Macbeth. A TRAGEDY, BY WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE. ACCURATELY PRINTED FROM THE TEXT OF MR. STEEVENS'S LAST EDITION. 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 Soldier. A Porter. An old Man. 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 several other Apparitions. SCENE, in the end of the fourth act, lies in Englana; 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. 1 Witch. WHEN shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? 2 Witch. When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won: 3 Witch. That will be ere set of sun. 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. B 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 seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state. Mal. This is the sergeant, Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought Sold. Doubtfully it stood; As two spent swimmers, that do cling together, The multiplying villainies of nature Like valour's minion, Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave; And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewel to him, Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chops, And fix'd his head upon our battlements. come, Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage, Dun. Dismay'd not this Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? Yes; Sold. Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe: 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 sur[Exit Soldier, attended. geons. Enter Rosse. Who comes here? |