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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. Duncan, King of Scotlar.d.

Seyton, an officer attending on Macbeth, Malcolm,

Son to Macduff,
his sons.

An English doctor. A Scotch doctor
Generals of the King's army.

A soldier, A porter. An old man.

Lady Macbeth.

Lady Macduff.
Noblemen of Scotland.

Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth.

Hecate, and three Witches.

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attend Fleance, son to Banguo.

ants, and Messengers. Siward, Earl of Northumberland, General of the English

forces Young Siward, his son.

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, chiefly, ut Macbeth's Castle.



And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches. 'Til he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,

1 Witch. WHEN shall we three meet again And fix'd his head upon our battlements. In thunder, lightning, or in rain ?

Dun. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman ! 2 Witch. When the hurlyburly's donc,

Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection When the battle's lost and won.

Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break; 3 Witch. That will be ere sct of sun.

So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come, 1 Witch. Where the place?

Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark. 2 Witch. Upon the heath.

No sooner justice had, with valour arm'd, 3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth. Compell’d these skipping Kernes to trust their 1 Witch. I come, Graymalkin!

But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage, (heels, All. Paddock calls :-anon

With furbish'd arms and new supplies of meu Fair is foul, and foul is fair :

Began a fresh assault.
Hover through the fog and filthy air,

Dun. Dismay'd not this
( Witches vanish. Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo ?

Sold. Yes ;
Alarum within. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion.

Donalbain, Lenox, with Attendants, meeting a If I say sooth, I must report they were
bleeding Soldier.

As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks; Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report, So they As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt

Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe: The newest state.

Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, Mal. This is the sergeant,

Or memorize another Golgotha, Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought I cannot tell:-'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend! But I am faint, my gashes cry for help. [wounds; Say to the king the knowledge of the broil,

Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy As thou didst leave it.

They smack of honour both.-Go, get hin Sold. Doubtfully it stood;


[exit Soldier, attended As two spent swimmers, that do cling together

Enter Rosse. And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald Who comes here? (Worthy to be a rebel; for, to that,

Mal. The worthy thane of Rosse. The multiplying villanies of nature

Len. What haste looks through his eyes! So Do swarm upon him,) from the western isles That seems to speak things strange. [should he look Of Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied ;

Rosse. God save the king ! Ind fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane Show'd like a rebel's whore. But all's too weak: Rosse. From Fife, great king, For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that name,) Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky, Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, And fan our people cold. Which smok'd with bloody execution,

Norway himself, with terrible numbers, Like valour's minion,

Assisted by that most d’sloyal traitor, Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave; The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict :





Til that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof, Upon her skinny lips--You should be women,
Confronted him with self-comparisons,

And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, That you are so.
Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude,

Macb. Speak, if you can:- What are you? The victory fell on us.

1 Witch. All ha:1, Macbeth! hail to thce, thane Dun. Great happiness!

of Glamis !

(of Cawdor! Rosse. That now

2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; 3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king Nor would we dcign him burial of his men,


(fear "Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' Inch,

Ban. Good sir, why do you start; and seem to Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

Things that do sound so fair?-- I'the name of truth, Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Are ye fantastical, or that indeed [to Witches. Our bosom interest. -Go, pronounce his death, Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner And with his former title greet Macbeth.

Ye greet with present grace, and great prediction Rosse. I'll see it done.

Of noble having, and of royal hope, Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath That he seems rapt withal; to me, you speak not:

(exeunt. If you can look into the seeds of time, (not,

And say, which grain will grow, and which will Thunder. Enter three Witches.

Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear 1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister ?

Your favours nor your hate. 2 Witch. Killing swine.

I Witch. Hail! 3 Witch. Sister, where thou?

[lap, 2 Witch. Hail! 1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her 3 Witch. Hail! Audmounch'd, and mounch’d, and mnounch’d:

i Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. Give me, quoth I:

2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much bappier. Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries. 3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the Tiger: So, al hail, Macbeth and Banquo! (none : But in a sieve I'll thither sail,

1 Witch. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail! (more! And, like a rat without a tail,

Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis; 2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind.

