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THE

TRAGEDY

OF

MACBETH.

Printed in the YEAR 1709.

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Cathness, J

Fleance, Son to Banquo.

Seyward, General of the English Forces.
Young Seyward his Son.

Seyton, an Officer attending on Macbeth.
Son to Macduff.

Doctor.

Lady Macbeth.
Lady Macduff.

Gentlewomen attending on Lady Macbeth.
Hecate and three other Witches

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, and Attendants.
The Ghost of Banquo, and several other Apparitions.

The SCENE in the End of the Fourth Act lyes in England, through the reft of the Play in Scotland, and chiefly at Macbeth's Castle.

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ACT I SCENE I SCENE an open Heath. Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches.

I WITCH.

HEN fhall we three meet again?
In Thunder, Lightning, or in Rain?
1 Witch. When the Hurly-burly's done,
When the Battel's loft and won.

3 Witch. That will be e'er the fet of Sun.
I Witch. Where the place?

2 Witch. Upon the Heath.

3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth,

I Witch. I come, Gray-Malkin.

All. Padocke calls--anon---Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

Hover through the fog and filthy Air..

[They rife from the Stage, and fly away.

SCENE II. A Palace.

Enter King, Malcolme, Donalbain, Lenox, with Attendants meeting a bleeding Captain.

King. What bloody Man is that? He can report,

As feemeth by his Plight, of the Revolt

The newest State.

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Mal. This is the Serjeant,

Who like a good and hardy Soldier fought
'Gainft my Captivity; Hail, hail, brave Friend!
Say to the King, the Knowledge of the broil,
As thou didst leave it.

Cap. Doubtful it ftood;

As two fpent Swimmers, that do cling together,
And choak their Art: The merciless Macdonnel
(Worthy to be a Rebel, for to that

The multiplying Villanies of Nature
Do fwarm upon him) from the Western Isles
Of Kernes and Gallow-glaffes is fupply'd,
And Fortune on his damned Quarry fmiling,
Shew'd like a Rebels Whore. But all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth, well he deferves that Name,
Difdaining Fortune, with his brandisht Steel,
Which fmoak'd with bloody Execution,

Like Valours Minion, carv'd out his Paffage,
'Till he fac'd the Slave;

Which never fhook Hands, nor bid farewel to him,
?Till he unfeam'd him from the Nave to th' Chops,
And fix'd his Head upon our Battlements.

King. O valiant Coufin! worthy Gentleman!
Cap. As whence the Sun gins his Reflection,
Shipwracking Storms and direful Thunders breaking;
So from that Spring, whence Comfort feem'd to come,
Difcomfort fwells: Mark, King of Scotland, mark;
No fooner Juftice had, with Valour arm'd,
Compell'd thefe skipping Kernes to truft their Heels.
But the Norweyan Lord furveying Vantage,
With furbisht Arms and new Supplies of Men,
Began a fresh affault.

King. Dilmaid not this our Captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
Cap. Yes, as Sparrows 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 redoubled Stroaks on the Foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking Wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,

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