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

Messengers.

The Ghost of Banquo, and other Apparitions.

SCENE, 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. Scul

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 the set of sun.

1 Witch. Where the place?

2 Witch.

Upon the heath:

3 Witch.
1 Witch. I come, Graymalkin!
All. Paddock calls:- Anon.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:

There to meet with Macbeth,

Hover through the fog and filthy air. S

Wanom

[Witches vanish.

SCENE II.

A Camp near Fores.

Atala koor ja dhe Alarum within. Enter King DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN,

LENOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier.

Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report, paper

As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt

The newest state.

Mal.

This is the sergeant,

Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought Voitan

'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!

Say to the king the 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 Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied; olvas
And fortune, on his damned quarry 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;

lam lenti

Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,

réconsit

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!

Cais attention.

Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflexion omniver
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.

Sold.

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,

But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.

3

Serestina

Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds: They smack of honour both. Go, get him surgeons.

Who comes here?

Mal.

[Exit Soldier, attended.

Enter Rosse and ANGUS.

The worthy thane of Rosse.

Len. What a haste looks through his eyes!

So should he look, that seems to speak things strange.
Rosse. God save the king!

Dun.

Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane?

Rosse. From Fife, great king;

Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky
And fan our people cold.