And ever as it blaz'd, they threw on him
Great pails of puddled mire, to quench the hair:
My master preaches patience to him, while
His man with scissars nicks him like a fool:
And, sure, unless you send some present help,
Between them they will kill the conjurer.
Adr. Peace, fool, thy master and his man are here;
And that is false, thou dost report to us.

Serv. Mistress, upon my life, I tell you true:
I have not breath'd almost, since I did see it.
He cries for you, and vows, if he can take you,
To scorch your face, and to disfigure you:[Cry within.
Hark, hark, I hear him, mistress; fly, be gone!
Duke. Come, stand by me, fear nothing! Guard with
halberds.

Adr. Ah me, it is my husband! Witness you,
That he is borne about invisible:

Even now we hous'd him in the abbey here;
And now he's there, past thought of human reason.
Enter ANTIPHOLES and DROMIO of Ephesus.
Ant. E. Justice, most gracious duke, oh, grant me
justice!

Even for the service, that long since I did thee,
When I bestrid thee in the wars, and took
Deep scars, to save thy life; even for the blood,
That then I lost for thee, now grant me justice!
Aege. Unless the fear of death doth make me dote,
I see my son Antipholus, and Dromio.

Ant. E. Justice, sweet prince, against that woman there!

She, whom thou gav'st to me to be my wife,
That hath abused and dishonour'd me,
Even in the strength and height of injury!
Beyond imagination is the wrong,

That she this day hath shameless thrown on me.
Duke. Discover how, and thou shalt find me just.
Ant. E. This day, great duke, she shut the doors

upon me,

By the way we met

My wife, her sister, and a rabble more

Of vile confederates; along with them

Ran hither to your grace; whom I beseech
To give me ample satisfaction

For these deep shames and great indignities.

Ang. My lord, in truth, thus far I witness with him,
That he dined not at home, but was lock'd out.
Duke. But had he such a chain of thee, or no?
Ang. He had, my lord: and when he ran in here,
These people saw the chain about his neck.
Mer. Besides, I will be sworn, these ears of mine
Heard you confess, you had the chain of him,
After you first forswore it on the mart,
And thereupon I drew my sword on you;
And then you fled into this abbey here,

From whence, I think, you are come by miracle.
Ant. E. I never came within these abbey walls,
Nor ever didst thou draw thy sword on me:
I never saw the chain, so help me heaven!
And this is false, you burden me withal.
Duke. What an intricate impeach is this!
I think, you all have drunk of Circe's cup.
Ifhere you hous'd him, here he would have been:
If he were mad, he would not plead so coldly.-
You say, he dined at home; the goldsmith here
Denies that saying. Sirrah, what say you?
Dro. E. Sir, he dined with her there, at the Porcupine.
Cour. He did, and from my finger snatch'd that ring."
Ant. E. 'Tis true, my liege, this ring I had of her.
Duke. Saw'st thou him enter at the abbey here?
Cour. Assure, my liege, as I do see your grace.
Duke. Why, this is strange. Go call the abbess

hither!

I think, you are all mated, or stark mad.

[Exit an Attendant.
Aege. Most mighty duke,vouchsafe me speak a word!
Haply, I see a friend will save my life,
And pay the sum, that may deliver me.
Duke. Speak freely, Syracusan, what thou wilt!
Aege. Is not your name, sir, called Antipholus?
And is not that your bondman, Dromio?
Dro. E. Within this hour I was his bondman, sir,
But he, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords;
Now am I Dromio, and his man, unbound.
Aege. I am sure, you both of you remember me.
Dro. E. Ourselves we do remember, sir, by you;
For lately we were bound, as you are now.
You are not Pinch's patient, are you, sir?
Aege. Why look you strange on me? you know me
well.

Ant. E. I never saw you in my life till now.
Aege. Oh! grief hath chang'd me, since you saw me

last;

And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand,
Have written strange defeatures in my face.

But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?
Ant. E. Neither.

Aege. Dromio, nor thou?

Dro. E. No, trust me, sir, nor I.

Aege. I am sure, thou dost.

Dro. E. Ay, sir? but I am sure, I do not; and what

A mere auatomy, a mountebank,

Aege. Not know my voice! O, time's extremity!

Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor tongue,
In seven short years, that here my only son
Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares?
Though now this grained face of mine be hid
In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,
And all the conduits of my blood froze up :
Yet hath my night of life some memory,
My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left,
My dull deaf ears a little use to hear.
All these old witnesses (I cannot err,)
Tell me, thou art my son Antipholus.

Ant. E. I never saw my father in my life.
Aege. But seven years since, in Syracusa, boy,
Thou know'st, we parted; but, perhaps, my son,
Thon sham'st to acknowledge me in misery.

Ant. E. The duke, and all that know me in the city,
Can witness with me, that it is not so.
Ine'er saw Syracusa in my life.

Duke. I tell thee, Syracusan, twenty years Have I been patron to Antipholus,

During which time he ne'er saw Syracusa : see, thy age and dangers make thee dote.

