MACBETH.

ACT I
SCENE I. A Cross-way.

Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches.

1. W. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, and in rain?

2. W. When the hurly-burly's done, When the battle's loft and won :

3. W. That will be ere th' fet of fun. 1. W. Where the place?

2. W. Upon the heath:

3. W. There to meet with great Macbeth. 1. W. I come: Grimalkin!

all. Padocke calls: - Anon.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair:

Hover through the fog and filthy air.

SCENE II. A Camp, near Foris. Alarums. Enter King DUNCAN, MALCOLM, Donalbain, LENOX, with Attendants;

2 Lightning, or in

a Soldier meeting them.

DUN. What bloody man is that? He can report, As feemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state.

MAL. This is the ferjeant,

Who like a good and hardy foldier fought
'Gainft my captivity: Hail, hail, brave friend!
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil,
As thou did't leave it.

Sol. Doubtful it ftood;

As two spent swimmers, that do cling together,
And choak their art. The mercilefs Macdonel
(Worthy to be a rebel; for, to that,
The multiplying villanies of nature
Do fwarm upon him) from the western ifles
Of Kernes and Gallow-glaffes is fupply'd;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel fmiling,
Shew'd like a rebel's whore : But all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that name)
Difdaining fortune, with his brandisht steel,
Which fmok'd with bloody execution,

(Like valour's minion) carved out his paffage,
"Till he had fac'd the flave:

And ne'er fhook hands, nor bad farewel to him, "Till he unfeam'd him from the nave to the chops, And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

DUN. O valiant cousin, worthy gentleman! Sol. As whence the fun 'gins his reflection Shipwrecking ftorms and direful thunders break; So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come, Discomfort wells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: No fooner justice had, with valour arm'd,

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Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heels;
But the Norweyan lord, furveying vantage,
With furbisht arms, and new fupplies of men,
Began a fresh assault.

DUN. Difmay'd not this

Our captains, brave Macbeth and Banque ?
Sol. Yes;

As fparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion.
If I fay footh, I muft report they were

As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks ;
So they doubly redoubl'd strokes on the foe:
Except they meant to bath 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 fmack of honour both :-Go, get him furgeons. [Exeunt Some with the Soldier,

But who comes here?

Enter ROSSE, and Angus.

MAL. The worthy thane of Roffe.

[he look,

LEN. What hafte looks through his eyes! So fhould

That seems to speak things ftrange.

Ros. God fave the king!

DỤN. Whence cam'ft thou, worthy thane ?

Ros. From Fife, great king;

Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky,

And fan our people cold.

Norway, himself with numbers terrible,

Affifted by that most disloyal traitor

The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict: 'Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapt in proof,

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Confronted him with felf comparisons,

Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainft arm,
Curbing his lavish spirit: And to conclude,
The victory fell on us.

DUN. Great happiness!

[tion:

Ros. Now Sweno, Norway's king, craves composi

Nor would we deign him burial of his men,

'Till he disbursed, at faint Colme's hill,

Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

DUN. No more that thane of Cawdor fhall deceive Our bosom intereft: - Go, pronounce his present death, And with his former title greet Macbeth.

Ros. I'll fee it done.

DUN. What he hath loft, noble Macbeth hath won.

SCENE III. A Heath.

Thunder. Enter the three Witches.

1. W. Where haft thou been, fifter?

2. W. Killing fwine.

3. W. Sifter, where thou?

1.

[Exeunt.

W. A failor's wife had chefnuts in her lap, [quoth I: And mouncht, and mouncht, and mouncht; Give me, Aroint thee, witch, the rump-fed ronyon cries.

Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the tiger;
But in a five I'll thither fail,

And, like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

2. W. I'll give thee a wind.
1. W. Thou'rt kind.

3. W. And I another.

1. W. I myself have all the other;

That now Sweno, the Norwayes

And the very points they blow,
All the quarters that they know
I'the fhip-man's card.

I'll drain him dry as hay:
Sleep fhall, neither night nor day,
Hang upon his pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid :

Weary fev'n-nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:
Though his bark cannot be loft,
Yet it shall be tempeft-tost.
Lock what I have.

2. W. Shew me, fhew me.

1. W. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreckt, as homeward he did come. 3. W. A drum, a drum ;

Macbeth doth come.

all. The weird fifters, hand in hand,

Posters of the fea and land,

Thus do go about, about;

Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,

And thrice again, to make up nine :
Peace, the charm's wound up.

[Drum within,

Enter MACBETH, and BANQUO, journeying;
Soldiers, and Others, at a Distance,

MAC. So foul and fair a day I have not feen.
BAN. How far is't call'd to Foris?

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

What are these,

That look not like the inhabitants o'the earth,

And yet are on't? Live you? or are you ought

That man may question? You feem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying

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