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. SCENE 1. AN OPEN PLACE. ACT I. 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 set of sun. 1 Witch. Where the place? 2 Witch. Upon the heath. 3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth. 1 Witch. I come, Graymalkin! All. Paddock calls:-anon Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air, [Witches vanish. SCENE II. A CAMP NEAR FORES. Alarum within. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenor, 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. Mal. This is the sergeant, Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought Soll. Doubtfully it stood; As two spent swimmers, that do cling together Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave; And 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 reflection Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break; So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come, Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark No sooner justice had, with valour arm'd, Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage, [heels, With furbish'd arms and new supplies of meu Began a fresh assault. Dun. Dismay'd not this As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion. Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe: I cannot tell : But I am faint, my gashes cry for help. [wounds; Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy They smack of honour both.-Go, get him surgeons. [exit Soldier, attended Enter Rosse. Who comes here? Mal. The worthy thane of Rosse. Len. What haste looks through his eyes! So That seems to speak things strange. [should he look Rosse. God save the king! Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane Norway himself, with terrible numbers, [Пар, 1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her Aud 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. 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 I' the shipman's card. I will drain him dry as hay: 2 Witch. Show me, show me. 1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd, as homeward he did come. [drum within. 3 Witch. 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, Enter Macbeth and Banquo. Upon her skinny lips-You should be women And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so. Macb. Speak, if you can:-What are you? 1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis ! [of Cawdor! 2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane 3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter. [fear Ban. Good sir, why do you start; and seem to Things that do sound so fair?—I'the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed [to Witches. Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner Ye greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me, you speak not: 1 Witch. Hail! 2 Witch. Hail! 8 Witch. Hail! 1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. 3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be So, all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! [none: 1 Witch. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail! [more! No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them.-Whither are they vanish'd? [melted Mach. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal, As breath into the wind.-Would they had staid! Ban. Were such things here as we do speak Or have we eaten of the insane root, [about? That takes the reason prisoner? Macb. Your children shall be kings. Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so? Ban. To the self-same tune and words. Who's here? Enter Rosse and Angus. Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, The news of thy success: and when he reads Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, His wonders and his praises do contend, Which should be thine, or his. Silenc'd with that, In viewing o'er the rest o'the self-same day, He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, Strange images of death. As thick as tale, Came post with post; and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence. And pour'd them down before him. Ang. We are sent, 01 th, To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, Ban. What, can the devil speak true? Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you In borrow'd robes? [dress me Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet; But under heavy judgement bears that life Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was Combin'd with Norway; or did line the rebel With hidden help and vantage; or that with both He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not: But treasons capital, confess'd and prov'd, Have overthrown him. Macb. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor! The greatest is behind.-Thanks for your painsDo you not hope your children shall be kings, When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, Promis'd no less to them? Ban. That, trusted home, Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Cousins, a word, I pray you. Macb. Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act If ill, Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentlemen.- My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt. sure. Macb. Come what come may; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your lei[was wrought Macb. Give me your favour:-my dull brain With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your Are register'd where every day I turn [pains The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the king.— Think upon what hath chanc'd: and, at more time, (The interim having weigh'd it,) let us speak Our free hearts each to other. Dun. There's no art, To find the mind's construction in the face: Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus. Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part Is to receive our duties; and our duties Are to your throne and state, children and servants; Which do but what they should, by doing every Safe toward your love and honour. gal[thing Dun. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labour Ban. There if I grow, Dun. My plenteous joys, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for [step, Dun. My worthy Cawdor! For in my way it lies, or else o'erleap, [aside. Ban. Very gladly. [exeunt. It is a banquet to me. Let us after him, [flourish; exeunt. SCENE V. INVERNESS. A ROOM IN MACBETH'S CASTLE. Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a letter. Lady M.-"They met me in the day of success; and I have learned, by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves-air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all hailed me, Thane of Cawdor; by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with, Hail, king that shalt be! This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness; that thou mightest not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell." Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have Enter an Attendant. Attend. The king comes here to-night. Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so, Attend. So please you, it is true; our thane is One of my fellows had the speed of him; [coming: Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more Than would make up his message. Lady M. Give him tending, Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! This ignorant present, and I feel now Macb. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady M. And when goes hence? Shall sun that morrow see! Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men But be the serpent under it. He that's coming SCENE VI. THE SAME. [exeunt. BEFORE THE CASTLE. Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Lenox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus, and Attendants. Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. Ban. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, Enter Lady Macbeth. Dun. See, see! our honour'd hostess! The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you, How you shall bid God yield us for your pains. And thank us for your trouble. Lady M. All our service In every point twice done, and then done double, Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor? Lady M. Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, Still to return your own. Dun. Give me your hand: Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, And shall continue our graces towards him. By your leave, hostess. [ereunt. SCENE VII. THE SAME; A ROOM IN THE CASTLE. Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over the Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know Macb. If we should fail,- But screw your courage to the sticking-place, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason Lady M. He has almost supp'd. Why have you A limbeck only. When in swinish sleep Macb. Bring forth men-chilaren only' When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Of his own chamber, and us'd their very daggers, That they have done't? Lady M. Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Macb. I am settled, and bend up A way, and mock the time with fairest show; [exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. THE SAME. COURT WITHIN THE CASTLE. Enter Banquo and Fleance, and a Servant with a torch before them. Ban. How goes the night, boy? [clock. |