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Scene II.-A Camp near Fores. Alarum within.

They smack of honour both.-Go, get him sur

geons. (Exit Soldier, attended. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, DonalBAIN, Lenox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding

Enter Rosse. Soldier.

Who comes here? Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report, Mal. The worthy thane of Rosse. As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt

Len. What haste looks through his eyes! So The newest state.

should he look Mal. This is the sergeant,

That seems to speak things strange. Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought Rosse. God save the King ! 'Gainst my captivity :-Hail, brave friend ! Dun. Whence cam’st thou, worthy thane ? Say to the King the knowledge of the broil, Rosse. From Fife, great king, As thou didst leave it.

Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky, Sold. Doubtful it stood;

And fan our people cold.
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together, Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
(Worthy to be a rebel; for to that

The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict; The multiplying villanies of nature

Till that Bellona’s bridegroom, lapped in proof, Do swarm upon him) from the western isles Confronted him with self-comparisons, Of kernes and gallowglasses is supplied;

Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, And Fortune, on his damnéd quarrel smiling, Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude, Shewed like a rebel's whore. But all 's too weak; The victory fell on us.For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that name), Dun. Great happiness! Disdaining fortune, with his brandished steel, Rosse. That now Which smoked with bloody execution,

Sweno, the Norways' king craves composition; Like valour's minion, carved out his passage, Nor would we deign him burial of his men, Till he faced the slave;

Till he disburséd, at Saint Colmés' inch, And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Ten thousand dollars to our general use. Till he unseamed him from the nave to the chaps, · Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall And fixed his head upon our battlements.

deceive Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! | Our bosom interest.-Go, pronounce his present Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection

death, Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break; And with his former title greet Macbeth. So from that spring, whence comfort seemed to

Rosse. I'll see it done. come,

Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath Discomfort swells. Mark, King of Scotland,

won.

[Exeunt. mark: No sooner justice had, with valour arıned, Compelled these skipping kernes to trust their

Scene III.A Heath. heels; But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,

Thunder. Enter the three Witches. With furbished arms and new supplies of men, 1st Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? Began a fresh assault.

2nd Witch. Killing swine. Dun. Dismayed not this

3rd Witch. Sister, where thou? Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

1st Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her Sold. Yes; As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion. And mounched, and mounched, and mounched :If I say sooth, I must report they were

“Give me," quoth I: As cannons overcharged with double cracks; “ Aroint thee, witch!” the rump-fed ronyon cries. So they

Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe;

Tiger:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
Or memorise another Golgotha,

And, like a rat without a tail,
I cannot tell.

I'll do, I 'll do, and I'll do. But I am faint, my gashes cry for help

2nd Witch. I'll give thee a wind. Dun. So well thy words become thee as thy | 1st Witch. Thou art kind. wounds;

3rd Witch. And I another.

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1st Witch. I myself have all the other;
And the very ports they blow,
All the quarters that they know
l' the shipman's card.
I will drain him dry as hay:
Sleep shall, neither night nor day,
Hang upon his penthouse lid;
He shall live a man forbid :
Weary seven nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine :
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-tossed.
Look what I have.

2nd Witch. Shew me, shew me.

1st Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wrecked as homeward he did come.

(Drum within. 3rd Witch. A drum, a drum; Macbeth doth come.

AU. The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea 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.

Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear,
Your favours nor your hate.

1st Witch. Hail!
2nd Witch. Hail!
3rd Witch. Hail !
1st Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
2nd Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier.
3rd Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou

be none : So, all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!

1st Witch. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail ! Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me

more! By Sinel's death, I know I am thane of Glamis ; But how of Cawdor ? the thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman; and to be king Stands not within the prospect of belief, No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence You owe this strange intelligence; or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting.–Speak, I charge you.

[Witches vanish. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them. Whither are they vanished? Macb. Into the air; and what seemed corporal,

melted As breath into the wind. 'Would they had stayed. Ban. Were such things here as we do speak

about? Or have we eaten of the insane root, That takes the reason prisoner? Macb. Your children shall be kings. Ban. You shall be king. Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so? Ban. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's

here?

Enter Macbeth and BANQUO. Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Ban. How far is 't called to Fores? - What are

these, So withered, and so wild in their attire; That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on 't?—Live you? or are you aught That man may question? You seem to understand

me,

By each at once her choppy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips. You should be women,
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so.
Macb. Speak if you can: What are you?
Ist Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee,

thane of Glamis ! 2nd Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee,

thane of Cawdor! 3rd Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be

king hereafter. Ban. Good sir, why do you start, and seem to

fear Things that do sound so fair ?-I' the name of

truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye shew? My noble partner Ye greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having and of royal hope, : That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not,

Enter Rosse and Angus.
Rosse. The King hath happily received, Mac-

beth,
The news of thy success : and when he reads
Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
His wonders and his praises do contend,
Which should be thine or his : silenced with that,
In viewing o'er the rest o’the self-same day,
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
Nothing afеard of what thyself didst make,
Strange images of death. As thick as hail,
Came post with post; and every one did bear
Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,
And poured them down before him.

Ang. We are sent To give thee, from our royal master, thanks ; Only to herald thee into his sight, Not pay thee.

Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:

In which addition, hail, most worthy thane ! | With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your For it is thine.

pains Ban. What, can the devil speak true? Are registered where every day I turn Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives: why do | The leaf to read them. Let us toward the King.you dress me

Think upon what hath chanced; and at more time, In borrowed robes ?

The interim having weighed it, let us speak Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet ; Our free hearts each to other. But under heavy judgment bears that life

Ban. Very gladly. Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was ! Macb. Till then enough.—Come, friends. Combined with Norway, or did line the rebel

[Exeunt. With hidden help and vantage, or that with both! He laboured in his country's wreck, I know not; i But treasons capital, confessed and proved, Scene IV.-Fores. A Room in the Palace. Have overthrown him. Macb. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor:

... Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, DonalBAIN, The greatest is behind.—Thanks for your pains.

Lenox, and Attendants. Do you not hope your children shall be kings, Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor ? Are not When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, | Those in commission yet returned ? Promised no less to them?

Mal. My liege, Ban. That, trusted home,

They are not yet come back. But I have spoke Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,

With one that saw him die : who did report Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 't is strange: | That very frankly he confessed his treasons; And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

Implored your highness' pardon; and set forth The instruments of darkness tell us truths; A deep repentance. Nothing in his life Win us with honest trifles, to betray us

Became him like the leaving it: he died In deepest consequence.

As one that had been studied in his death, Cousins, a word, I pray you.

To throw away the dearest thing he owed, Macb. Two truths are told,

As 't were a careless trifle. As happy prologues to the swelling act

Dun. There's no art Of the imperial theme.- I thank you, gentlemen. To find the mind's construction in the face: This supernatural soliciting

He was a gentleman on whom I built
Cannot be ill : cannot be good. If ill,

An absolute trust.-0 worthiest cousin !
Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor:

Enter MACBETH, Banduo, Rosse, and Angus.
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion The sin of my ingratitude even now
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,

Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, That swiftest wing of recompense is slow Against the use of nature ? Present fears

To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved; Are less than horrible imaginings :

That the proportion both of thanks and payment My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Might have been mine! only I have left to say, Shakes so my single state of man, that function More is thy due than more than all can pay. Is smothered in surmise; and nothing is,

Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, But what is not.

In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part Ban. Look how our partner's rapt. Is to receive our duties : and our duties Macb. If chance will have me king, why chance Are, to your throne and state, children and may crown me,

servants; Without my stir.

Which do but what they should, by doing everyBan. New honours come upon him

thing Like our strange garments; cleave not to their Safe toward your love and honour. mould

Dun. Welcome hither : But with the aid of use.

I have begun to plant thee, and will labour Macb. Come what come may;

To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. | That hast no less deserved, nor must be known Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your No less to have done so, let me infold thee, leisure.

And hold thee to my heart. Macb. Give me your favour: my dull brain Ban. There if I grow, was wrought

The harvest is your own.

Dun. My plenteous joys,

Art not without ambition ; but without Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst In drops of sorrow.-Sons, kinsmen, thanes,

highly, And you whose places are the nearest, know, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, We will establish our estate upon

And yet wouldst wrongly win : thou 'dst have, Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter,

great Glamis, The Prince of Cumberland : which honour must That which cries, “ Thus thou must do, if thou Not, unaccompanied, invest him only,

have it; But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine And that which rather thou dost fear to do, On all deservers.-From hence to Inverness, Than wishest should be undone.” Hie thee hither, And bind us further to you.

That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; Macb. The rest is labour which is not used And chastise with the valour of my tongue for you:

All that impedes thee from the golden round I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem The hearing of my wife with your approach; To have thee crowned withal.—What is your So, humbly take my leave.

tidings? Dun. My worthy Cawdor ! Macb. The Prince of Cumberland! That is

Enter an Attendant. a step

Atten. The King comes here to-night. On which I must fall down, or else o’erleap, Lady M. Thou’rt mad to say it:

[ Aside. Is not thy master with him ? who, wer't so, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ! | Would have informed, for preparation, Let not light see my black and deep desires : Atten. So please you, it is true : our thane is The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be

coming: Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. One of my fellows had the speed of him;

[Exit. Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant, Than would make up his message. And in his commendations I am fed ;

Lady M. Give him tending; It is a banquet to me. Let us after him,

He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome :

[Exit Attendant. It is a peerless kinsman. (Flourish. Exeunt. That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan

Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here;

And fill me, from the crown to the toe, topfull
Scene V.-Inverness. A Room in Macbetu's Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,
Castle.

Stop up the access and passage to remorse;

That no compunctious visitings of nature Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a letter. Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between “They met me in the day of success; and I have

The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, learned, by the perfectest report, they have more in

And take my milk for gall, you murdering mithem than mortal knowledge. When I burned in

nisters, desire to question them further, they made them Wherever in your sightless substances selves-air, into which they vanished. Whiles I | You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! the king, who all-hailed me. Thane of Cawdor;' | That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted

Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with,

To cry, “ Hold, hold !”—Great Glamis ! worthy ‘Hail, king that shalt be!'-This have I thought

Cawdor! good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatliess; that thou mightest not lose the dues of

Enter Macbeth. rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell."

Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!

Thy letters have transported me beyond
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be This ignorant present, and I feel now
What thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy The future in the instant.
nature;

Macb. My dearest love,
It is too full o'the milk of human kindness, Duncan comes here to-night.
To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great; | Lady M. And when goes hence?

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