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SIWARD, Earl of Northumberland, General of the English
YOUNG SIWARD, his Son.
SEYTON, an Officer attending on MACBETH.
Boy, Son to MACDUFF.
An English Doctor. A Scotch Doctor. A Soldier.
Gentlewoman attending on LADY MACBETH.
HECATE, and three Witches.
Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers,
The Ghost of Banquo, and several other Apparitions.
SCENE,-in the end of the Fourth Act, in ENGLAND; through the rest of the Play, in SCOTLAND; and chiefly at MACBETH'S Castle.
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.
3 Witch. That will be ere the set of sun. 1 Witch. Where the place?
Upon the heath.
3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth.
1 Witch. I come, Graymalkin! All. Paddock calls:- -anon.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air. [Witches vanish.
SCENE II-A Camp near Forres.
Alarum within. Enter King DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier.
Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his pligth, of the revolt
The newest state.
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.
Doubtfully it stood;
The multiplying villanies of nature
Do swarm upon him,-from the Western isles
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Like valour's minion,
Carv'd out his passage till he fac'd the slave;
Dun. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels,
With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men,
As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.
If I say sooth, I must report they were
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
I cannot tell :
But I am faint; my gashes cry for help.
Dun. So well thy words become thee as thy wounds; They smack of honour both.-Go, get him surgeons. [Exit Soldier, attended.
Who comes here?
The worthy Thane of Ross.
Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should
That seems to speak things strange.
God save the king!
From Fife, great king;
Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane?
Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict;
Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm,
Ross. 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.
Dun. No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest :-go pronounce his present death, And with his former title greet Macbeth.
Ross. I'll see it done.
Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.
SCENE III.-A Heath.
Thunder. 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 chestnuts in her lap, And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd:-Give quoth I:
Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries.
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger:
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