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

geons. [Exit Soldier, attended.

Enter Rosse.

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.

Sold. Doubtful it stood;
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
Of kernes and gallowglasses is supplied ;
And Fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Shewed like a rebel's whore. But all's too weak;
For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that name),
Disdaining fortune, with his brandished steel,
Which smoked with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion, carved out his passage,
Till he faced the slave;
And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
Till he unseamed him from the nave to the chaps,
And fixed his head upon our battlements.

Dun. 0, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman !

Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break; So from that spring, whence comfort seemed to

come, Discomfort swells. Mark, King of Scotland,

mark: No sooner justice had, with valour arined, Compelled these skipping kernes to trust their

heels;
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,
With furbished arms and new supplies of men,
Began a fresh assault.

Dun. Dismayed not this
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

Sold. Yes;
As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion.
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As cannons overcharged with double cracks;
So they
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe;
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
Or memorise another Golgotha,
I cannot tell.
But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.
Dun. So well thy words become thee as thy

Who comes here?

Mal. The worthy thane of Rosse.
Len. What haste looks through his eyes! So

should he look
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, lapped 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.-

Dun. Great happiness!

Rosse. That now Sweno, the Norways' king craves composition ; Nor would we deign him burial of his men, Till he disburséd, at Saint Colmés' 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.

Rosse. I'll see it done.
Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath

[Exeunt.

won.

SCENE III.- A Heath.

Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 1st Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? 2nd Witch. Killing swine. 3rd Witch. Sister, where thou? 1st Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her

lap, And mounched, and mounched, and mounched :

“Give me," quoth I: “Aroint thee, witch!" the rump-fed ronyon cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o’the

Tiger :
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.

wounds;

2nd Witch. I'll give thee a wind.
1st Witch. Thou art kind.
3rd Witch. And I another.

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 ?–1' 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:

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

Ban. What, can the devil speak true?
Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives: why do

you dress me In borrowed robes ?

Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet; But under heavy judgment bears that life Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was Combined with Norway, or did line the rebel With hidden help and vantage, or that with both He laboured in his country's wreck, I know not; But treasons capital, confessed and proved, 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, Promised no less to them?

Ban. That, trusted home, Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 't is 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, gentlemen.This supernatural soliciting 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

man, that function Is smothered in surmise; and nothing is, But what is not.

Ban. Look how our partner's rapt.
Macb. If chance will have me king, why chance

may crown me, Without my stir.

Ban. New honours come upon him Like our strange garments; cleave not to their

mould But with the aid of use. Macb.

Come what come may; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your

leisure. Macb. Give me your favour: my dull brain

was wrought

Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN,

Lenox, and Attendants. Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Those in commission yet returned ?

Mal. My liege,
They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
With one that saw him die : who did report
That very frankly he confessed his treasons;
Implored 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 owed,
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.-0 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 deserved; 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.

Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part Is to receive our duties : and our duties Are, to your throne and state, children and

servants ; Which do but what they should, by doing every

thing Safe toward your love and honour.

Dun. Welcome hither : I have begun to plant thee, and will labour To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo, That hast no less deserved, nor must be known No less to have done so, let me infold thee, And hold thee to my heart. Ban.

There if I grow, The harvest is your own.

Dun. 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, But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine On all deservers.-From hence to Inverness, And bind us further to you.

Macb. The rest is labour which is not used

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for you:

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 crowned withal.—What is your

tidings?

I'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 !
Macb. The Prince of Cumberland! That is

a step
On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,

[ Aside. 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.

[Exit. Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant, And in his commendations I am fed ; 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.

Enter an Attendant.
Atten. 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 informed, for preparation,
Atten. 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, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here; And fill me, from the crown to the toe, topfull 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 murdering mi

nisters, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, 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!

Scene V.-Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's

Castle.

Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a letter. "They met me in the day of success; and I have learned, by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal know edge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves—air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt 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 greatliess; 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 promised. Yet do I fear thy

nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great;

Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant present, and I feel now The future in the instant.

Macb. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night.

Lady M. And when goes hence?

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