Re-enter the Abbess, with ANTIPHOLUS, Syracusan; and DROMIO, Syracusan.

Abb.most mighty duke,behold a man much wrong'd!
[All gather to see him.
Adr. I see two husbands, or mine eyes deceive me.
Duke. One of these men is genius to the other:
And so of these which is the natural man,
And which the spirit, who deciphers them?
Dro. S. I, sir, am Dromio; command him away!
Dro. E. I, sir, am Dromio; pray, let me stay!
Ant. S. Aegeon, art thou not? or else his ghost?
Dro. S. O, my old master! who hath bound him here?
Abb. Whoever bound him, I will loose his bonds,
And gain a husband by his liberty.

Speak, old Aegeon, if thou be'st the man,
That had'st a wife once call'd Aemilia,
That bore thee at a burden two fair sons.
O, if thou be'st the same Aegeon, speak,
And speak unto the same Aemilia!

Aege. IfI dream not, thou art Aemilia;
If thou art she, tell me, where is that son,
That floated with thee on the fatal raft?
Abb. By men of Epidamnum, he, and I,
And the twin Dromio, all were taken up;
But, by and by, rude fishermen of Corinth
By force took Dromio, and my son from them,
And me they left with those of Epidamnum.
What then became of them, I cannot tell;
I, to this fortune that you see me in.

Duke. Why, here begins this morning story right.
These two Antipholus's, these two so like,
And these two Dromio's, one in semblance, -
Besides her urging of her wreck at sea,
These are the parents to these children,
Which accidentally are met together.
Antipholus, thou cam'st from Corinth first.

Ant. S. No, sir, notI; I came from Syracuse.
Duke. Stay, stand apart! I know not which is which.
Ant. E. I came from Corinth, my most gracious lord.
Dro. E. And I with him.

Ant. E. Brought to this town by that most famous warrior,

Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle.
Adr. Which of you two did dine with me to-day?
Ant. S. I, gentle mistress.

Adr. And are not you my husband? Ant. E. No, I say nay to that.

Ant. S. And so do I ; yet did she call me so, And this fair gentlewoman, her sister here, Did call me brother. What I told you then, I hope, I shall have leisure to make good. If this be not a dream, I see, and hear.

Ang. That is the chain, sir, which you had of me. Ant. S. Ithink it be, sir; I deny it not. Ant. E. And you, sir, for this chain arrested me. Ang. I think I did, sir; 1 deny it not. Adr. I sent you money, sir, to be your bail, By Dromio; but I think, he brought it not. Dro. E. No, none by me.

Ant. S. This purse of ducats I receiv'd from you,
Aud Dromio my man did bring them me.
I see, we still did meet each other's man,
And I was ta'en for him, and he for me,
And thereupon these errors are arose.

Ant. E. These ducats pawn I for my father here.
Duke. I shall not need, thy father hath his life.
Cour. Sir, I must have that diamond from you.
Ant. E. There, take it! and much thanks for my
good cheer.

Abb. Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains, To go with us into the abbey here,

And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes!
And all that are assembled in this place,
That by this sympathized one day's error
Have suffer'd wrong, go, keep us company,
And we shall make full satisfaction. -
Twenty-five years have I but gone in travail
Of you, my sons; nor, till this present hour,
My heavy burdens are delivered.-

The duke, my husband, and my children both,
And you, the calendars of their nativity,
Go to a gossip's feast, and go with me!
After so long grief such nativity!

Duke. With all my heart, I'll gossip at this feast.
[Exeunt Duke, Abbess, Aegeon, Courtezan, Mer-
chant, Angelo, and Attendants.

Dro. S. Master, shall I fetch your stuff from shipboard?

Ant. E. Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou embark'd?

Dro. S. Your goods, that lay at host, sir, in the Centaur.

Ant. S. He speaks to me. I am your master, Dromio: Come, go with us! we'll look to that anon. Embrace thy brother there, rejoice with him!

[Exeunt Antipholus S. and E. Adr. and Luc. Dro. S. There is a fat friend at your master's house, That kitchen'd me for you to-day at dinner; She now shall be my sister, not my wife.

Dro. E. Methinks, you are my glass, and not my brother.

I see by you, I am a sweet-faced youth.
Will you walk in to see their gossiping?
Dro. S. Not I, sir; you are my elder.
Dro. E. That's a question. How shall we try it?
Dro. S. We will draw cuts for the senior: till then,
lead thou first!

SIWARD, earl of Northumberland, general of the English forces.

tions.

A C T 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.

8 Witch. That will be ere set of sun.

1 Witch. Where the place?

2 Witch. Upon the heath.

8 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, LENOX, 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
'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,
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 th' 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,

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?

--

Enter ROSSE.

Mal. The worthy thane of Rosse.
Len. What 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.

Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict:
Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd 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; ——

Dun. Great happiness!

Rosse. That now

Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition;
Nor would we deign him burial of his men,
Till he disbursed, at St Colmes' inch,
Ten thousand dollars to our general use.
Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Our bosom interest.-Go, pronounce his death,