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FLEANCE, Son to Banquo.

the English Forces.

YOUNG SIWARD, his Son.

SEYTON, an Officer attending on Macbeth.
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.

HECATE, and three Witches.

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

SIWARD, Earl of Northumberland, General of The Ghost of Banquo, and several other Appa

ritions.

SCENE-In the end of the Fourth Act, lies in England; through the rest of the play, in Scotland; and, chiefly, at Macbeth's Castle.

Art First.

SCENE I. An open Place.

Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches. 1 Witch. WHEN shall we three meet again, In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

2 Witch. When the hurlyburly's done,

When the battle's lost and won.

3 Witch. That will be ere set of sun.

1 Witch. Where the place?

2 Witch.

Upon the heath: 3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth. 1 Witch. I come, Graymalkin! All. Paddock calls:-Anon.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

[Witches vanish. SCENE II. A Camp near Fores. Alarum within. Enter KING DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENOX, 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.

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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;
And 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 reflexion Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break; [come,

So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland,

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That seems to speak things strange.

Rosse.

God save the king!
Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane?
Rosse.
From Fife, great king,
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky,
And fan our people cold.

Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
The thane of Cawdor, 'gan 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!

Dun.

Rosse. 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. [ceive
Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall de-
Our bosom interest:-Go, pronounce his death,
And with his former title greet Macbeth.
Rosse. I'll see it done.

Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath

won.

SCENE III. A Heath.

[Exeunt.

Thunder. Enter the three Witches.

1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? 2 Witch. Killing swine.

3 Witch. Sister, where thou?

[lap,

1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd: -Give me, quoth I:

[Tiger:

Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries.
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the
But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
And, like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind.

1 Witch. Thou art kind.

3 Witch. And I another.

1 Witch. I myself have all the other;
And the very ports they blow,
All the quarters that they know
I' the shipman's card.

I will drain him dry as hay:
Sleep shall, neither night nor day,
Hang upon his pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid:
Weary sev'n nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest toss'd.
Look what I have.

2 Witch. Show me, show me.

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

3 Witch. A drum, a drum;

Macbeth doth come.

[Drum within.

All. 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.

Enter MACBETH and BANQUO.
Mach. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores? What are
So wither'd, and so wild in their attire; [these,
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 under-
stand me,

Py 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? 1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis ! [of Cawdor!

2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane 3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter. [to fear Ban. Good sir, why do you start; and seem Things that do sound so fair?-I' the name of [truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great predicOf noble having, and of royal hope, [tion That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak If you can look into the seeds of time, Aud say, which grain will grow, and which will

not:

(not:

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

1 Witch. Hail! 2 Witch. Hail!

3 Witch. Hail!

1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. 3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo! [none;

1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail! Mach. 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 prophetick greeting?-Speak, I charge you. [Witches vanish. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them:-Whither are they vanish'd? [melted

Macb. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal, As breath into the wind.-'Would, they had [about?

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Mach. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so? [here? Ban. To the self same tune, and words. Who's Enter ROSSE and ANGUS.

Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth,

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

Ang.
We are sent,
To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;
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 Caw-They are not yet come back. But I have spoke dor;

In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!
For it is thine.

Ban. What, can the devil speak true?
Mach. The thane of Cawdor lives? Why do
In borrow'd robes?
[you dress me
Ang.
Who was the thane, lives yet;
But under heavy judgment bears that life
Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was
combin'd

With those of Norway, or did line the rebel
With hidden help and vantage; or that with both
He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not;
But treasons capital, confess'd, and prov'd,
Have overthrown him.

Macb.

Glamis, and thane of Cawdor; The greatest is behind.-Thanks for your pains.

Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me,

Promis'd no less to them?

Ban.

That, trusted home,
Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths;
Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.-
Cousins, a word, I pray you.

Macb.

:

Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentle-
This supernatural soliciting
[men.-
Cannot be ill; cannot be good:-If ill,
Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor:
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature? Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings:
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man, that function
Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is,
But what is not.

Ban.

Look, how our partner's rapt.
Macb. If chance will have me king, why,
Without my stir. [chance may crown me,
Ban.
New honours come upon him
Like our strange garments; cleave not to their
[mould,
Mach.
Come what come may;
Time and the hour runs through the roughest
[leisure.

But with the aid of use.

day.

With one that saw him die: who did report,
That very frankly he confess'd his treasons:
Implor'd your highness' pardon; and set forth
A deep repentance: nothing in his life
Became him, like the leaving it; he died
As one that had been studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he ow`d,
As t'were a careless trifle.
Dun.
There's no art,
To find the mind's construction in the face:
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust.-O worthiest cousin!
Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSSE, and ANGUS.
The sin of my ingratitude even now
Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before,
That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
To overtake thee. Would, thou hadst less de-
serv'd;

That the proportion both of thanks and payment
Might have been mine! only I have left to say,
More is thy due than more than all can pay.

