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M A C B E T H.

Vol. III.

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Persons represented.

Duncan, King of Scotland :
Malcolm,

Donalbain

, } bis fons.

Macbeth,

Generals of the King's army.
Banquo,
Macduff,
Lenox,
Rosse,

Noblemen of Scotland.
Menteth,
Angus,
Cathness,
Fleance, Son to Banquo.
Siward, Earl of Northumberland, General of the English

forces.
Young Siward, bis Son.
Seyton, an Officer attending on Macbeth.
Son to Macduff.
An English Doctor. A Scotch Doctor.
A Soldier. A Porter. An old Man.

Lady Macbeth.
Lady Macduff.
Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth.
Hecate, and three Witches.

Lords, Gentlemen, Oficers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants,

and Messengers. 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.

ACT І.
SCENE I. An open Place.
Thunder and Lightning. Enter three WITCHES.

I Witch. When shall we three meet again, In thunder, lightning, or in rain ?

2 Witch. When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's loft and won : 3 Witch. That will be ere set of fun. Witch. Where the place ? 2 Witch. Upon the heath: 3 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, DO-
NALBAIN, 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 villanies 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 the chops,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!

Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflexion 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 Kernes 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