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SCENE I. A Cross-way. 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 lost and won :

3. W. That will be ere th' set of fun.
1. W. Where the place ?
2. W. Upon the heath:
3. W. There to meet with great Macbeth.
i. W. I come: - Grimalkin!

all. Padocke calls :- - Anon.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair :
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

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SCENE II. A Camp, near Foris. Alarums. Enter King DUNCAN, MALCOLM,

Donalbain, LENOX, with Attendants;

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a Soldier meeting them.
Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.

Mal. This is the serjeant,
Who like a good and hardy soldier fought
'Gainst my captivity : _Hail, hail, brave friend!
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil,
As thou did'It leave it.

Sol. Doubtful it stood ;
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 swarm upon him) from the western isles
Of Kernes and Gallow-glaffes is fupply'd ;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Shew'd like a rebel's whore : But all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that name)
Disdaining fortune, with his brandisht steel,
Which smok'd with bloody execution,
(Like valour's minion) carved out his passage,
Till he had fac'd the slave:
And ne'er thook 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 storms and direful thunders break; So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come, Discomfort wells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: No sooner justice had, with valour arm’d,

17 Quarry 34 Which nev'r 29 breaking 31 Discomfort swells..

Compellid these skipping Kernes to trust their heels ;
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,
With furbisht arms, and new supplies of men,
Began a fresh assault.

Dun. Dismay'd not this
Our captains, brave Macbeth and Banquo ?

Sol. 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 redoubl’d strokes on the foe:
Except they meant to bath 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.

[Exeunt Some with the Soldier, But who comes here?

Enter Rosse, and Angus. MAL. The worthy thane of Roffe.

[he look, Len. What hasté looks through his eyes ! So should That seems to speak things strange.

Ros. God save the king!
Dun. 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,
Aflifted by that moft disloyal traitor
The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict :
'Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapt in proof,

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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!

Ros. Now Sweno, Norway's king, craves composiNor 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 shall deceive Our bosom interest:- Go, pronounce his present death, And with his former title

greet Macbeth. Ros. I'll see it done. Dun. What he hath loft, noble Macbeth hath won.

[Exeunt. SCENE III. A Heath.

Thunder. Enter the three Witches. J. W. Where haft thou been, sister? 2. W. Killing swine. 3. W. Sifter, where thou?

1.W. A sailor's wife had chesnuts 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 ;
But in a five I'll thither sail,
And, like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

2. W. I'll give thee a wind.
i. W. Thou'rt kind.
3. W. And I another.
1. W. I myself have all the other ;

$ That now Sweno, the Norwayes

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And the very points they blow,
All the quarters that they know
I'the ship-man's card.
I'll drain him dry as hay:
Sleep shall, neither night nor day,
Hang upon his pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid :
Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:
Though his bark cannot be loft,
Yet it shall be tempeft-toft.
Lock what I have.

2. W. Shew me, shew me.

1.W. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreckt, as homeward he did come. [Drum within,

3. W. A drum, a drum;
Macbeth doth come.

all. 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.
Enter MACBETH, and BANQUO, journeying ;

Soldiers, and Others, at a Distance,
MACB. So foul and fair a day I have not feen.

Ban. How far is't call’d to Fosis? - What are these,
So wither'd, 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 ought
That man may question? You seem to understand me,
By each at once her choppy finger laying

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! Ports 27 to Soris ?

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