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That kitchen'd me for you to-day at dinner; Dro. E. That's a question: how shall we try it?
She now shall be my sister, not my wife. Dro. 8. We will draw cuts for the senior: till
Dro. E. Methinks, you are my glass, and not then, lead thou first.
my brother:

Dro. E. Nay; then thus :

[ther: I see by you, I am a sweet-faced youth. We came into the world, like brother and broWill you walk in to see their gossiping? And now let's go hand in hand, not one before Dro. S. Not I, sir; you are my elder.



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Persons Kepresented. DUNCAN, King of Scotland.


SEYTON, an Oficer attending on Macbeth. his Sons. DOXALBAIN,

Son to Macduif.

An English Doctor. A Scotch Doctor.
Generals of the King's Army.

A Soldier. A Porter. An old Man.


Noblemen of Scotland.

Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth.

HECATE, and three Witches.

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, MurFLEANCE, Son to Banquo.

derers, Attendants, and Messengers. Siwaed, Earl of Northumberland, General of The Ghost of Banquo, and several other Appathe English Forces.

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.

Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
Which smok'd with bloody execution,

Like valour's minion,
SCENE I. An open Place.

Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave;

And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches. Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,

1 Witch, WHEN shall we three meet again, And fix'd his head upon our battlements. In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! 2 Witch. When the hurlyburly's done, Sol. As whence the sun 'gins his reflexion When the battle's lost and won.

Shipwrecking storis and direful thunders 3 Witch. That will be ere set of sun.

(come, 1 Witch. Where the place?

So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to 2 Witch.

Upon the heath: Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, 3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth.

mark: 1 Witch. I come, Graymalkin!

No sooner justice had, with valour arm’d, All. Paddock calls : Anon.

Compell’d these skipping Kernes to trust their Fair is foul, and foul is fair:

heels; Hover through the fog and filthy air.

But the Norweyan lord, surveying 'vantage,

[Witches vanish. With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men, SCENE II. A Camp near Fores. Began a fresh assault.


Dismay'd not this Alarun within. Enter King DUNCAN, MAL

Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo ? COLM, DONALBAIN, LENOX, with Attendants,

Soid. theeting a bleeding Soldier. Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report, If I say sooth, I must report, they were

As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion. As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt

As cannons overcharg‘d with double cracks; The newest state.

So they
This is the sergeant,

Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe :
Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought

Excep meant to bathe in reeking wounds, 'Gainst my captivity: Hail, brave friend!

Or memorize another Golgotha, Say to the king the knowledge of the broil,

I cannot tell
As thou didst leave it.

But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.
Doubtful it stood;

Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy As two spent swimmers, that do cling together,

wounds; And choke their art. The merciless Macdon. They smack of honour both :-Go, get him sur(Worthy to be a rebel; for to that (wald


(Exit Soldier, attended. The multiplying villanies of nature

Enter Rosse.
Do swarm upon him), from the western isles
Of Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied ; Who comes here?
And fortune, on his damned quarry
smiling, Mal.

The worthy thane of Rosse. Show'd like a rebel's whore. But all's too weak: Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! For bruve Macbeth (well he deserves that name) So should he look,




That seems to speak things strange.

That man may question? You seem to ander. Risse. God save the king!

stand me, Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane? By each at once her choppy finger laying Rosse.

From Fife, great king, Upon her skinny lips :-You should be women, Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret And fan our people cold.

That you are so.

Macb. Norway himself, with terrible numbers,

Speak, if you can;-What are you? Assisted by that most disloyal traitor

1 Wilch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane

of Glamis ! The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict:

[of Cawdor! Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof, 2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane Confronted him with self-comparisons,

3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, hereafter.

(to fear Curbing his lavish spirit: And to conclude, Ban. Good sir, why do yon start; and seem The victory fell on us;-

Things that do sound so fair?-I' the name of Dun.

Great happiness!! Are ye fantastical, or that indeed (truth, Rosse. That now

Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; You greet with present grace, and great predicNor would we deign him burial of his men,

Of noble having, and of royal hope, [tion Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' Inch, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak Ten thousand dollars to our general use. [ceive If you can look into the seeds of time, (not: Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall de- Aud say, which grain will grow, and which will

not: Our bosom interest:-Go, pronounce his death, And with his former title greet Macbeth. Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Rosse. I'll see it done.

Your favours, nor your hate.

1 Witch. Hail! Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath


2 Witch. Hail ! won.

3 Witch. Hail! SCENE JII. A Heath.

1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. Thunder. Enter the three Witches.

2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. 1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? 3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be 2 Witch. Killing swine.

So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo! (none; 3 Witch. Sister, where thou?

(lap, 1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail ! 1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd : more: - Give me, quoth I:

By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis; Aroint thee, witch ! the rump-fed ronyon cries.

