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Duncan, King of Scotland, his sons.
Bakquo, C General* °fthe
M°e"teth, >Noblemen of Scotland.
Fleance, son to Banquo.
Si Ward, Earl of Northumberland, General of the
An English Doctor. A Scotch Doctor.
Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth.
Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers,
Attendants, and Messengers.
The Ghost of Banquo, and several other Apparitions. SCENE, in the end of the fourth act, lies in England;
through the rest of the play, in Scotland; and, chufly,
at Macbeth's castle.
ACT I. SCENE I.
An open Place. Thunder and Lightning.
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.
Att. Paddock calls:—Anon.—
A Camp near Fores. Alarum within.
Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, vith 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.
Mai. . This is the sergeant,
Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought
Sold. Doubtfully it stood;
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together,
Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave;
Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflexion 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 heels; But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,
With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men,
Dun. Dismay'd not this
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
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.
Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy
They smack of honour both:—Go, get him surgeons.
[Exit Soldier, attended.
Who comes here?
Mai. The worthy thane of Rosse.
Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So
should he look, That seems to speak things strange.
Rosse. God save the king!
Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane?
Rosse. From Fife, great king,
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky,