Siward, Earl of Northumberland, General of the

English forces:

Young Siward, his son.

Seyton, an officer attending on Macbeth.

Son to Macduff.

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, At tendants, and Messengers.

The Ghost of Banquo, and several other Apparitions.

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.

МАСВЕТН.

ACT I.

SCENE I. An open Place,

Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches.

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1 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 set of sun.

1 Witch. Where the place?

2 Witch.

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:

Hoyer through the fog and filthy air.

[Witches vanish.

SCENE II.

A Camp near Fores.

Alarum within. Enter King DUNCAN, MALCOLM,

DONALBAIN, LENOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier.

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Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report,

Tumult.

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;2
And fortune, on his damned quarrel3 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 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'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heels;
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,

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
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. [Exit Soldier, attended.

Enter ROSSE.

Who comes here?
Mal.

The worthy thane of Rosse.

Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So

5 Truth. 6 Make another Golgotha as memorable as the first.

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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, 'gan a dismal conflict:
Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,9
Confronted him with self-comparisons,
Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm,
Curbing his lavish spirit: And, to conclude,
The victory fell on us;
Dun.

Rosse. That now

Great happiness!

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 death,
And with his former title greet Macbeth.

Rosse. I'll see it done.

Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath

won.

SCENE IIÍ.

[Exeunt.