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I went to seek him: in the street I met him; Dro. E. Within this hour I was his bondman, sir, And in his company, that gentleman;

But he, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords; There did this perjur'd goldsmith swear me down, Now am I Dromio, and his man, unbound. That I this day of him receiv'd the chain,

Æge. I am sure, you both of you remember me. Which, God he knows, I saw not: for the which, Dro. E. Ourselves we do remember, sir, by you; He did arrest me with an officer.

For lately we were bound, as you are now. ( did obey; and sent my peasant home

You are not Pinch's patient, are you, sir ? For certain ducats: he with none return'd.

Æge. Why look you strange on me? you know Then fairly I bespoke the officer,

me well. To in person with me to my house.

Ant. E. I never saw you in my life, till now. By the way we met

Æge. Oh! grief hath changed me since you saw My wife, her sister, and a rabble more

me last; Of vile confederates: along with them

And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand They brought one Pinch; a hungry, lean-faced Have written strange defeatures' in my face: villain,

But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice? A mere anatomy, a mountebank,

Ant. E. Neither. A thread-bare juggler, and a fortune-teller;

Æge.

Dromio, nor thou?
A needy, hollow-ey'd, sharp-looking wretch, Dro. E. No, trust me, sir, nor I.
A living dead man: this pernicious slave,

Æge.

I am sure thou dost. Forsooth, took on him as a conjurer;

Dro. E. Ay, sir? but I am sure I do not; and And gazing in my eyes, feeling my pulse, whatsoever a man denies, you are now bound to And with no face, as 'twere, out-facing me,

believe him. Cries out, I was possess'd: then altogether

Æge. Not know my voice! O, time's extremity! They fell upon me, bound me, bore me thence; Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor tongue, And in a dark and dankish vault at home In seven short years, that here my only son There left me and my man, both bound together; Knows not my feeble key of untuned' cares ? Till gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, Though now this grained face of mine be hid I gain'd my freedom, and immediately

In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, Ran hither to your grace; whom I beseech And all the conduits of my blood froze up; To give me ample satisfaction

Yet hath my night of life some memory,
For these deep shames and great indignities. My wasting lamp some fading glimmer left,

Ang. My lord, in truth, thus far, I witness with him; My dull deaf ears a little use to hear:
That he dined not at home, but was lock'd out. All these old witnesses (I cannot err)

Duke. But had he such a chain of thee, or, no? Tell me, thou art my son Antipholus.

Ang. He had, my lord: and when he ran in here, Ant. E. I never saw my father in my life. These people saw the chain about his neck. Æge. But seven years since, in Syracusa, boy,

Mer. Besides I will be sworn, these ears of mine Thou know'st we parted: but, perhaps, my son, Heard you confess you had the chain of him, Thou sham'st to acknowledge me in misery. After you first forswore it on the mart.

Ant. E. The duke, and all that know me in the And, thereupon, I drew my sword on you;

city, And then you fled into this abbey here,

Can witness with me that it is not so; From whence, I think, you are come by miracle. I ne'er saw Syracusa in my life.

Ant. E. I never came within these abbey walls, Duke. I tell thee, Syracusan, twenty years
Nor ever didst thou draw thy sword on me: Have I been patron to Antipholus,
I never saw the chain, so help me heaven! During which time he ne'er saw Syracusa:
And this is false you burden me withal.

I see thy age and dangers make thee dote.
Duke. Why, what an intricate impeach is this?
I think, you all have drank of Circe's cup.

Enter the Abbess, with ANTIPHOLUS Syracusan, If here you hous'd him, here he would have been;

and DROMIO Syracusan. If he were mad, he would not plead so coldly :- Abb. Most mighty duke, behold a man much You say he dined at home; the goldsmith here

wrong'd. [All gather to see him. Denies that saying :-Sirrah, what say you? Adr. I see two husbands, or mine eyes deceive Dro. E. Sir, he dined with her there, at the Porcupine.

Duke. One of these men is Genius to the other: Cour. He did; and from my finger snatch'd that And so of these: Which is the natural man, ring.

And which the spirit? Who deciphers them? Ant. E. "Tis true, my liege, this ring I had of her. Dro. S. I, sir, am Dromio; command him away. Duke. Saw'st thou him enter at the abbey here? Dro. E. I, sir, am Dromio; pray let me stay Cour. As sure, my liege, as I do see your grace. Ant. S. Ægeon, art thou not? or else his ghost ? Duke. Why, this is strange:--Go call the abbess

Dro. S. O, my old master, who hath bound him hither;

here? I think you are all mated, or stark mad.

