MACBETH. ACT I Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches. 1. W. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, and in rain? 2. W. When the hurly-burly's done, When the battle's loft and won : 3. W. That will be ere th' fet of fun. 1. W. Where the place? 2. W. Upon the heath: 3. W. There to meet with great Macbeth. 1. W. I come: Grimalkin! all. Padocke calls: - Anon. Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air. SCENE II. A Camp, near Foris. Alarums. Enter King DUNCAN, MALCOLM, Donalbain, LENOX, with Attendants; 2 Lightning, or in a Soldier meeting them. DUN. What bloody man is that? He can report, As feemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state. MAL. This is the ferjeant, Who like a good and hardy foldier fought Sol. Doubtful it ftood; As two spent swimmers, that do cling together, (Like valour's minion) carved out his paffage, And ne'er fhook hands, nor bad farewel to him, "Till he unfeam'd him from the nave to the chops, And fix'd his head upon our battlements. DUN. O valiant cousin, worthy gentleman! Sol. As whence the fun 'gins his reflection Shipwrecking ftorms and direful thunders break; So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come, Discomfort wells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: No fooner justice had, with valour arm'd, 17 Quarry 24 Which nev'r 29 breaking 31 Difcomfort fwells.. Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heels; DUN. Difmay'd not this Our captains, brave Macbeth and Banque ? As fparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion. As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks ; I cannot tell : But I am faint, my gashes cry for help. DUN. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds; They fmack of honour both :-Go, get him furgeons. [Exeunt Some with the Soldier, But who comes here? Enter ROSSE, and Angus. MAL. The worthy thane of Roffe. [he look, LEN. What hafte looks through his eyes! So fhould That seems to speak things ftrange. Ros. God fave the king! DỤN. Whence cam'ft thou, worthy thane ? Ros. From Fife, great king; Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky, And fan our people cold. Norway, himself with numbers terrible, Affifted by that most disloyal traitor The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict: 'Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapt in proof, 29 terrible numbers Confronted him with felf comparisons, Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainft arm, DUN. Great happiness! [tion: Ros. Now Sweno, Norway's king, craves composi Nor would we deign him burial of his men, 'Till he disbursed, at faint Colme's hill, Ten thousand dollars to our general use. DUN. No more that thane of Cawdor fhall deceive Our bosom intereft: - Go, pronounce his present death, And with his former title greet Macbeth. Ros. I'll fee it done. DUN. What he hath loft, noble Macbeth hath won. SCENE III. A Heath. Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 1. W. Where haft thou been, fifter? 2. W. Killing fwine. 3. W. Sifter, where thou? 1. [Exeunt. W. A failor's wife had chefnuts in her lap, [quoth I: And mouncht, and mouncht, and mouncht; Give me, Aroint thee, witch, the rump-fed ronyon cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the tiger; And, like a rat without a tail, 2. W. I'll give thee a wind. 3. W. And I another. 1. W. I myself have all the other; That now Sweno, the Norwayes And the very points they blow, I'll drain him dry as hay: Weary fev'n-nights, nine times nine, 2. W. Shew me, fhew me. 1. W. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreckt, as homeward he did come. 3. W. A drum, a drum ; Macbeth doth come. all. The weird fifters, hand in hand, Posters of the fea and land, Thus do go about, about; Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, And thrice again, to make up nine : [Drum within, Enter MACBETH, and BANQUO, journeying; MAC. So foul and fair a day I have not feen. So wither'd, and fo wild in their attire ; What are these, That look not like the inhabitants o'the earth, And yet are on't? Live you? or are you ought That man may question? You feem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Ports 27 to Soris ? |