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DRAMATIS PERSONAE.

COVENT GARDEN.

DUNCAN, KING of }Mr. Hull.

Scotland
MALcolm Mr. C. Kemble.
DoNALBAIN Mr. Menage.
MACBETH Mr. Kemble.
MAcDUFF Mr. Cooke.
BAN QUo Mr. Murray.
FLEANCE Mr.T. Blunchard
LENox Mr. Creswell.
Ross Mr. Brunton.
SIward Mr. Chapman.
Seyton Mr. Claremont.
PHYSIci AN Mr. Davenport.
OFFICERs { Mr. Klanert.
Mr. Wilde.
APPARITIONS Mr. Field, &c.
HEcATE Mr. Incledon.
Mr. Blanchard.
WITCHES Mr. Emery.

LADY MACBETH
GENTLEwoMAN

Mr. Simmons.

Mrs. Siddons.
Mrs. Humphries.

DRURY LANE,

Mr. Powell.

Mr. De Camp. Mr. Tokeley. Mr. Elliston. Mr. Raymond. Mr. H. Siddons. Master West. Mr. Bartley. Mr. Holland. Mr. Sparks. Mr. Fisher.

Mr. Evans.
Mr. Webb.

Mr. Cooke.
Mr. Palmer.
Mr. Wewitzer.
Mr. Cherry.

Mrs. Powell.
Miss Tidswell.

SCENE,-In Scotland, and in England.

MACBETH.

ACT THE FIRST.

SCENE I.

The open Country.
Thunder and Lightning.

Three WITCHEs discovered.

1 Witch. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain

2 Witch. When the hurly-burly's done, When the battle's lost and won.

3 JWitch. That will be ere th’ set of sun.

1 Witch. Where the place

2. Witch. Upon the heath.

3 Witch. There to meet with—

1 Witch. Whom *

2 JWitch. Macbeth. [Noise of a Cat.

1 Witch. I come, Gray-malkin. [Noise of a Toad.

2. Witch. Paddock calls.

1 Witch. Anon.

All. Fair is foul, and foul is fair : Hover through the fog and filthy air.

[Thunder and Lightning.—Ereunt severally.

sCEN E II.

The Palace at Fores.

Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.

Enter KING DUNCAN, MALcol M, Don ALBAIN, LENox, Rosse, and ATTENDANTs, meeting a bleeding OFFICER.

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

Mal. This is the sergeant,
Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought
'Gainst my captivity ?—Hail, brave friend
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil,
As thou didst leave it.

Off. Doubtfully it stood;
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together,
And choke their art. The merciless Macdowald
From the western isles
Of Kernes and Gallow-glasses is supply'd;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Show'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;
And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

King. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman

Off. 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.

King. Dismay’d not this.
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo

Off. Yes;
As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion.—
But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.

King. So well thy words become thee, as thy

wounds; They smack of honour both:-Go, get him surgeons. [Ereunt OFFICER, and two ATTENDANTs.

Who comes here?

Mal. The worthy thane of Fife.

Len. What a haste looks through his eyes!

Rosse. So should he look,
That seems to speak things strange.

Enter MACDUFF.

Macd. God save the king!

King. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane?

Macd. 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, 'gan 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;

King. Great happiness!

Macd. 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.

King. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deCelve Our bosom interest:-Go, pronounce his present death, And with his former title greet Macbeth. Macd. I'll see it done. [Ereunt MAcDUFF and LENox. King. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. [Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Ereunt.

SCENE III.
A Heath.
Thunder and Lightning.

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 chesnuts in her lap, And mouncht, and mouncht, and mouncht:-" Give me," quoth I. , “Aroint thee, witch 1” the rump-fed ronyon cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the Tyger: But in a sieve I'll thither sail, 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 shipman's card.

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