Abb. Whoever bound him, I will loose his bonds [Exit an Attendant. And gain a husband by his liberty :Æge. Most mighty duke, vouchsafe me speak a Speak, old Ægeon, if thou be'st the man word;

That hadst a wife once called Æmilia, Haply I see a friend will save my life,

That bore thee at a burden two fair sons: And pay the sum that may deliver me.

O, if thou be'st the same Ægeon, speak, Duke. Speak freely, Syracusan, what thou wilt. And speak unto the same Æmilia!

Æge. Is not your name, sir, called Antipholus ? And is not that your bondman Dromio?

me.

* Furrowed, lined.

1 Alteration of features.

Æge. If I dream not, thou art Æmilia; Duke. It shall not need, thy father hath his life. If thou art she, tell me where is that son

Cour. Sir, I must have that diamond from you. That floated with thee on the fatal raft?

Ant. E. There, take it; and much thanks for my Abb. By men of Epidamnum, he and I,

good cheer. And the twin Dromio, all were taken up; Abb. Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains But, by and by, rude fishermen of Corinth To go with us into the abbey here, By force took Dromio and my son from them, And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes :And me they left with those of Epidamnum: And all that are assembled in this place, What then became of them I cannot tell; That by this sympathized one day's error I, to this fortune that you see me in.

Have suffer'd wrong, go, keep us company, Duke. Why, here begins his morning story right;" And we shall make full satisfaction.These two Antipholus's, these two so like, Twenty-five years have I but gone in travail And these two Dromios, one in semblance, — Of you, my sons; nor, till this present hour, Besides her urging of her wreck at sea, - My heavy burdens are delivered :These are the parents to these children,

The duke, my husband, and my children both, Which accidentally are met together

And you the calendars of their nativity, Antipholus, thou cam'st from Corinth first. Go to a gossip's feast, and go with me; Ant. S. No, sir, not I; I came from Syracuse. After so long grief, such nativity. Duke. Stay, stand apart; I know not which is Duke. With all my heart, I'll gossip at this feast. which.

[Exeunt Duke, Abbess, Ægo, Courtezan, Ant. E. I came from Corinth, my most gracious

Merchant, ANGELO, and Attendants. lord.

Dro. S. Master, shall I fetch your stuff from Dro. E. And I with him.

ship-board? Ant. E. Brought to this town with that most Ant. E. Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou famous warrior

embark'd! Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle. Dro. S. Your goods that lay at host, sir, in the Adr. Which of you two did dine with me to-day?

Centaur. Ant. S. I, gentle mistress.

Ant. S. He speaks to me; I am your master, Adr.

And are not you my husband? Dromio: Ant. E. No, I say nay to that.

Come, go with us: we'll look to that anon: Ant. S. And so do I, yet did she call me so; Embrace thy brother there, rejoice with him. And this fair gentlewoman, her sister here,

[Exeunt ANTIPHOLUS S. and E., ADR., Did call me brother :- What I told you then,

and Luc. I hope, I shall have leisure to make good;

Dro. S. There is a fat friend at your master's If this be not a dream, I see, and hear.

house,
Ang. That is the chain, sir, which you had of me. That kitchen'd me for you to-day at dinner;
Ant. S. I think it be, sir; I deny it not. She now shall be my sister, not my wife.
Ant. E. And you, sir, for this chain, arrested me. Dro. E. Methinks you are my glass, and not my
Ang. I think I did, sir ; I deny it not.

brother:
Adr. I sent you money, sir, to be your bail, I see by you, I am a sweet-faced youth.
By Dromio; but I think he brought it not. Will you walk in to see their gossiping?
Dro. E. No, none by me.

Dro. S. Not I, sir; you are my elder.
Ant. Š. This purse of ducats I received from you, Dro. E. That's a question: how shall we try it?
And Dromio my man did bring them me:

Dro. S. We will draw cuts for the senior: till I see, we still did meet each other's man,

then, lead thou first. And I was ta'en for him, and he for me,

Dro. E. Nay, then thus: And thereupon these Errors are arose.

We came into the world, like brother and brother Ant. E. These ducats pawn I for my father here. And now let's go hand in hand, not one before : The morning story is what Ægeon tells the Duke in

another.

[Exeunt the first scene of this play.

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MACBETH.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

Donalbaix, Shis Sons.

Duncan, King of Scotland.

Young Siwand, his Son. MALCOLM

Serton, an Officer attending on Macbeth.

Son to Macduff.
MACBETH, ,

An English Doctor. A Scotch Doctor.
Generals of the King's Army.
BANQτο, ,

A Soldier. A Porter. An old Man.
Macduff,
Lexox,

LADY MACBETH.
Rosse,

LADY MACDUFF.
MENTETH,
Noblemen of Scotland.

Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth.
Axgus,

HECATE, and three Witches. CATHNESS,

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderere, FLEANCE, Son to Banquo.

Attendants, and Messengers. SIWARD, Earl of Northumberland, General of the The Ghost of Banquo, and several other Appari. English Forces.

tions. 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 I.

SCENE I.-An

open
Place.

'Gainst my captivity —Hail, brave frend!

Say to the king the knowledge of the broil, Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches. As thou didst leave it. 1 Witch. When shall we three meet again

Sold.

Doubtfully it stood; In thunder, lightning, or in rain ?

As two spent swimmers, that do eling together, 2 Witch. When the hurlyburly's' done,

And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald, When the battle's lost and won.

(Worthy to be a rebel; for, to that, 3 Witch. That will be ere set of sun.

The multiplying villanies of nature i Witch. Where the place?

Do swarm upon him) from the western isles 2 Witch.

Upon the heath:

Of Kernes and Gallowglasses was supplied ;" 3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth.

And fortune on his damned quarrel smiling, I Witch. I come, Graymalkin!

Show'd like a rebel's whore: But all's too weak: All. Paddock calls :-Anon.

For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that name) Fair is foul, and foul is fair:

Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

Which smok'd with bloody execution,
Witches vanish. Like valor's minion,

Carv'd out his passage, till he faced the slave; SCENE II.-A Camp near Forres. And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Alarum within. Enter King DUNCAN, MALCOLM, Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,

DONALBAIN, LENOX, with Attendants, meeting And fix'd his head upon our battlements. a bleeding Soldier.

Dun. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report, Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break;

Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state.

So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come Mal. This is the sergeant,

Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought

No sooner justice had, with valor arm'd, 1 Tumult. 1 i. e. Supplied with light and heavy armed troops.

Compell’d these skipping Kernes to trust their heels; 2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind.
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,

1 Witch. Thou art kind. With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men, 3 Witch. And I another. Began a fresh assault.

1 Witch. I myself have all the other, Dun.

Dismay'd not this And the very ports they blow, Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

All the quarters that they know Sold.

Yes;

l' the shipman's card."
As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion. I will drain him dry as hay:
If I say sooth, I must report they were

Sleep shall, neither night nor day,
As cannons overcharged with double cracks; Hang upon his pent-house lid:
So they

He shall live a man forbid:
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:

Weary seven-nights, nine times nine,
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:
Or memorize another Golgotha,

Though his bark cannot be lost,
I cannot tell :

Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd. But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.

Look what I have. Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy 2 Witch. Show me, show me. wounds;

1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, They smack of honor both:Go, get him sur- Wreck'd, as homeward he did come. geons. [Exit Soldier, attended.

[Drum within Enter Rosse.

3 Witch. A drum, a drum;

Macbeth doth come. Who comes here?

All. The weird sisters,' hand in hand,
Mal.

The worthy thane of Rosse.
Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So Thus do go about, ahout;

Posters of the sea and land,
should he look,

Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, That seems to speak things strange.

And thrice again, to make up nine:
Rosse.

God save the king; Peace !--the charm's wound up.
Dun. Whence cam’st thou, worthy thane?
Rosse.
From Fife, great king,

Enter MACBETH and Banquo.
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky, Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
And fan our pe cold.

Ban. How far is't callid to Forres ! - What are Norway himself, with terrible numbers,

these, Assisted by that most disloyal traitor

So wither'd, and so wild in their attire; The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict:

That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, Till that Bellona's bridegroom," lapp'd in proof,"

And yet are on't? Live you ? or are you aught Confronted him with self-comparisons,

That man may question? You seem to understand Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm,

me, Curbing his lavish spirit: And, to conclude, By each at once her choppy finger laying The victory fell on us;

Upon her skinny lips :-You should be women, Dun.

Great happiness!

And yet your beards forbid me to interpret Rosse. That now

That you are so. Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition ; Mach. Speak, if you can:- What are you? Nor would we deign him burial of his men,

1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane Till he disbursed, at St. Colmes' inch,

of Glamis! Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

2 Wilch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive

of Cawdor! Our bosom interest :-Go, pronounce his death, 3 Milch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king And with his former title greet Macbeth.

hereafter. Rosse. I'll see it done.

Ban. Good sir, why do you start and seem to fear Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath Things that do sound so fáir !--- I'the name of truth,

[Exeunt. Are ye fantastical, or that indeed

Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner SCENE III.- A Heath.

