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Duncan, King of Scotland, his sons.

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Donalbain, J

Macbeth, 7

Bakquo, C General* °fthe

Macduff,'

Lenox,

M°e"teth, >Noblemen of Scotland.

Angus,

Cathness,

Fleance, son to Banquo.

Si Ward, Earl of Northumberland, General of the

English forces.
Young Siward, his son.
Seyton, an Officer attending on Macbeth.
Son to Macduff.

An English Doctor. A Scotch Doctor.
A Soldier. A Porter. An old Man.
Lady Macbeth.
Lady Macduff.

Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth.
Hecate, and three Witches.

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.

MACBETH.

ACT I. 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 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!

Att. 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, 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
'Gainst my captivity : —Hail, brave friend!
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil,
As thou didst leave it.

Sold. Doubtfully it stood;

As two spent swimmers, that do cling together,
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald
(Worthy to be a rebel; for, to that,
The multiplying villainies of nature
Do swarm upon him,) from the western isles
Of Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied ';
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling 8,
Show'd like a rebel's whore: But all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that name,)
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
Which smok'd with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion,

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 chops,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

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,
Began a fresh assault.

Dun. Dismay'd not this

Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

Sold. 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 redoubled strokes upon 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.

Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy

wounds;

They smack of honour both:—Go, get him surgeons.

[Exit Soldier, attended.

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Enter Rosse.

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,
And fan our people cold.

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