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And Dromio my man did bring them me :
Ant. E. These ducats pawn I for my father here.
Duke. It shall not need, thy father hath his life.
Cour. Sir, I must have that diamond from you.
Ant. E. There, take it; and much thanks for my good cheer.
Abb. Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the To go with us into the abbey here, [pains And hear at large discoursed all our for
And all that are assembled in this place, That by this sympathized one day's error Have suffer'd wrong, go, keep us company, And we shall make full satisfaction.Twenty-five years have I but gone in travail Of you, my sons; nor, till this present hour, My heavy burdens are delivered :
The duke, my husband, and my children both, And you the calendars of their nativity,
Go to a gossip's feast, and go with me;
[Exeunt DUKE, ABBESS, ÆGEON, COURTE-
Dro. S. Master, shall I fetch your stuff from shipboard?
Ant. E. Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou embark'd?
Dro. S. Your goods, that lay at host, Sir, in the Centaur.
Ant. S. He speaks to me; I am your master, Dromio:
Come, go with us: we'll look to that anon: Embrace thy brother there, rejoice with him. [Exeunt ANTIPHOLUS S. and E. ADR.
Dro. S. There is a fat friend at your master's house,
That kitchen'd me for you to-day at dinner;
I see by you, I am a sweet-faced youth.
Dro. S. We will draw cuts for the senior: till then, lead thou first.
Dro. E. Nay, then thus: We came into the world, like brother and broAnd now let's go hand in hand, not one before another. [Exeunt.
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 reAs seemeth by his plight, of the revolt [port, 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,
+1 c. Supplied with light and heavy armed troops. + Cause.
Show'd like a rebel's whore: But all's too weak:
[name,) Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that 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 [chaps, Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the And fix'd his head upon our battlements.
Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break; [come, So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland,
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
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion.
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:
But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.
The opposite to comfort. + Truth. Make another Golgotha as memorable as the first,
Mal. The worthy thane of Rosse.
That seems to speak things strange.
Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane?
Where the Norweyan banners flout* the sky,
Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
Dun. Great happiness! Rosse. That now
Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composi-
Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Our bosom interest:-Go, pronounce his death,
Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath [Exeunt. SCENE III.—A Heath.—Thunder.-Enter the three WITCHES.
1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? 2 Witch. Killing swine.
3 Witch. Sister, where thou?
J Witch. A Sailor's wife had chesnuts in
And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd:Give me, quoth I:
Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon|| Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the
But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.
2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind.
1 Witch. Thou art kind.
3 Witch. And I another.
1 Witch. I myself have all the other; And the very ports they blow, All the quarters that they know I' the shipman's card.¶ I will drain him dry as hay: Sleep shall, neither night nor day, Hang upon his pent-house lid; He shall live a man forbid :** Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine, Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine: Though his bark cannot be lost, Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd. Look what I have.
2 Witch. Show me, show me.
1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd, as homeward he did come.
3 Witch. A drum, a drum;
Macbeth doth come.
+Shakspeare means Mars.
1 Defended by armour of proof. Avaunt, begone. Sailor's chart.
A scurvy woman fed on offals.
All. The weird sisters,* hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about; Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, And thrice again, to make up nine: Peace!-the charm's wound up.
Enter MACBETH and BANQUO.
Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores?-What are these,
So wither'd, and so wild in their attire;
By each at once her choppy finger laying
Macb. Speak, if you can ;-What are you? 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
[truth, Things that do sound so fair?—I'the name of Are ye fantastical† or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great pre
Bun. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's here?
Enter ROSSE and ANGUS.
Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth,
The news of thy success: and when he reads
In viewing o'er the rest o'the self-same day,
Ang. We are sent,
To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee. Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour,
[dor: He bade me, from him, call thee thane of CawIn which addition, hail, most worthy thane! For it is thine.
Ban. What, can the devil speak true?
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 But with the aid of use. [mould, [day.
Macb. Come what come may; Time and the hour* runs through the roughest Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
Macb. Give me your favour:+-my dull brain was wrought [pains With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your Are register'd where every day I turn The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the king.[time, Think upon what hath chanc'd: and, at more The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak Our free hearts each to other.
Ban. Very gladly.
Macb. Till then, enough.--Come, friends. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.-Fores.-A Room in the Palace.
Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives; Why do They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
you dress me
In borrow'd robes?
Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet; But under heavy judgement bears that life Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was Combin'd with Norway; or did line the rebel With hidden help and vantage; or that with both
He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not; But treasons capital, confess'd, and prov'd, Have overthrown him.
Macb. Glamis, the thane of Cawdor: The greatest is behind.-Thanks for your pains.
Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
Ban. That, trusted home,
Macb. Two truths are told,
Cannot be ill; cannot be good:-If ill,
With one that saw him die: who did report,
As 'twere a careless trifle.
Dun. There's no art,
To find the mind's construction in the face:
Macb. The services and the loyalty I owe,
Safe toward your love and honour.
I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
Ban. There if I grow, The harvest is your own.
Dun. My plenteous joys, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves In drops of sorrow.-Sons, kinsmen, thanes, And you whose places are the nearest, know,
We will establish our estate upon
Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd
I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful The hearing of my wife with your approach; So, humbly take my leave.
Dun. My worthy Cawdor!
Macb. The prince of Cumberland! That is
On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap,
SCENE V.-Inverness.--A Room in
Enter Lady MACBETH, reading a letter. Lady M. They met me in the day of success; and I have learned by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves-air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all-hailed me, Thane of Cawdor; by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with, Hail, king that shalt be! This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness; that thou mightest not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promis'd:-Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o'the milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way: Thou would'st be Art not without ambition; but without [great; The illness should attend it. What thou would'st highly, [false, That would'st thou holily; would'st not play And yet would'st wrongly win: thou'd'st have, great Glamis, [have it; That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou And that which rather thou dost fear to do, Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round,§ Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.What is your tidings?
One of my fellows had the speed of him;
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here;
Wherever in your sightless substances
And pall; thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; [dark, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the To cry, Hold, Hold!-Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!
Duncan comes here to-night.
Lady M. And when goes hence?
Shall sun that morrow see!
But be the serpent under it. He that's coming
Wrap as in a mantle. Knife anciently meant a sword or dagger. I. e. Beyond the present time, which is according to the process of nature ignorant of the future. Look, countenauce. ** Convenient corner.