But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, 1 Witch. Thou art kind.


A prosperous gentleman; and to be king, 3 Witch. And I another.

Stands not within the prospect of belief, 1 Witch. I myself have all the other :

No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence And the very ports they blow,

You owe this strange intelligence? or why All the quarters that they know

Upon this blasted heath you stop our way (you. I'the shipman's card.

With such prophetic greeting?--Speak, I charge I will drain him dry as hay:

[Witches vanish. Sleep shall, neither night nor day;

Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, Hang upon his pent-house lid;

And these are of them. Whither are they He shall live a man forbid:

vanish'd ?

(melted Weary sev'n nights, nine times ning

Mach. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal, Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:

As breath into the wind.— Would they had staid! Though his bark cannot be lost,

Ban. Were such things here as we do speak Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd.

Or have we eaten of the insane root, (about? Look what I have.

That takes the reason prisoner? 2 Witch. Show me, show me.

Macb. Your children shall be kings. 1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb,

Ban. You shall be king. Wreck'd, as homeward he did come. [drum within. Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so? 3 Witch. A drum, a drum;

Ban. To the self-same tune and words. Who's Macbeth doth come.

here? 20. Al. The weird sisters, hand in hand,

Enter Rosse and Angus. Posters of the sea and land,

Rossé. The king hath happiiy receiv'd, Macbeth, Thus do go about, about;

The news of thy success: and when he reads Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,

Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, And thrice again, tò make up nine:

His wonders and his praises do contend, Peace!--the charm's wound up.

Which should be thine, or his. Silenc'd with th:1i, Enter Macbeth and Banquo.

In viewing o'er the rest o'the self-same day, Macb. Şo foul and fair a day I have not scen. He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,

Ban. How far is't call’d to Fores? - What are Nothing afcard of what thyself didst make, So wither'd, and so wild in their attire, (these, Strange images of death. As thick as tale, That look not like the inhabitants o'the earth, Came post with post; and every one did beas And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence. That man may question? You seem to understand And pour'd them down before hiin. By each at once her choppy finger laying [me,

Ang. We are sent,




To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;
To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee. Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalaing
Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour,

Lenox, and Attendants.
He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor: Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor ? Are not
la which addition hail, most worthy thane! Those in commission yet return'd?
For it is thine.

Mal. My liege, Ban. What, can the devil speak true ?

They are not yet come back. But I have spoke Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you with one that saw him die: who did report, In borrow'd robes ? :

[dress me That very frankly he confess'd his treasons ; Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet;

Implor'd your highness' pardon; and set forth But under heavy judgement bears that life A deep repentance: nothing in his life Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was Became him, like the leaving it: he died Combin'd with Norway; or did line the rebel As one that had been studied in his death, With hidden help and vantage; or that with both To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd, He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not: As 'twere a careless trifle. But treasons capital, confess'd and prov'd,

Dun. There's no art, Have overthrown him.

To find the mind's construction in the face: Macb. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor!

He was a gentleman, on whom I built The greatest is behind.—Thanks for your pains — An absolute trust. -0 worthiest cousin! Do

you not hope your children shall be kings, Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus. When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, The sin of my ingratitude even now Promis'd no less to them?

Was heavy on me.

Thou art so far before, Ban. That, trusted home,

That swiftest wing of

recompense is slow Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,

To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less deserv'd; Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange: That the proportion both of thanks and payment And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

Might have been mine! only I have left to say, The instruments of darkness tell us truths; More is thy due than more than all can pay: Win us with honest trifles, to betray us

Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, In deepest consequence.—

In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part Cousins, a word, I pray you.


Is to receive our duties; and our duties. Macb. Two truths are told,

Are to your throne and state, children and servants; As happy prologues to the swelling act

Which do but what they should, by doing everg Oftheimperial theme. I thank you, gentlemen.- Safe toward your love and honour. [thing This supernatural soliciting

Dun. Welcome hither : buch Cannot be ill; cannot be good. If ill,

I have begun to plant 'thee, and will labour Why hath it given me earnest of success,

To make thee full of growing.--Noble Banqun, Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor. - That hast no less deservd, nor must be knorris If good, why do I yield to that suggestion, No less to have done so ; let me infold thee, Whosc horrid image doth unfix my hair,

And hold thee to


heart. And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,

Ban. There if I grow,

Against the use of nature? Present fears The harvest is your own.
Are less than horrible imaginings :

Dun. My plenteous joys,
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
Shakes so my single state of man, that function, In drops of sorrow.

