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Duncan, king of Scotland.

MALCOLM, Bhis sons.

MACBETH, Loenerals of the King's army.

Snoblemen of Scotland.
FLEANCE, son to Banquo.
Siwand, earl of Northumberland, general of the English forces.
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.

Lady Macbeth.
Lady MacDUFF.
Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth.

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

Three Witches.

SCENE-in the end of the fourth act, in England; through the rest of the

play, in Scotland.


Scene I. An open place.
Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches.
First Witch. When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain ?

Sec. Witch. When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.

Third Witch. That will be ere the set of sun.
First Witch. Where the place ?
Sec. Witch.

Upon the heath.
Third Witch. There to meet with Macbeth.
First Witch. I come, Graymalkin!

All.(1) 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 Duncan, Malcolm, DONALBAIN, Lennox,

'with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier.
Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report,
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.

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 kerns and gallowglasses (2) is supplied ;
And fortune, on his damnèd quarrel (3) 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;
Which (4) 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;(6) 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, Compellid 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. Dun.

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;
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. Who comes here? Mal.

The worthy thane of Ross.
Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he

That seems(6) to speak things strange.

Enter Ross.(7)

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.(8)
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.


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