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DUNCAN, King of Scotland.
Generals of the King's Army.
Noblemen of Scotland.
FLEANCE, Son to BANQUO.
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.
A Porter. An Old Man.
Gentlewoman attending on LADY MACBETH.
HECATE, and three Witches.
Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers,
Attendants, and Messengers.
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, DONAL
BAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding
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;
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 villanies of nature
Do swarm upon him,-from the Western isles
Of kerns 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 battlements.
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,
Compelld these skipping kerns to trust their heels,
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,
With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men,
Began a fresh assault.
Dismay'd not this
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As cannons overcharg’d with double cracks;
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.
[Exit Soldier, attended. Who comes here? Mal.
The worthy Thane of Ross. Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should
he look That seems to speak things strange.
Enter Ross. Ross.
God save the king!
Dun. Whence cam’st thou, worthy thane?
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, began 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.
Great happiness !
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.
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
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