:--Sons, kinsnien, thanes, Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is,

And you, whose places are the nearest, kuow, But what is not.

We will establish our estate upon Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt.

Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance The prince of Cumberland: which honour must Without my stir.

(may crown me, Not, unaccompanied, invest him only, Ban. New honours come upon him

But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine Like our strange garments; cleave not to their On all deservers. - From hence to Inverness, But with the aid of use. [mould, And bind us further to yori.

silti ja 0 [you: Macb. Come what come may ;

Macb. The rest is labour, which is not'us'd for Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your lei- The hearing of my wife with your approach ; [was wrought | So, humbly take


leave. Macb. Give me your favour:-my Jull brain Dun. My worthy Cawdor!

(step, With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your Macb. The prince of Cumberland!—That is a Are register'd where every day I turn [pains On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, [aside. 'The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king. For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires! Think upon what hath chanc'd; and, at more time, Let not light see my black and deep desires ! ". (The interiin having weigh'd it,) let us speak The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be, Our free hearts each to other.

Which the eye fears, when it is done, to sec. [ezit. Ban. Very gladly.


Truc, worthy Banquo; he is full so Macb. Till then, enough. - Come friends. And in his commendations I am fed ; [valiant;

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It is a banquet to me. Let us after bim,

This ignorant present, and I feel now
Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome: The future in the instant.
It is a peerless kinsman. (flourish; excunt. Macb. My dearest love,

Duncan comes here to-night.

Lady M. And when goes hence?
Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a letter.

Macb. To-morrow,-as he purposes.
Lady M.-" They met me in the day of success; and I have Lady M. O, never,
learned, by the perfectest report, they have more in them Shall sun that morrow see!
than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question
thein further, they made themselves-air, into which they | Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men
vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came May read strange matters. To beguile the time
by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
referred me to the coming on of time, with, Hail

, king that your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent 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 pro- But be the serpent under it. He that's coming
mised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.”

Must be provided for; and you shall put
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be This night's great business into my despatch ;
What thou art promis'd.— Yet do I fear thy nature; Which shall to all our nights and days to come
It is too full o'the milk of human kindness, Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
To catch the nearest way. Thou would'st be great; Macb. We will speak further.
Art not without abition; but without [highly, Lady M. Only look up clear ;
The illness should attend it. What thou would'st | To alter favour ever is to fear.-
That would'st thou holily; would'st not play false, Leave all the rest to me.

{ereunt. And yet would'st wrongly win; thou'dst have,

BEFORE THE CASTLE. great Glamis !

Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending.
That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo,
And that which rather thou dost fear to do, [it; Lenox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus, and Attendants.
*Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
And chastise, with the valour of my tongue, Unto our gentle senses.
All that impedes thee from the golden round, Ban. This guest of summer,
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
To have thee crown'd withal.- What is your By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath

Smells wooingly here; no jutty, frieze, buttress,
Enter an Attendant.

Nor coigne of vantage, but this bird hath made Attend. The king comes here to-night.

His pendent bed, and procreant cradle: where they
Lady M. Thou'rt mad to say it:

Most breed and baunt, I have observ'd, the air
Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so, Is delicate.
Would have inform'd for preparation.

Enter Lady Macbeth.
Allend. So please you, it is true; our thane is Dun. Sec, see! our honour'd hostess!
One of my fellows had the speed of him; (coming: The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble,
Who, almost dead for breath, bad scarcely more Which stil we thank as love. Herein I teach you,
Than would make up his message.

