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Duncan

Unčan, King of Scotland.
Malcolm,

Sons to the King.
Donalbain,
Macbeth,

Generals of the King's Army.
Banquo,
Lenox,
Macduff,
Rolle,
Menteth,

Noblemen of Scotland.
Angus,
Cathness,
Fleance, Son to Banquo.
Seyward, General of the English Forces.
Toung Seyward bis Son.
Seyton, an Officer attending on Macbeth.
Son to Macduff.
Doctor.

Lady Macbeth,
Lady Macduff.
Gentlewomen attending on Lady Macbeth.
Hecate and three other Witches

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, and Attendants.
Ibe Ghost of Banquo, and several other Apparitions.

The SCENE in the End of the Fourth Act lyes in

England, through the rest of the Play in Scotland, and chiefly at Macbeth's Caftle.

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SCENE an open Heath. Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches.

I WITCH
HEN shall we three meet again?
In Thunder, Lightning, or in Rain?

2 Witch. When the Hurly-burly's done,
When the Battel's lost and won.
3

Witch. That will be e'er the set of Sun.

í Witch. Where the place? 2 Witch. Upon the Heath. 3

Witch. There to meet with Macbeth, i Witch. I come, Gray-Malkin.

All. Padocke calls ---anon ---- Fair is foul, and foul is fair. Hover through the fog and filthy Air.

[They rise from the Stage, and fly away, S CE N E II. A Palace. Enter King, Malcolme, Donalbain, Lenox, with Attendani,

meeting a bleeding Captain.
King. What bloody Man is that ? He can report,
As seemeth by his Plight, of the Revolt
The newest State.

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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.

Çap. Doubtful it stood;
As two spent Swimmers, that do cling together,
And choak their Art : The merciless Macdonnel
(Worthy to be a Rebel, for to that
The multiplying Villanies of Nature
Do swarm upon him) from the Western Illes
Of Kernes and Gallow-glasses is supply'd,
And Fortune on his damned Quarry smiling,
Shew'd like a Rebels Whore. But all's too weak;
For brave Macbeth, well he deserves that Name,
Disdaining Fortune, with his brandisht Steel,
Which smoak’d with bloody Execution,
Like Valours Minion, carv'd out his Passage,
'Till he fac'd the Slave;
Which never thook Hands, nor bid farewel to him,
Till he unseam'd him from the Nave to th' Chops,
And fix'd his Head upon our Battlements. .

King. O valiant Cousin ! worthy Gentleman !

Cap. As whence the Sun girs his Refte&ion,
Shipwracking Storms and direful Thunders breaking;
So from that Spring, whence Comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfort swells: Mark, King of Scotland, mark;
No sooner Justice had, with Valour armid,
Compellid ihese skipping Kernes to trust their Heels,
But the Norweyan Lord surveying Vantage,
With furbisht Arms and new Supplies of Meng
Began a fresh afsault.

King. Dismaid not thiếour Captains, Macbeth and Banquo

Cap. Yes, as Sparrows Eagles;
Or the Hare the Lion.
If I say footh, I must report they were
As Cannons overcharg'd with double Cracks,
So they doubly redoubled Stroaks on 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

King. So well thy Words become thee, as thy Wounds, They smack of Honour both : Go, get him Surgeons.

Enter Roffe and Angus. Who comes here?

Mal. The worthy Thane of Rolle.

Len. What haste looks through his Eyes?
So should he look, that seems to speak things strange.

Rolle. God save the King.
King. Whence cam's thou, worthy Thane?

Rolje. From Fife, great King,
Where the Norweyan Banners flout the Sky,
And fan our People Cold,
Norway himself, with terrible Numbers,
Allisted by that most disloyal Traitor,
The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal Confia,
Till that Bellona's Bridegroom, lapt 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.

King. Great Happiness.
Rojje. That now Sweno, the Norway's King,
Craves Composition :
Nor would we deign him burial of his Men,
'Tis he disbursed, at St. Colmes-hill,
Ten thousand Dollars, to our general use.

King. No more that Thane. of Cawdor shall deceive
Our bosom Interest. Go, pronounce his present Death,
And with his former Title; greet Macbeth.
Rolle. I'll see it done.
King. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.

[Exerint, S CEN E III. The Heath.

Thunder. Enter the three Witchesa
i Witch. Where haft thou beén, Sister?
2 Witch. Killing Swine.

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3 Witch. Sister, where thou ?

í Witch. A Sailor's Wife had Chestnuts in her Lap,
And mouncht, and mouncht, and mouncht ;
Give me, quoth I.
Aroint thee, Witch, the Rump-fed Ronyon cries.
Her Husband's to Aleppo gone, Master o’th' Tiger :
But in a Sieve I'll thither fail,
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. Th'art kind.
3 Witch. And I another.

i Witch. I my self have all the other,
And the very Ports they blow,
All the Quarters that they know,
I'th' Shipman'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'nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak and pine :
Though his Bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempeft-toft.
Look what I have.

2 Witch. Shew me, shew me.

1 Witch. Here, I have a Pilot's Thumb, Wrackt as homeward he did come. [Drum within.

3 Witch. A Drum, a Drum. Macbeth doth come. All

. The weyward 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, with Soldiers and other Attendants.

Macb. So foul and fair a Day I have not seen.

Ban. How far is't call'd to Soris? What are these?
So wither'd, and so wild in their attire,
That look not like th' Inhabitants o'th' Earth,

And

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