But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master othe! A prosperous gentleman; and to be king But in a sieve I'll thither sail, [Tiger : Stands not within the prospect of belief, And, like a rat without a tail,

No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

You owe this strange intelligence; or why 2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind.

Upon this blasted heath you stop our way 1 Witch. Thou art kind.

With such prophetick greeting ?-Speak, I 3 Witch. And I another.

charge you.

(Witches vanish. 1 Witch. I myself have all the other;

Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And the very ports they blow,

And these are of them :-Whither are they va

nish'd ? All the quarters that they know

(melted I'' the shipman's card.

Macb. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal, I will drain him dry as hay:

As breath into the wind.-'Would, they had

staid ! Sleep shall, neither night nor day,

(about? Hang upon his pent-house lid;

Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak He shall live a man forbid :

Or have we caten of the insane root, Weary sev'n nights, nine times nine,

That takes the reason prisoner? Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:

Macb. Your children shall be kings. Though his bark cannot be lost,


You shall be king, Yet it shall be tempest toss'd.

Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not

so? Look what I have.

(here? 2 Witch. Show me, show me.

Ban. To the self same tune, and words. Who's 1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb,

Enter Rosse and ANGUS. Wreck'd, as homeward he did come.

Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Mac

[Drum within. beth, 3 Witch. A drum, a drum;

The news of thy success: and when he reads Macbeth doth come.

Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, AU. The weird sisters, hand in hand,

His wonders and his praises do contend, (that, Posters of the sea and land,

Which should be thine, or his : Silenc'd with Thus do go about, about;

In viewing o'er the rest o' the self same day, Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,

lle finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, And thrice again, to make up nine:

Nothing a feard of what thyself didst make, Peace !-the charm's wound up.

Strange images of death. As thick as tale

Came post with post; and every one did bear Enter MACBETH and BANQUO. Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. And pour'd them down before him. Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores? What are Ang.

We are sent, So wither'd, and so wild in their attire; [these, To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, To herald thee into his sight not pay thee. And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, 291 He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Caw-|They are not yet come back. But I have spoke dor;

With one that saw him die: who did report, In which addition, hail, most worthy thane ! That very frankly he confess'd his treasons: For it is thine.

Implor'd your highness' pardon; and set forth Ban. What, can the devil speak true? A deep repentance: nothing in his life

Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives? Why do Became him, like the leaving it; he died In borrow'd robes ?

(you dress me As one that had been studied in his death, Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet; To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd, But under heavy judgment bears that life As t'were & careless trifle. Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was Dun.

There's no art, combin'd

To find the mind's construction in the face: With those of Norway, or did line the rebel He was a gentleman on whom I built With hidden help and vantage; or that with both An absolute trust.-0 worthiest cousin! He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not;

Enter MACBETH, BANQUo, Rosse, and ANGUS. But treasons capital, confess'd, and prov'd,

The sin of my ingratitude even now Have overthrown him. Macb. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor; That swiftest wing of recompense is slow

Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before, The greatest is behind.--Thanks for your To overtake thee. Would, thou hadst less de

pains.Do you not hope your children shall be kings, That the proportion both of thanks and payment

servid; When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, Might have been mine! only I have left to say, Promis'd no less to them? Ban. That, trusted home,

More is thy due than more than all can pay.

Mach. The service and the loyalty I owe, Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange : Is to receive our duties: and our duties

In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths;

Are to your throne and state, children, and ser

vants ; Win us with honest trifles, to betray us


Which do but what they should, by doing every
In deepest consequence.-
Cousins, a word, I pray you.

Safe toward your love and honour.

Welcome hither: Macb.

Two truths are told, I have begun to plant thee, and will labour As happy prologues to the swelling act of the imperial theme.--I thank you, gentle- That hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known

To make thee full of growing:-Noble Banquo, This supernatural soliciting [men.- No less to have done so, let me enfold thee, Cannot be ill; cannot be good :-If ill,

And hold thee to my heart. Why hath it given me earnest of success,


There if I

grow, Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor:

The harvest is your own. If good, why do I yield to that suggestion

Dun. Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,

My plenteons joys, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, In drops of sorrow.-Sons, kinsmen, thanes,

Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves Against the use of nature? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings :

And you whose places are the nearest, know, My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, We will establish our estate upon

Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is,

The prince of Cumberland : which honour must

Not, unaccompanied, invest him only, But what is not. Вип. Look, how our partner's rapt. On all deservers. From hence to Inverness,

But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine Macb. If chance will have me king, why, And bind us further to you. Without my stir. [chance may crown me,

[you: Ban. New honours come upon


Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us d for Like our strange garments ; cleave not to their Fill be myself the harbinger, and make joyful Bit with the aid of use.


The hearing of my wife with your approach ; Mach. Come what come may;

So, humbly take my leave.