How you shall bid God yield us for your pains.
Lady M. Give him tending,

And thank us for your trouble.
He brings great news. The raven himself is Lady M. All our service

(erit Attendant. In every point twice done, and then done double,
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Were poor and single business, to contend
Under my battlements. Conne, come, you spirits Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here; Your majesty loads our house. For those of old,
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,

We rest your hermits.
Stop up the access and passage to remorse;

Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor?
That no compunctious visitings of nature

We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep pace between To be his purveyor: but he rides well :
The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him
And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring minis-To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,
Wherever in your sightless substances [ters, We are your guest to-night.
You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, Lady M. Your servants ever
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; compt,
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
To cry, Huld, hold !--Great Glamis! worthy Still to return your own.

Dun. Give me your hand :
Enter Macbeth.

Conduct me to mine host; we love him hizlily,
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! And shall continue our graces towards him.
Thy letters have transported ine beyond

By your leave, hostess.





! And live a coward in thine own esteem; Haulboys and torches. Enter, and pass over the Letting I dare not wait upon I would,

stage, a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes Like the poor cat i'the adage ? and service; then enter Macbeth.

Macb. Pr’ythee, peace: Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere. I dare do all that may become a man; It were done quickly. If the assassination (well, Who dares do more, is none. Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, Lady M. What beast was it then, With his surcease, success; that but this blow That made you break this enterprise to me? Might be the be-all and the end-all here,

When you durst do it, then you were a man.; But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, And, to be more than what you were, you would We'd jump the life to come.- -But, in these cases, Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, We still have judgement hcre; that we but teach Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return They have made themselves, and that their fitness To plague the inventor. This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know To our own lips. He's here in double trust: How tender 'tis, to love the babe that milks me : First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, I would, while it was smiling in my face, Strong both against the dred; then, as his host, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, Who should against his murderer shut the door, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn, as you Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Have done to this. Hath borne his faculties so meck, hath been

Macb. If we should fail,So clear in his great office, that his virtues

Lady M. We fail ! Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against But screw your courage to the sticking-place, The deep damnation of his taking-off:

And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep, And pity, like a naked new-born babe

(Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journcy Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin hors'd Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains Upon the sightless couriers of the air,

Will I with wine and wassel so convince, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,

That memory, the warder of the brain, That tears shall drown the wind.--I have no spur Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason To prick the sides of my intent, but only

A limbeck only. When in swinish sleep Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself,

Their drenched natures lie, as in a death, And falls on the other.—How ow, what news? What cannot you and I perform upon Enter Lady Macbeth.

The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon Lady M. He has almost supp'd. Why have you His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt Macb. Hath he ask'd for me? (left the chamber? | Of our great quell? Lory M. Know you not, he has ? (ness. Macb. Bring forth men-chilaren only!

Macb. We will proceed no further in this busi- | For thy undaunted mettle should compose He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Nothing but males. Will it not be received, Golden opinions from all sorts of people,

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, Not cast aside so soon.

That they have done't? Lady M. Was the hope drunk,

Lady M. Who dares receive it other, Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since? As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar And wakes it now, to look so green and pale Upon his death? At what it did so frecly? From this time,

Macb. I am settled, and bend up Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard

Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. To be the same in thine own act and valour, Away, and mock the time with fairest show; As thou art in desire ? Would'st thou have that False face must hide what the false heart doth Which thou estcem'st the ornainent of life,



ACT II. SCENEJ. THE SAME. COURT WITHIN THE CASTLE. | Enter Macbeth, and a Servant with a forch. Enter Banquo and Fleance, and a Servant with a Who's there? torch before them.

Macb. A friend. Ban. How goes the night, boy? (clock. Ban. Wbat, sir, not yet at rest? The king's Fle. The moon is down! I have not heard the He hath been in unusual pleasure, and [a-bed: Ban. And she goes down at twelve.

Sent forth grcat largess to your officers: Fle. I take't, 'tis later, sir.

(in heaven, | This diamond he griets your wife withal,
Ban. Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up
Their candles are all out. Take thee that too. In measureless content.
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,

Macb. Being unprepar'd,
And yet I would not sleep. Merciful power, ! Cur will became the servant to defect;
Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that rature Which else should free bare wrought.
Gives way to in repose !-Give me my sword ;-

Ban. All's well." Hi


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