VOL. III.

MACBETH.

A

Fleance, Son to Banquo.

Siward, Earl of Northumberland, General of the English

forces.

Young Siward, his Son.

Seyton, an Officer attending on Macbeth.
Son to Macduff.

An English Doctor. A Scotch Doctor.
A Porter. An old Man.

A Soldier.

Lady Macbeth.
Lady Macduff.

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

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

The Ghost of Banquo, and feveral 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.

MACBETH.

ACT I.

SCENE I. An open Place.

Thunder and Lightning. Enter three WITCHES.

I WITCH. When fhall 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 fet of fun.

1 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, DoNALBAIN, LENOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding SOLDIER.

DUN. What bloody man is that? He can report,
As feemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.

MAL. This is the fergeant,

Who, like a good and hardy foldier, 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 fwarm upon him,) from the western ifles
Of Kernes and Gallowglaffes is fupplied;

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,)
Difdaining fortune, with his brandifh'd fteel,
Which smok'd with bloody execution,

Like valour's minion,

Carv'd out his paffage, till he fac'd the flave;
And ne'er fhook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
Till he unfeam'd him from the nave to the chops,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements..

DUN. O, valiant coufin! worthy gentleman!
SOLD. As whence the fun 'gins his reflexion
Shipwrecking ftorms and direful thunders break;

So from that spring, whence comfort feem'd to come,
Discomfort fwells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark :
No fooner juftice had, with valour arm'd,
Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heels;
But the Norweyan lord, furveying 'vantage,
With furbish'd arms, and new fupplies of men,
Began a fresh affault.

DUN. Dismay'd not this