Mach. The service and the loyalty I owe,
Is to receive our duties: and our duties
In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part
Are to your throne and state, children, and ser-
[thing
Which do but what they should, by doing every
Safe toward your love and honour.
Dun.

I

vants;

Welcome hither:

have begun to plant thee, and will labour
To make thee full of growing.-Noble Banquo,
That hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known

No less to have done so, let me enfold thee,
And hold thee to my heart.

Ban.

The harvest is your own.

Dun.

There if I

grow,
My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.-Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
And you whose places are the nearest, know,
We will establish our estate upon

Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter,
The prince of Cumberland: which honour must
Not, unaccompanied, invest him only,
On all deservers.-From hence to Inverness,
But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
And bind us further to you.

[you:

Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for
'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful
The hearing of my wife with your approach;
So, humbly take my leave.
Dun.
My worthy Cawdor!
Mach. The prince of Cumberland!-That is a
step,

Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,
Macb. Give me your favour:-my dull brain
[Aside.
[pains For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires!
Let not light see my black and deep desires:
The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be,
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

was wrought
With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your
Are register'd where every day I turn
The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the king.
Think upon what hath chanc'd: and, at more
time,

The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak
Our free hearts each to other.

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Dun. True, worthy Banquo! he is full so And in his commendations I am fed; [valiant; It is a banquet to me. Let us after him, Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome: It is a peerless kinsman. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE V.

Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's Castle.

Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a Letter. Lady M. They met me in the day of success; and Ihave learned by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in

flower,

desire to question them further, they made themselves | Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, -air, into which they vanished. Whilst I stood rapt Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all-hailed me, Thane of Cawdor; by which title, before, these weird sisters, saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with, Hail, king that shalt be! This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness; that thou mightest not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.

Glamis, thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promis'd:--Yet do I fear thy nature;

It is too full o' the milk of human kindness,
To catch the nearest way: Thou would'st be
Art not without ambition; but without [great;
The illness should attend it. What thou would'st
highly,
[false,
That would'st thou holily; would'st not play
And yet would'st wrongly win; thoud'st have,
great Glamis,

That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it;
And that which rather thou dost fear to do,
Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;
And chastise with the valour of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round,
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
To have thee crown'd withal.—What is your
tidings?

Enter an Attendant.

Attend. The king comes here to-night. Lady M. Thou'rt mad to say it: Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so, Would have inform'd for preparation.

Attend. So please you, it is true; our thane is coming:

One of my fellows had the speed of him;
Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
Than would make up his message.
Lady M.
Give him tending,
He brings great news. The raven himself is
hoarse,
[Exit Attendant.
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here;
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse;
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect, and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring mi-
nisters,

Wherever in your sightless substances, [night,
You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell!
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes;
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry, Hold, hold!Great Glamis, worthy

Cawdor!

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But be the serpent under it. He that's coming
Must be provided for: and you shall put
This night's great business into my despatch;
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
Mach. We will speak further.
Lady M.
Only look up clear;

To alter favour ever is to fear:
Leave all the rest to me.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VI. The same. Before the Castle. Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENOX, MACDUFF, ROSSE, ANGUS, and Attendants.

Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat: the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. Ban. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed, and procreant cradle:

Where they most breed and haunt, I have obThe air is delicate. [serv'd,

Dun.

Enter Lady Macbeth.

See, see! our honour'd hostess !
The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble,
Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you,
How you shall bid God yield us for your pains,
And thank us for your trouble.
Lady M.
All our service,
In every point twice done, and then done double,
Were poor and single business, to contend
Against those honours deep and broad, where-
with

Your majesty loads our house; For those of old,
And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
We rest your hermits.
Dun.

Where's the thane of Cawdor?
We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose
To be his purveyor: but he rides well:
And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp
him

To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess,
We are your guest to-night.
Lady M.
Your servants ever
Hath theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in
compt,

To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
Still to return your own.

Dun.

[Exeunt.

Give me your hand: Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, And shall continue our graces towards him. By your leave, hostess. SCENE VII. The same. A Room in the Castle. Hautboys and Torches. Enter, and pass over the Stage, a Sewer, and divers Servants with Dishes and Service. Then enter MACBETH.

Mach. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well

It were done quickly; If the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch,
With his surcease, success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,-
We'd jump the life to come.-But, in these cases,
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return

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