Dun. Time and the hour runs through the roughest

My worthy Cawdor! day.


Mach. The prince of Cumberland !--That is a Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your on which“I must fall down, or else o'erleap,

step, Macb. Give me your favour :my dull brain

(Asile. was wrought

[pains With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your Let not light see my black and deep desires :

For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ! Are register'd where every day I turn The leaf to read them.---Let us toward the king. Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be, Think upon what hath chanc'd : and, at more

(E.cit. time, The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak

Dun. True, worthy Banquo! he is full so

And in his commendations I am fed; [valiant; Our free hearts each to other.

It is a banquet to me. Let us after him, Pan.

Very gladly.

Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome : Macb. Till then, enough.--Come, friends.

It is a peerless kinsman. [Flourish. Exeunt.

SCENE IV. Fores. A Room in the Palace.

Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's Castle.
LENOx, and Attendants.

Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a Letter. Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Lady M. They met me in the day of success; and Those in commission yet return'd?

I have learned by the perfectest report, they have more Jul.

My liege, in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in

desire to question them further, they made themselvesi Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, -air, into which they vanished. Whilst I stood rap! Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who flower, all-tailed me, Thane of Cawdor; by which title

, But be the serpent under it. Ile that's coming before, these weird sisters, saluted me, and referred Must be provided for: and you shall put me to the coming on of time, with, Hail, king that This night's great business into my despatch; shalt be! This have I thought good to deliver thee, Which shall to all our nights and days to come my dearest partner of greatness; that thou mightest Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of Macb. We will speak further. what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, Lady M.

Only look up clear; and farewell.

To alter favour ever is to fear: Glamis, thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be Leave all the rest to me.

[Exeun!. What thou art promis'd:-Yet do I fear thy na

SCENE VI. The same. Before the Castle. ture; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness,

Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending. To catch the nearest way: Thou would'st be Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BAXQUO, Art not without ambition; but without (great; LENOX, MACDUFF, RossE, ANGUS, and AttenThe illness should attend it. What thou would'st dants. highly,

(false, Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat: the air That would'st thou holily; would'st not play Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself And yet would'st wrongly win; thoud'st have, Unto our gentle senses. great Glamis,


This guest of summer, That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it; The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, And that which rather thou dost fear to do, By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird And chastise with the valour of my tongue Hath made his pendent bed, and procreant All that impedes thee from the golden round, cradle: Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem Where they most breed and haunt, I have ob To have thee crown'd withal. --What is your The air is delicate.

(serv'd, tidings?

Enter Lady Macbeth.
Enter an Attendant.


See, see! our honour'd hostess ! Attend. The king comes here to-night. The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble, Lady M.

Thou'rt mad to say it: Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you, Is not thy master with him ? who, wer't so, How you shall bid God yield us for your pains, Would have inform'd for preparation.

And thank us for your trouble. Attend. So please you, it is true; our thane is

Lady 31.

All our service, coming :

In every point twice done, and then done double, One of my fellows had the speed of him; Were poor and single business, to contend Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more Against those honours deep and broad, whereThan would make up his message.

with Lady M.

Give him tending, Your majesty loads our house; For those of old, He brings great news. The raven himself is and the late dignities heap'd up to them, hoarse,

[Exit Attendant. We rest your hermits. That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Dun.

Where's the thane of Cawdor? Uuder my battlements. Come, come, you spirits We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here; To be his purveyor: but he rides well: And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,

him Stop up the access and passage to remorse; To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess, That no compunctious visitings of nature We are your guest to-night. Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between Laly jl.

Your servants ever The effect, and it! Come to my woman's breasts, Hath theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring mi- compt, nisters,

To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, Wherever in your sightless substances, (night, Still to return your own. You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick Dun.

Give me your hand : And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; And shall continue our graces towards him. Norheaven peep through the blanket of the dark, By your leave, hostess.

[Exeunt. To cry, Houd, hold! -Great Glamis, worthy SCENE VII. The same. A Room in the Castle. Cawdor! Enter MACBETH,

Hautboys and Torches. Enter, and pass over the (reater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!

Stage, a Sewer, and divers Servants with Dishes Thy letters have transported me beyond

and Service. Then enter MACBETH. This iguorant present, and I feel now

Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then The future in the instant.

'twere well Macb.

My dearest love, It were done quickly; If the assassination Duncan comes here to-night.

Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, lady 31.

And when goes hence ?/ With his surcease, success; that but this blow Mich. Tomorrow,-as he purposes.

Might be the be-all and the end-all here, Lady M.

O, never But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,Shall sun that morrow see!

We'd jump the life to come.-But, in these cases, Yutir face, my thane, is as a book, where men We still have judgment here; that we but teach May read strange matters;- To beguile the time, Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return

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