You greet with present grace, and great prediction

Of noble having, and of royal hope,
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.

That he seems rapto withal ; to me you speak not: 1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? If you can look into the seeds of time, 2 Witch. Killing swine.

And say, which grain will grow, and which will not; 3 Witch. Sister, where thou?

Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear,
1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, Your favors, nor your hate.
And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd:- 1 Witch. Hail!
Give me, quoth I:

2 Witch. Hail! Aroint thee,' witch! the rump-fed ronyon' cries.

3 Witch. Hail ! Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the Tiger: 1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. But in a sieve I'll thither sail,

2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. And, like a rat without a tail,

3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo! 3 Truth.

Shakspeare means Mars. • Defe by armor of proof. 6 Avaunt, begone. Coinpass. 9 Accursed. · Prophetic sisters. TA scurvy woman fed on offals.

Supernatural, spiritual.

» Estate. * Abstracted

won.

none:

1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail! In deepest consequence.

Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: Cousins, a word, I pray you. By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis: Macb.

Two truths are told, But how of Cawdor ? the thane of Cawdor lives, As happy prologues to the swelling act A prosperous gentleman; and, to be king, Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentlemen.Stands not within the prospect of belief,

This supernatural solicitings No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence Cannot be ill; cannot be good :-If ill, You owe this strange intelligence? or why Why hath it given me earnest of success, Upon this blasted heath you stop our way Commencing in a truth? .I am thane of Cawdor: With such prophetic greeting ?-Speak, I charge If good, why do I yield to that suggestion you.

[Witches ranish. Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs And these are of them :—Whither are they vanish’d? Against the use of nature ? Present fears Macb. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal, Are less than horrible imaginings: melted

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, As breath into the wind.--'Would they had staid! Shakes so my single state of man, that function Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak Is smother'd'in surmise: and nothing is, about?

But what is not. Or have we eaten of the insane root,

Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt. That takes the reason prisoner?

Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance Macb. Your children shall be kings.

may crown me, Ban. .

You shall be king. Without my stir. Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so? Ban.

New honors come upon him Ban. To the self-same tune and words. Who's Like our strange garments, cleave' not to their here?

mould,

But with the aid of use.
Enter Rosse and Angus.

Macb.

Come what come may; Rosse. The king hath happily receiv’d, Macbeth, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. The news of thy success: and when he reads Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,

Macb. Give me your favor:-my dull brain was His wonders and his praises do contend,

wrought Which should be thine, or his: Silenced with that, With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains In viewing o'er the rest o' the self-same day, Are register'd where every day I turn He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the king.– Nothing aseard of what thyself didst make, Think upon what hath chanced: and, at more time, Strange images of death. As thick as tale, The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak Came post with post; and every one did bear Our free hearts each to other. Thy praises in his kingdon’s great defence,

Ban.

Very gladly.
And pour'd them down before him.

Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends.
Ang
We are sent,

[Exeunt. To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee.

SCENE IV.-Forres. A Room in the Palace. Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honor, Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:

LENOx, and Attendants. In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!

Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not For it is thine.

Those in commission yet return'd? Ban. What, can the devil speak true?

Mal.

My liege, Mucb. The thane of Cawdor lives: Why do you They are not yet come back. But I have spoke dress me

With one that saw him die: who did report, In borrow'd robes?

That very frankly he confess'd his treasons;
Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet; Implor’d your highness' pardon; and set fort
But under heavy judgment bears that life
Wnich he deserves to lose. Whether he was

A deep repentance: nothing in his life

Became him, like the leaving it; he died Combined with Norway; or did line the rebel

As one that had been studied in his death, With hidden help and vantage; or that with both

To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd," He labor'd in his country's wreck, I know not;

As 'twere a careless trifle. But treasons capital, confess'd and prov'd,

Dun.

There's no art,
Have overthrown him.
Macb. Glamis

, and thane of Cawdor: To find the mind's construction in the face: The greatest is behind.—Thanks for your pains.- An absolute trustworthiest cousin !

He was a gentleman on whom I built Do you not hope your children shall be kings, When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, Enter MACBETH, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus. Promis'd no less to them?

The sin of my ingratitude even now Ban.

That, trusted home, Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,

Was heavy on me; Thou art so far before,

That swiftest wing of recompense is slow Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange:

To overtake thec. 'Would thou hadst less deserv'd And oftentimes to win us to our harm,

That the proportion both of thanks and payment The instruments of darkness tell us truths; Win us with honest trifles, to betray us

Ti.e. Which cleave not

8 Time and opportunity. • Pardon. • As fast as they could be counted.

1 Owned, possessed.

6 Incitement.

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