SIWARD, 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. Hecate. Three Witches. SCENE-in the end of the fourth act, in England; through the rest of the play, in Scotland. MACBETH. ACT I. 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 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. 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 And fortune, on his damnèd quarrel (3) smiling, 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, Dun. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! Dun. Dismay'd not this Yes; Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? Sold. As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. If I say sooth, I must report they were 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. Who comes here? Mal. [Exit Soldier, attended. The worthy thane of Ross. Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look That seems(6) to speak things strange. Ross. Enter Ross.(7) God save the king! From Fife, great king; Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane? Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky Norway himself, with terrible numbers, The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict; Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; Nor would we deign him burial of his men Till he disbursèd, 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. [Exeunt. |