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LADY MACBETH.

LADY MACDUFF.

Gentlewoman attending Lady Macbeth.

HECATE, and Witches.

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants,

Messengers.

The Ghost of Banquo, and other Apparitions.

and

SCENE, in the end of the fourth Act, in England; through the rest of the Play, in Scotland.

ACT I. 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.

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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.

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Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought 'Gainst my captivity. — Hail, brave friend!

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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 quarry smiling,
Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all 's too weak;
For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that name),
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;

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

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.

Dun.

Dismay'd 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 overcharg'd with double cracks;
So they doubly redoubled strokes 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.

Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds: They smack of honour both. - Go, get him surgeons.

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[Exit Soldier, attended.

Enter RossE and ANGUS.

Who comes here?

The worthy thane of Rosse.

Mal.

Len. What a 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?

Rossc. From Fife, great king;

Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky
And fan our people cold.

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Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor,

The thane of Cawdor, began 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;

Dun.

Rosse. That now

Great happiness!

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.

Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Go, pronounce his present death,

Our bosom interest.

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Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.

SCENE III.

A Heath.

[Exeunt.

Thunder.

1 Witch.

Enter the three Witches.

Where hast thou been, sister?

2 Witch. Killing swine.

3 Witch. Sister, where thou?

1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap,

And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd: "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.

2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind.

1 Witch.

Thou art kind.

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