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or kerns and gallowglasses is supplied

And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, SCENE I. A desert place.

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

For brave Macbeth--wellhe deserves that nameThunder and lightning. Enter three Witches. Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,

First Witch. When shall we three meet again Which smoked with bloody execution,
In thunder, lightning, or in rain ?

Like valour's minion carved out his passage
Sec. Witch. When the hurlyburly's done, Till he faced the slave;
When the battle's lost and won.

Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to
Third Witch. That will be ere the set of sun. him,
First Witch. Where the place?

Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps, Sec. Witch.

Upon the heath. And fix'd his head upon our battlements. Third Witch. There to meet with Macbeth. Dun. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! First Witch. I come, Graymalkin!

Ser. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection Sec. Witch. Paddock calls.

Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break, Third Witch. Anon.

10 So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to All. Fair is foul, and foul is fair:

come Hover through the fog and filthy air. [Exeunt. Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:

No sooner justice had with valour arm'd
Scene II. A camp near Forres. Compell’d these skipping kerns to trust their heels,

But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage, 31 Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meet

Began a fresh assault. ing a bleeding Sergeant.


Dismay'd not this Dun. What bloody man is that? He can re- Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? port,


Yes; As scemeth by his plight, of the revolt

As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.
The newest state.

If I say sooth, I must report they were
This is the sergeant

As cannons overcharged with double cracks, so Who like a good and hardy soldier fought

they 'Gainst my captivity:

Hail, brave friend! Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
As thou didst leave it.

Or memorize another Golgotha,
Doubtful it stood ;

I cannot tell.
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.
And choke their art. The merciless Macdon- Dun. So well thy words become thee as thy

wounds; Worthy to be a rebel, for to that

10 They smack of honour both. Go get him surThe multiplying villanies of nature


[Exit Sergeant, attended. Do swarm upon him from the western isles Who comes here?

40 30

stand me,


Wreck'd as homeward he did come.
Enter Ross.

[Druin within. Mal.

The worthy thane of Ross. Third Witch. A drum, a drum!
Leil. What a haste looks through his eyes! | Macbeth doth come.
So should he look

All. The weird sisters, hand in hand,
That seems to speak things strange.

Posters of the sea and land,

God save the king! Thus do go about, about:
Dun. Whence camest thou, worthy thane? Thrice to thine and thrice to mine

From Fife, great king; And thrice again, to make up nine.
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky Peace! the charin's wound up.
And fan our people cold. Norway himself, 50
With terrible numbers,

Assisted by that most disloyal traitor

Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict; Ban. How far is't call'd to Forres ? What Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,

are these Confronted him with self-comparisons,

So wither'd and so wild in their attire,

40 Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude, And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught The victory fell on us.

That man may question? You seem to underDun.

Great happiness! Ross.

That now

By each at once her choppy finger laying Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition ; Upon her skinny lips: you should be women, Nor would we deign him burial of his men 6o And yet your beards forbid me to interpret Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch

That you are so: Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

Macb. Speak, if you can: what are you? Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall First Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, deceive

thane of Glamis ! Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present Sec. Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, death,

thane of Cawdor! And with his former title greet Macbeth.

Third Witch. All hail, Macbeth, that shalt Ross. I'll see it done.

be king hereafter!

50 Dun. What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath Dan. Good sir, why do you start; and seem

[Exeunt. to fear

Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of SCENE III. A heath near Forres.


Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.

Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner

You greet with present grace and great prediction First Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? Of noble having and of royal hope, Sec. Witch. Killing swine.

That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not. Third Witch. Sister, where thou?

If you can look into the seeds of time, First Witch. A sailor's wise had chestnuts in And say which grain will grow and which will not, her lap,

Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear 60 And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd:

-Your favours nor your hate. 'Give me,' quoth I:

First Witch. Hail! *Aroint thee, witch !' the rump-fed ronyon cries. Sec. Witch. Hail! Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o’ the Third Witch. Hail! Tiger :

First Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. But in a sieve I'll thither sail,

Sec. Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. And, like a rat without a tail,

Third Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

thou be none : Sec. Witch. I'll give thee a wind.

So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! First Witch. Thou 'rt kind.

First Witch. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail ! Third Witch. And I another.

Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me First Witch. I myself have all the other,

70 And the very ports they blow,

By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis; All the quarters that they know

But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, l' the shipman's card.

A prosperous gentleman; and to be king I will drain him dry as hay:

Stands not within the prospect of belief, Sleep shall neither night nor day

No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence Hang upon his pent-house lid;

You owe this strange intelligence? or why He shall live a man forbid :

Upon this blasted heath you stop

our way Weary se'nnights nine times nine

With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge Shall he dwindle, peak and pine:


[Witches vanish. Though his bark cannot be lost,

Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, Yet it shall be tempest-tost.

And these are of them. Whither are they vanLook what I have.

ish'd ?

80 Sec. Witch. Show show me.

Macb. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal First Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb,

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As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd! Why hath it given me earnest of success, Ban. Were such things here as we do speak Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: about?

