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SIWARD, Earl of Northumberland, General of the English
YOUNG SIWARD, his Son.
SEYTON, an Officer attending on MACBETH.
Boy, Son to MACDUFF.
An English Doctor.
A Scotch Doctor. A Soldier.
An Old Man.
Gentlewoman attending on LADY MACBETH.
HECATE, and three Witches.
Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers,
The Ghost of Banquo, and several other Apparitions.
SCENE,-in the end of the Fourth Act, in ENGLAND; through the rest of the Play, in SCOTLAND; and chiefly at MACBETH'S Castle.
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.
3 Witch. That will be ere the set of sun. 1 Witch. Where the place?
Upon the heath.
3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
SCENE II-A Camp near Forres.
Enter King DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONAL
BAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier.
Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his pligth, of the revolt
The newest state.
The multiplying villanies of nature
Do swarm upon him,-from the Western isles
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
For brave Macbeth,—well he deserves that name,—
Like valour's minion,
Carv'd out his passage till he fac'd the slave;
Dun. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels,
Dismay'd not this Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? Sold.
As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.
If I say sooth, I must report they were
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
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. [Exit Soldier, attended.
Who comes here?
The worthy Thane of Ross.
Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should
That seems to speak things strange.
God save the king!
From Fife, great king;
Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane?
Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict;
Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm,
Ross. That now
Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition;
Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes-inch,
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.
Ross. I'll see it done.
Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.
SCENE III.-A Heath.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister?
2 Witch. Killing swine.
3 Witch. Sister, where thou?
1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd:-Give
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,
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.
2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind.
1 Witch. Thou art kind.
3 Witch. And I another.
1 Witch. I myself have all the other;
And the very ports they blow,
All the quarters that they know