!

!

!

Ant. S. This purse of ducats I receiv'd from you, was no work of his, is an opinion which (as Bene

And Dromio my man did bring them me:
I see, we still did meet each other's man,
And I was ta'en for him, and he for me,
And thereupon these Errors are arose.

Ant. E. These ducats pawn I for my father here.
Duke. It shall not need, thy father hath his life.
Cour. Sir, I must have that diamond from you.
Ant. E. There, take it; and much thanks for
my good cheer.

Abb. Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains
To go with us into the abbey here,
And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes:-

(1) The morning story is what Ægeon tells the duke in the first scene of this play.

ACT I.

An English Doctor. A Scotch Doctor.

A Soldier. A Porter. An old Man.

Lady Macbeth.

Lady Macduff.

Gentlewoman attending on lady Macbeth.
Hecate, and three Witches.

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers,
Attendants, and Messengers.

The Ghost of Banquo, and several other Appari-
tions.

Scene, in the end of the fourth act, lies in England; through the rest of the play, in Scotland, and, chiefly, at Macbeth's castle.

Do swarm upon him,) from the western isles Of Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied;2 SCENE I-An open place. Thunder and Light- And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,

ning. Enter three Witches.

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.

Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
Sold. As whence the un 'gins his reflexion
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'uthese 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;

As 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:

6

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 sur[Exit Soldier, attended.

geons.

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 de

ceive

Our bosom interest: -Go, pronounce his death,

And with his former title greet Macbeth.

Rosse. I'll see it done.

Enter Macbeth and Banquo.

Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores?-What are

these,

So wither'd, and so wild in their attire;

That look not like the inhabitants o'the earth,
And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught

That man may question? You seem to understand

me,

By each at once her choppy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips: -You should be women,
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so.

Macb. Speak, if you can;-What are you?
1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane

of Glamis!

hereafter.

3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king Ban. Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear, Things that do sound so fair?-I'the name of truth,

Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath Are ye fantastical, or that indeed

[Exeunt. Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Enter the Of noble having, 10 and of royal hope,

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 ronyons 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 pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid:"

Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd.
Look what I have.

2 Witch. Show me, show me.
1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb,

Wreck'd, as homeward he did come.

3 Witch. A drum, a drum;

Macbeth doth come.

That he seems rapt1 withal; to me you speak not:
If you can look into the seeds of time,

And say, which grain will grow, and which will not,
Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear,
Your favours, nor your hate.

1 Witch. Hail!

2 Witch. Hail!

3 Witch. Hail!

So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo!

1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail!

Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis;
But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives,
A prosperous gentleman; and to be king,
Stands not within the prospect of belief,

No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence
You owe this strange intelligence? or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
With such prophetic greeting?-Speak, I charge
[Witches vanish.

That takes the reason prisoner?

Mach. Your children shall be kings.
Ban.

(8) Prophetic sisters.

You shall be king.

(9) Supernatural, spiritual. (10) Estate.

(11) Rapturously affected.

(12) The root which makes insane.