If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Or have we eaten on the insane root

Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair That takes the reason prisoner?

And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Macb. Your children shall be kings.

Against the use of nature? Present fears Ban.

You shall be king. Are less than horrible imaginings: Macb. And thane of Cawdor too : went it My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, not so?

Shakes so my single state of man that function Ban. To the selfsame tune and words. Who's Is smother'd'in surmise, and nothing is

141 here?

But what is not.

Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt. Enter Ross and AxgU9.

Macb. [Aside) If chance will have me king, Ross. The king hath happily received, Mac- why, chance may crown me, beth,

Without my stir. The news of thy success; and when he reads 90 Ban,

New honours come upon him, Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, Like our strange garments, cleave not to their His wonders and his praises do contend.

mould Which should be thine or his: silenced with that, But with the aid of use. In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day,

Macb. [Aside] Come what come may, He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Nothing afеard of what thyself didst make, Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your Strange images of death. As thick as hail

leisure. Came post with post; and every one did bear Macb. Give me your favour: my duil brain Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,

was wrought And pour'd them down before him.

With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your Ang We are sent JOO pains

150 To give thee from our royal master thanks; Are register'd where every day I turn Only to herald thee into his sight,

The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king. Not pay thee.

Think upon what hath chanced, and, at more Ross. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, time, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Caw. The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak dor:

Our free hearts each to other. In which addition, hail, most worthy thane !


Very gladly. For it is thine.

Mack. Till then, enough. Come, friends. Ban. What, can the devil speak true ?

[Exeunt. Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives : why do you dress me

SCENE IV. Forres. The palace.
In borrow'd robes?
Who was the thane lives yet;

Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBut under heavy judgement bears that life

BAIN, LENNOX, and Attendants. Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not combined

Those in commission yet return'd? With those of Norway, or did line the rebel


My liege, With hidden help and vantage, or that with both They are not yet come back. But I have spoke He ur'd in his country's wreck, I know not; With one that saw him die: who did report But treasons capital, confess'd and proved, That very frankly he confess'd his treasons, Have overthrown him.

Implored your highness' pardon and set forth Macb. [Aside Glamis, and thane of Cawdor! A deep repentance: nothing in his life The greatest is behind. [To R'oss and Angus] | Became him like the leaving it; he died Thanks for your pains.

As one that had been studied in his death [To Ban.! Do you not hope your children shall To throw away the dearest thing he owed, be kings,

As 'twere a careless trifle. When those that gave the thane of Cawdor Dun.

There's no art

To find the mind's construction in the face: Promised no less to them?

He was a gentleman on whom I built
Ban. .

That trusted home 120 An absolute trust.
Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
Besides the thane of Cawdor.

But 'tis strange:

Enter MACBETH, Banquo, Ross, and AxGus. And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

O worthiest cousin ! The instruments of darkness tell us truths, The sin of my ingratitude even now Win us with honest trifles, to betray's

Was heavy on me: thou art so far before In deepest consequence.

That swiftest wing of recompense is slow Cousins, a word, I pray you.

To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deMacb.

[Aside] Two truths are told, served, As happy prologues to the swelling act

That the proportion both of thanks and payment Of the imperial theme.— I thank you, gentlemen. Might have been mine! only I have left to say, 20 (A side] This supernatural soliciting

130 More is thy due than more than all can pay. Cannot be ill, cannot be good: if ill,

Macb. The service and the loyalty I




to me

for you:

In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst Is to receive our duties; and our duties

highly, Are to your throne and state children and servants, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, Which do but what they should, by doing every And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'ldst have, thing

great Glamis, Safe toward your love and honour.

That which cries - Thus thou must do, if thou Dun.

Welcome hither: have it; I have begun to plant thee, and will labour And that which rather thou dost fear to do To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo, Than wishest should be undone.' Hie thee hither, That hast no less deserved, nor must be known 30 | That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; No less to have done so, let me infold thee

And chastise with the valour of my tongue And hold thee to my heart.

All that impedes thee from the golden round, Ban. There if I grow,

Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem 30 The harvest is your own.

To have thee crown'd withal. Dun.

My plenteous joys, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves

Enter a Messenger. In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes,

What is your tidings? And you whose places are

nearest, know

Mess. The king comes here to-night.
We will establish our estate upon

Lady M.

Thou’rt mad to say it: Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter Is not thy master with him? who, were't so, The Prince of Cumberland; which honour must Would have inform’d for preparation. Not unaccompanied invest him only,

40 Mess. So please you, it is true: our thane is But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine

coming: On all deservers. From hence to Inverness o al One of my fellows had the speed of him, And bind us further to you.

Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely. more Macb. The rest is labour, which is not used Than would make up

his message. Lady M.

Give him tending; I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful He brings [Exit Messenger. Thc hearing of my wife with your approach;

The raven himself is hoarse So humbly take my leave.

That croaks the fatal entrance of an Dun.

