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DUNCAN, King of Scotland.

Sons to the King

Generals of the King's army'e

Noblemen of Scotland.
FLEANCE, Son to Banquo.
SIWARD, General of the English Forces.
Young SIWARD, bis Son.
Seyton, an Officer attending on Macbeth.
Son to Maoduft
An English Doctor.
A Scots Doctor. A Captain. A Porter. An Old Man.

WOMEN. LADY MACBETH. LADY MACDUFF. Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth. Hecate, and three Witches. Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, At

tendants, and Messengers. The Ghost of Banquo, and several other Apparitions. Scene, in the end of the fourth AET, lies in England;

through the rest of the Play, in Scotland ; and chiefby at Macbeth's cofile.


SCENE I. Thunder and Lightning.

Enter three Witches.

1 Witch. WH

HEN fhall we three meet again?

In thunder, lightning, or in rain ?
2 Witch. When the hurly burly's done,
When the battle's lost and won :

3 Witch. That will be ere the set 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. Paddock call: - Anon.-
Fair is foul, and foul is fair :
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

SCENE II. - Alarum within.


with Attendants, meeling a bleeding Captain. King. What bloody man is that he can report As feemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state. Mal. This is the ferjeant


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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.

Capt. Doubtful it ftood;
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together,
And choak their art. The merciless Macdonel
(Worthy to be a rebel ; for to that

The multiplying villanies of nature
Do fwarm upon him), from the western isles,
Of Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied ;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Shew'd like a rebel's whore. But all too weak :
For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that name),
Disdaining fortune, with his brandith'd steel,
Which smok'd with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion, carved out his paffage,
'Till he fac'd the flave;
And ne'er shook hands, nor bid farewel to him,
'Till he unseam'd him from the nave to th' chops,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

King. Oh, valiant coufin! worthy gentleman !

Capt. As, whence the fun 'gins his reflection,
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break;
So, from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:
No sooner justice had, with valour arm'd,
Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heels;
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,
With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men,
Began a fresh assault.

King. Dismay'd not this
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo ?
Capi. Yes;


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As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion.
If I say footh, I must report they were
As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks;

So they

Doubly redoubled frokes upon the foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,
I cannot tell :
But I am faint, my gashes cry for help,
King. So well thy words become thee, asthy wounds;
They Imack of honour both.Go, get him surgeons.

Enter Rosse.
Who comes here?

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

should he look,
That seems to speak things strange.

Rolle. God save the king !
King. 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,
Afifted by that most disloyal traitor,
The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict;
'Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapt 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 ;

King. Great happiness!

Rolle. That now
Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition;
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