Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala:
The conquerors can but make a fire of him;
For Brutus only overcame himself,

And no man else hath honour by his death.

Lucil. So Brutus should be found. — I thank thee, Brutus,

That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true.

Oct. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain them. — Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?

Stra. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.

Oct. Do so, good Messala.

Mes. How died my master, Strato?

Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master.

Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all:
All the conspirators, save only he,

Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar;
He only, in a general-honest thought,
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle; and the elements
So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, "This was a man!"

Oct. According to his virtue let us use him,
With all respect and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
Most like a soldier, order'd honourably. -
So, call the field to rest: and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day.

[Exeunt.

Shakespeare. V.

23

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, and

Messengers.

Hecate.

Three Witches.

Apparitions.

- 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. First Witch. When shall we three meet again

In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

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

Third Witch. That will be ere the set of sun.

First Witch. Where the place?

Sec. Witch.

Third Witch.

First Witch.

Upon the heath.

There to meet with Macbeth.
I come, Graymalkin!

Sec. Witch. Paddock calls: - anon!
All. Fair is foul, and foul is fair:

Hover through the fog and filthy air.

SCENE II. A camp near Forres.

[Exeunt.

Alarums within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, Lennox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant.

Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt

Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought
'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!
Say to the king thy knowledge of the broil
As thou didst leave it.

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 villanies of nature

Do swarm upon him from the western isles

Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;

And fortune, on his damnèd 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 the chaps,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

Dun. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
Serg. As whence the sun gins his reflection
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 kerns 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? Serg.

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 Sergeant, attended.

Who comes here?

Mal.

The worthy thane of Ross.

Len. What haste looks through his eyes! So should he look That seems to speak things strange.