My worthy Cawdor! Under my battlements. Come, you spirits Macb. [Aside] The Prince of Cumberland! That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, that is a step

And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood; For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ;i 50 Stop up the access and passage to remorse, Let not light see my black and deep desires: That no compunctious visitings of nature The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be, Shake my sell purpose, nor keep peace between Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,

[Exit. And take my milk for gall, you murdering Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so ministers, valiant, Wherever in your sightless substances

50 And in his commendations I am fed;

You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, It is a banquet to me. Let's after him,

And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome: That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, It is a peerless kinsman. [Flourish. Exeunt. Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,

To cry 'Hold, hold !' Scene V. Inverness. Macbeth's castle.

Enter MACBETH. Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter.

Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Lady M. “They met me in the day of success; Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! and I have learned by the perfectest report, they Thy letters have transported me beyond have more in them than mortal knowledge. When This ignorant present, and I feel now I burned in desire to question them further, they The future in the instant. made themselves air, into which they vanished. Macb.

My dearest love, Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came Duncan comes here to-night. missives from the king, who all-hailed me “Thane Lady M.

And when goes hence? 60 of Cawdor;" by which title, before, these weird Macb. To-morrow, as he purposes. sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming

Lady M.

O, never on of time, with “Hail, king that shalt be!" Shall sun that morrow see! This have I thought good to deliver thee, my Your face, my thane, is as a book where men dearest partner of greatness, that thou mightst not May read strange matters. To beguile the time, lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent heart, and farewell.'

flower, Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be But be the serpent under't. He that's coming What thou art promised: yet do I fear thy nature; Must be provided for: and


It is too full o' the milk of human kindness This night's great business into my dispatch;
To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great; Which shall to all our nights and days to come 70
Art not without ambition, but without

Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.



Lady M.

Macb. We will speak further.

Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice Lady M.

Only look up clear; To our own lips. He's here in double trust; To alter favour ever is to fear:

First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Leave all the rest to me.

[Excunt. Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host,

Who should against his murderer shut the door, SCENE VI. Before Macbeth's castle. Not bear the knife myself. Besides this Duncan

Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been Hautboys and torches. Enter DUNCAN, MAL

So clear in his great office, that his virtues COLM, Donalbain, BANQUO, LENNOX, Mac- Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against DUFF, Ross, ANGUS, and Attendants.

The deep damnation of his taking-off; Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself

Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed Unto our gentle senses.

Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
This guest of summer,

Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, That tears shall drowiĩ the wind. I have no spur
By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath To prick the sides of my intent; bilt only
Sinells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,

Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird And falls on the other.
Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle:

Where they most breed and haunt, I have ob-

How now! what news? The air is delicate.

Lady M. He has almost supp'd: why have

you left the chamber? Enter LADY MACBETH.

Macb. Hath he ask'd for me? Dun. See, sce, our honour'd hostess! 10 Lady M.

Know you not he has? 30 The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, Macb. We will proceed no further in this Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you

business: How you shall bid God ’ild us for your pains,

He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought And thank us for your trouble.

Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Lady M.

All our service Which would be wo now in their newest gloss, In every point twice done and then done double Not cast aside so soon. Were poor and single business to contend

Was the hope drunk Against those honours deep and broad wherewith Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since? Your majesty loads our house: for those of old, And wakes it now, to look so green and pale And the late dignities heap'd up to them,

At what it did so freely? From this time We rest your hermits.

Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor? 20 To be the same in thine own act and valour

40 We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose

As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that To be his purveyor: but he rides well;

Which thou estcem'st the ornament of life, And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp And live a coward in thine own esteem, him

Letting 'I dare not’ wait upon 'I would,'
To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess, Like the poor cat i' the adage ?
We are your guest to-night.


Prithee, peace: Lady M.

Your servants ever

I dare do all that may become a man; Have theirs, themselves and what is theirs, in who dares do more is none. compt,

Lady 11.

What beast was't, then, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, That made you break this enterprise to me? Still to return your own.

When you durst do it, then you were a man; Dun.

Give me your hand; And, to be more than what you were, you would 50 Conduct me to mine host: we love him liighly, Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place And shall continue our graces towards him. 30 Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: By your leave, hostess.

[Exeunt. They have made themselves, and that their titSCENE VII. Macbeth's castle.

Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know

How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: Hautboys and torches. Enter q, Sewer, and I would, while it was smiling in my face,

divers Servants with dishes and service, and Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, pass over the stage. Then enter MACBETH. And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Maeb. If it were done when 'tis done, then Have done to this. 'twere well


If we should fail? It were done quickly: if the assassination

Lady M.

We fail! Could trammel up the consequence, and catch But screw your courage to the sticking-place, 60 With his surcease success; that but this blow And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleepMight be the be-all and the end-all here,

Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, Soundly invite him-his two chamberlains We'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases Will I with wine and wassail so convince We still have judgement here; that we but teach That memory, the warder of the brain, Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice A limbeck only: when in swinish sleep

ness now

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