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*Re-enter fighting, and MACBETH is slain.

-eat and Flourish.

Enter with Drum and Colours, MALCOLM, Old SIWARD, ROSSE, Thanes, and oldiers.

al. I would the friends we miss, were safe arriv'd.` w. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, reat a day as this is cheaply bought.

al. Macduff is missing, and your noble son.

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Osse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: only liv'd but till he was a man ;

which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd

e unshrinking station where he fought,

Like a man he dy'd.

. Then he is dead?

sse. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of

sorrow

not be measur'd by his worth, for then

h no end.

. Had he his hurts before?

-se. Ay, on the front.

. Why then, God's soldier be he!

I as many sons as I have hairs,

ld not wish them to a fairer death:

so his knell is knoll'd.

. He's worth more sorrow,

that I'll spend for him.

-. He's worth no more;

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"And so, God be with him!"-Here comes newer

comfort.

Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's Head.

Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, where stands

The usurper's cursed head: the time is free:
I see thee compass'd with *thy kingdom's pearl,
That speak my salutation in their minds;
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine,-
Hail, king of Scotland!

All. Hail, king of Scotland!

[Flourish.

Mal. We shall not spend a large expence of time,
Before we reckon with your several loves,
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And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
In such an honour nam'd. What's more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exil'd friend's abroad,
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny;
Producing forth the cruel ministers

Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen.;
Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands.
Took off her life;-This, and what needful else 400
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,

We will perform in measure, time, and place:
So thanks to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we invite to see us. crown'd at Scone.

[Flourish. Exeunt.

The

The following Scenes are not in the original Copies, but have been introduced in Representation, and set to Music by Mr. LOCKE, with alterations by Dr. ARNE.

[AT THE END OF THE SECOND ACT.]

The SCENE changes to a Wood. Thunder and Lightning. Enter several Witches and sing.

1 Witch.

SPEAK, sister, is the deed done? a Witch. Long ago, long ago; Above twelve glasses since have run.

3 Witch. Ill deeds are seldom slow,

Or single, but following crimes on former wait.
4 Witch. The worst of creatures safest propagate.
Many more murders must this one ensue;

Dread horrors still abound,

And ev'ry place surround,
As if in death were found

Propagation too.

2 Witch. He must!

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Chor. We should rejoice when good kings bleed.

When cattle dic, about, about we go;

When lightning and dread thunder

Rend stubborn rocks in funder,

And fill the world with wonder,
What should we do?

Chor.

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.1 Witch. Let's have a dance upon, the heathy We gain more life by Duncan's death.

2 Witch. Sometimes like branded cats we shew, Having no music but our mew,

To which we dance in some old mill,

Upon the hopper, stone, or wheel,

To fome old faw, or bardish rhime,

Chor. Where still the mill-clack does keep time.

11.

Sometimes about a hollow tree,
Around, around, around dance we;
Thither the chirping crickets come,
And beetles sing in drowsy hum;
Sometimes we dance o'er fernes or furze,
To howls of wolves, or barks of curs;

Or if with none of these we meet,

Chor. We dance to th' echoes of our feet.

Chor. At the night-raven's dismal voice,

When others tremble we rejoice,

And nimbly, nimbly dance we still,

To th' echoes from a hollow hill,

[END OF THE FIFTH SCENE IN THE THIRD ACT.]

Witches within.

Witch. Hecate, Hecate, come away.

Hec. Haik, hark, I'm call'd,.

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My little merry airy spirit see,

Sits in a foggy cloud, and waits for me.

Witch. Hecate, Hecate, Hecate. Hec. Thy chirping voice I hear, So pleasing to my ear.

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. With new fall'n dew,

church-yard yew,

but 'noint, and then I'll mount.

I'm furnish'd for my flight.

[Symphony, whilst Hecate places herself in the Machine.

I and now I fly, go,

kin my sweet spirit and I.

at a dainty pleasure's this,

ail in the air,

en the moon shines fair,

ing, to dance, to toy and kiss,

woods, high rocks and mountains

verhills and misty fountains;

wer stecples, tow'rs, and turrets,

Wefly by night 'mong troops of spirits.

Chor. We fly by night 'mong troops of spirits.

The Sixth Scene of the Third Act in this Copy is omitted in

Representation.

London: Printed by FRYS & COUCHMAN,

1784

THE END.

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