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 drank of Circe's cup. If here 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. [Erit an Attendant. Ege. Most mighty duke, vouchsafe me speak a word, Haply, I see a friend will save my life, Duke. Speak freely, Syracusan, what thou wilt. Ege. Is not your name, sir, call'd Antipholus ? And is not that your bondman Dromio? Dro. E. Within this hour, I was his bondman, sir, "the, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords: Now am I Dromio, and his man, unbound. Dromio, nor thou? Dro. E. No, trust me, sir, nor I. I am sure, thou dost. Dro. E. Ay, sir? but I am sure, I do not; and whatsoever a man denies, you are now bound to believe him. Ege. 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. Ege. But seven years since, in Syracusa, boy, Thou know'st, we parted: but, perhaps, my son, Thou 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; ne'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 : I see, thy age and dangers make thee dote. Enter the Abbess, with ANTIPHOLUS Syracusa.i, and DROMIO Syracusan. Abb. Most mighty Duke, behold a man much All gather to see him. Adr. I see two husbands, or mine eyes deceive wrong'd. 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. Egeon, 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 Egeon, if thou be'st the man That had'st a wife once called Æmilia, That bore thee at a burden two fair sons: O, if thou be'st the same Egeon, speak, And speak unto the same Emilia! Ege. If I dream not, thou art Æmilia; Abb. By men of Epidamnum, he, and I, Duke. Why, here begins his morning story right Ant. S. No, sir, not I; 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 fa mous warrior Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle. 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 sc; Ang. That is the chain, sir, which you had of Te Ant. S. I think it be, sir; I deny it not. Ant. S. This purse of ducats I receiv'd from you, Ant. E. These ducats pawn I for my father here. Duke. With all my heart, I'll gossip at this feast. [Exeunt DUKE, Abbess, ÆGEON, Courtezan, Merchant, ANGELO, and Attendants. Dro. S. Master, shall I fetch your stuff from shipboard? Ant. E. Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou Dro. S. Your goods, that lay at host, sir, in the Ant. S. He speaks to me; I am your master, Come, go with us; we'll look to that anon : Abb. Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains, That kitchen'd me for you to-day at dinner; And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes : The duke, my husband, and my children both, She now shall be my sister, not my wife. Dro. E. Methinks, you are my glass, and not I see by you, I am a sweet-faced youth. 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. English forces. Lady MACDUFf. A Scotch Doctor. An old Man. Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth. HECATE, and three Witches. Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, 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, at MACBETH's Castle. An open Place. Thunder and Enter three Witches. Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought Sol. Doubtfully it stood; The multiplying villainies of nature Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave; Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! 3 Witch. And I another. Mal. Enter Rosse. The worthy thane of Rosse. Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look, That seems to speak things strange. Rosse. Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky, Norway himself, with terrible numbers, The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict: Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, Dun. Rosse. That now Great happiness! 1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? 2 Witch. Killing swine. 3 Witch. Sister, where thou? 1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, And mounch'd and mounch'd, and mounch'd: Give me, quoth I: Aroint thee, witch the rump-fed ronyon cries. 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. Thou art kind. 1 Witch. I myself have all the other; And the very ports they blow, All the quarters that they know? I will drain him dry as hay: 2 Witch. Show me, show me. 1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis ! 2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! 3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter. Ban. Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair?--I'the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: And say, which grain will grow, and which will not; 1 Witch. Hail! 2 Witch. Hail! 3 Witch. Hail! 1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. 3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! 1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail! Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis; Y But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, you. Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, Came post with post; and every one did bear - Macb. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor: The greatest is behind. Thanks for your pains. Do you not hope your children shall be kings, When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, Promis'd no less to them? Ban. That, trusted home, Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange : And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths Win us with honest trifles, to betray us In deepest consequences. Cousins, a word, I pray you. Two truths are told, Mach. As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentlemen.-- Cannot be ill; cannot be good : — If ill, My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt. Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir. Ban. New honours come upon him Like our strange garments; cleave not to their mould, But with the aid of use. Macb. Come what come may; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. Macb. Till then, enough. Very gladly. Come, friends. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Fores. A Room in the Palace. Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not My liege, They are not yet come back. But I have spoke With one that saw him die: who did report. That very frankly he confess'd his treasons; Implor'd your highness' pardon; and set forth A deep repentance: nothing in his life Became him, like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death, To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd, As 'twere a careless trifle. There's no art, Dun. To find the mind's construction in the face: Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSSE, and ANGUS. To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less deserv'd ; |