

Eover through the fog and filthy air.

[Witches vanish

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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 re

port,

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. O 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

wounds :

They smack of honour both.

become thee, as thy

Go, get him surgeons. [Exit Soldier, attended.

Enter ROSSE and ANGUS.

The worthy Thane of Rosse.

Who comes here?

Mal.

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.

Rosse. That now

Great happiness!

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.

[Exeunt.

Thunder.

1 Witch.

SCENE III.

A Heath.

Enter the three Witches.

Where hast thou been, sister?

2 Witch. Killing swine.

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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.

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