FLEANCE,

Generals of the King's Army,

Noblemen of Scotland.

Son to Banquo.

SEYWARD, General of the English Force
YOUNG SEYWARD his Son.

A Boy, Son to Macduff.

SEATON, an Officer attending on Macbeth,
Doctor.

LADY MACBETH.

LADY MACDUFF.

Gentlewomen attending on Lady Macbeth.
HECATE, and three other Witches.

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, & Attendants.
The Ghost of Banquo, and feveral other Apparitions.

The SCENE in the end of the fourth Act lyes in England, through the rest of the Play in Scotland, and chiefly at Macbeths Castle.

MACBETH;

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TRAGEDY.

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SCENE I. An open Heath:

Thunder and Lightning.

Enter three Witches.

I WITCH.

HEN fhall we three meet again,

Win Thunder, Lightning, & in rain?

2 Witch. When the hurly-hurly's done, When the Battel's loft and won.

3 Witch. That will be e're fet of Sun. Witch Where the place?

2 Witch. Upon the heath:

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Witch. There to meet with Macbeth.

Witch. I come, Gray-Malkin. (Afbriek like an owl:

All. Padock calls---anon --- Fair is foul,and foul is fair.

Hover through the fog and filthy Air.

[They rife from the Stage, and fly away.

SCENE II. A Palace.

Enter King, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Cap

tain.

King. What bloody Man is that? He can report,
As feemeth by his plight, of the Revolt
The newest ftate.

Mal. This is the Serjeant,

Who like a good and hardy Soldier fought
'Gainst my Captivity. Hail, hail, brave Friend!
Say to the King, the knowledge of the broil,
As thou didst leave it.

Cap. Doubtful it stood;

Astwo fpent Swimmers, that do cling together,
And choak their Art: The merciless Macdonnel
(Worthy to be a Rebel,for to that
The multiplying Villanies of Nature
Do fwarm upon him) from the Western Isles
Of Kernes and Gallow-glaffes is fupply'd;
And Fortune on his damned quarry smiling,
Shew'd like a Rebels Whore. But all's too weak j
For brave Macbeth (well he deferves that name)
Dildaining Fortune, with his brandisht steel,
Which fmoak'd with bloody execution,

Like Valours Minion, carved out his paffage,
"Till he fac'd the Slave;

Which ne'er fhook hands, nor bad farewel to him, "Till he unfeam'd him from the nave to th' chops; And fix'd his Head upon our Battlements.

King. O valiant Coufin! Worthy Gentleman! Cap. As whence the Sun gins his reflexion, Shipwracking Storms and direful Thunders break; So from that fpring, whence comfort feem'd to come

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Discomfort fwells. Mark, King of Scotland, mark:
No fooner Juftice had, with Valour arm'd,
Compell'd thefe skipping Kernes to trust their heels.
But the Norweyan Lord furveying vantage,
With furbisht Arms,and new fupplies of Men,
Began a fresh affault.

King.Difmaid not this our Captains, Macbeth & Banque?
Cap Yes, as Sparrows Eagles or the Hare the Lion.
IfI fay footh, I muft report they were

As Cannons overcharg'd with double cracks,
So they redoubled ftroaks upon the Foc:

Whether they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,

I cannot tell--- ·

But I am faint; my gashes cry for help--- .

King. So well thy words become thee, as thy Wounds, They imack of Honour both: Go, get him Surgeons. Who comes here?

Enter Roffe and Angus.

Mal. The worthy Thane of Roffe.
Len. What hafte looks through his eyes!

So should he look, that feems to speak things strange,
Roffe. God fave the King.

King. Whence cam'ft thou, worthy Thane &

Roffe. From Fife, great King,

Where the Norweyan Banners flout the Sky,

And fan our People cold.

Norway himself, with numbers terrible,
Affifted by that most disloyal Traitor,

The Thane of Cawdor, began a difmal conflict,
'Till that Bellonas Bridegroom, lapt in proof,
Confronted him with felf comparisons,

Point against point, rebellious arm'gainft arm,
Curbing his lavish Spirit: And to conclude,
The Victry fell on us.

King. Great Happiness!

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Roffe.