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M A CB ET H.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.
DUNCAN, King of Scotland. Young SIWARD, bis Son.
MALCOLM,

SEYTON, an Officer attending DONALBAIN, his Sons.

Macbeth.
MACBETH,

Son to Macduff.
BANQUO,
Generals of his Army.

An English Doctor.
MACDUFF,

A Scotch Doctor. LENOX,

A Soldier. A Porter. An old Man. ROSSE, MENTETH,

Thanes of Scotland. ANGUS,

LADY MACBETH. CATHNESS,

LADY MACDUFF. FLEANCE, Son to Banquo.

Gentlewoman attending Lady MacSIWARD, Earl of Northumberland,

beth. General of the English Forces. HECATE, and Witches. Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, and

Messengers. The Ghost of Banquo, and other Apparitions. SCENE, in the end of the fourth Act, in England; through the rest of

the Play, in Scotland.

ACT I. SCENE I.

An open Place. Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches, score 1 Witch. When shall we three meet again, In thunder, lightning, or io rain?

2 Witch. When the hurlyburly 's done , When the battle 's lost and won.

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3 Witch. That will be ere the set of sun.
1 Witch. Where the place?

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2 Witch.

Upon the heath:
3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth,

1 Witch. I come, Graymalkin!
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SCENE II.
A Camp near Fores.

DONALBAIN,
LENOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier.

ketmoufell Alarum within. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm,

Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report, repug uolen

As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.
Mal.

This is the sergeant, vaillant
Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought von
'Gainst my captivity. - Hail, brave friend!
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil,
As thou didst leave it.
Sold. .

Doubtful it stood;
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald memoria
(Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
The multiplying villanies of nature
Do swarm upon him) from the western isles

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And fortune, on his damned quarry 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,

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Till he fac'd the slave;
Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,

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And fir'd his head upon our battlements. Kreicbthen

Dun. 0, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!

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Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break, berobies
So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: Preis attention

No sooner justice had,
Litty et Compell’d these skipping to trust their heels,

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With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men,
Began a fresh assault.
Dun.
Dismay'd not this ei wie sehen

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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, ' en?
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 snack of honour both. Go, get him surgeons.

[Exit Soldier, attended.

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Enter Rosse and ANGUS.
Who comes here!
Mal.

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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