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MACBETH.

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BANQUO, General of the King's Army.

FLEANCE, son to Banquo.

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SIWARD, Earl of Northumberland, General of the
English Forces.

Young SIWARD, son to the Earl of Northumberland.
Son to Macduff.

SEYTON, an officer attending on Macbeth when King.
An English Doctor; a Scotch Doctor.

A Soldier; a Porter; an old Man.

LADY MACBETH, afterwards Queen.

LADY MACDuff.

A Gentlewoman, attending on Lady Macbeth when Queen.

HECATE.

Three Witches.

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

The Ghost of Banquo, and other Apparitions.

SCENE,-In the end of Act IV. in ENGLAND; through the rest of the Play in SCOTLAND.

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SCENE I.-An open Place. Thunder and Lightning.

Enter three Witches.
I Witch.

HEN 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. I 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.

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[Witches vanish.

SCENE II.-A Camp near Forres. Alarum within.

Enter KING DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, and LENOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier.

Dun. What bloody man is that?

report,

As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.

He can

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.

Doubtful 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 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 smoked with bloody execution,

Like valour's minion, carved out his passage,
Till he faced 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!

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