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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 :

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3 Witch. That will be ere set of sun.
1 Witch. Where the place ?
2 Witch. Upon the heath:
3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth.
i Witch. I come, Graymalkin!

All. Paddock calls :-Anon.-
Fair is foul, and foul is fair :
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

[Witches tanish.

SCENE II.- A camp near Fores.

Alarum within. Enter King DUNCAN, MALCOLM, Do- ,

NALBAIN, Lenox, with attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier.

Dun. 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.

Sold. Doubtfully it stood;
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together,
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald
(Worthy to be a rebel; for, to that,
The multiplying villainies of nature
Do swarm upon him,) from the western isles
Of Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied ;
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 battlernents.

Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!

Sold. As whence the sun ’gins his reflection
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break;
So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfort swells. 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.

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

Sold. Yes;

sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion. If I say sooth, I must report they were As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks;

So they

Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,
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. out

[Exit Soldier,'attended.

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Enter Rosse.
Who comes here?

Mal. The worthy thane of Rosse i
Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should

he look,
That seems to speak things strange

..!! Rosse. God save the king ! Dun. Whence cam’st thou, worthy thane ?

Rosse. From Fife, great king, ". Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky, ! And fan our people cold. Norway himself, with terrible numbers, 3717 tofur, Assisted by that most disloyal traitor t... The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict: none 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, vil The victory fell on us;

Dun. Great happiness!

Rosse. That now Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; no ! " Nor would we deign hiin burial of his men, ,...!! Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' inch, vivia ders! Ten thousand dollars to our general use. ...,

Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest:-Go, pronounce his death,

And with his former title greet Macbeth.

Rosse. I'll see it done.
Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.



Thunder. Enter 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 mounch'd, and mounch’d, and mounch’d:-Give

me, quoth I:
Aroint thee, witch ! the rump-fed ronyon cries.
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the Tiger:
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.
I will drain him dry as hay:
Sleep shall, neither night nor day,
Hang upon his peut-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid :
Weary sev'n-nights nine times nine,

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