SCENE V.

Another Part of the Field.

Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS.
Bru. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.
Cli. Statilius show'd the torch-light; but, my lord,

He came not back: he is or ta'en, or slain.

Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word;

It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.

[Whispering.

Cli. What! I, my lord? No, not for all the world.

Bru. Peace then! no words.

Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee?

Dar. To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.

Cli. Now is that noble vessel full of grief,

That it runs over even at his eyes.

Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius: list a word.

Vol. What says my lord?

Bru.

Why, this, Volumnius.

The ghost of Cæsar hath appear'd to me

Two several times by night: at Sardis once;

And, this last night, here in Philippi' fields.

I know my hour is come.

Vol.

Not so, my lord.

Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.

Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes;

Our enemies have beat us to the pit:

[Low Alarums.

It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,

Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius,
Thou know'st, that we two went to school together;

Even for that our love of old, I pray thee,

Hold thou my sword-hilts I run on it.

I thank thee, Brutus,

Luc. So Brutus should be found.

That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true.

Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain them.

Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?

Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.
Oct. Do so, good Messala.
Mes. How died my master, Strato?

Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it.
Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee,

That did the latest service to my master.

Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all :
All the conspirators, save only he,
Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar;
He, only, in a general honest thought
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle; and the elements
So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up,
And say to all the world, "This was a man!”

Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,
With all respect, and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.
So, call the field to rest; and let 's away,
To part the glories of this happy day.

[Exeunt.

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МАСВЕТН.

DRAMATIS PERSONE.

DUNCAN, King of Scotland.

MALCOLM,
DONALBAIN,

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his Sons.

Young SIWARD, his Son.
SEYTON, an Officer attending
Macbeth.

MACBETH, Generals of his Army. Son to Macduff.

BANQUO,

An English Doctor.

MACDUFF,

A Scotch Doctor.

LENOX,

A Soldier. A Porter. An old Man.

LADY MACВЕТН.

ANGUS,

CATHNESS

LADY MACDUFF.

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.

ACT I. 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.