FLEANCE, Son to Banquo. the English Forces. YOUNG SIWARD, his Son. SEYTON, an Officer attending on Macbeth. An English Doctor. A Scotch Doctor. 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: [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. Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave; 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, 290 That seems to speak things strange. Rosse. God save the king! Norway himself, with terrible numbers, Dun. Rosse. That now Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; 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. 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; I will drain him dry as hay: 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, Enter MACBETH and BANQUO. That man may question? You seem to under- Py each at once her choppy finger laying 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, 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? 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 Ang. 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! Ban. What, can the devil speak true? With those of Norway, or did line the rebel Macb. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor; The greatest is behind.-Thanks for your pains. Do you not hope your children shall be kings, Promis'd no less to them? Ban. That, trusted home, Macb. : Two truths are told, Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt. But with the aid of use. day. With one that saw him die: who did report, That the proportion both of thanks and payment Mach. The service and the loyalty I owe, I vants; Welcome hither: have begun to plant thee, and will labour No less to have done so, let me enfold thee, Ban. The harvest is your own. Dun. There if I grow, Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, [you: Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, was wrought The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak [E.cit. 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, That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it; 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; Wherever in your sightless substances, [night, Cawdor! But be the serpent under it. He that's coming To alter favour ever is to fear: [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 ! Your majesty loads our house; For those of old, Where's the thane of Cawdor? To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, 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. 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