Ege. If I dream not, thou art Æmilia; If thou art she, tell me where is that son That floated with thee on the fatal raft? Abb. By men of Epidamnum, he and I, And the twin Dromio, all were taken up; But, by and by, rude fishermen of Corinth By force took Dromio and my son from them, And me they left with those of Epidamnum: What then became of them I cannot tell; I, to this fortune that you see me in. Duke. Why, here begins his morning story right3; These two Antipholus's, these two so like, And these two Dromios, one in semblance, Besides her urging of her wreck at sea, These are the parents to these children, Which accidentally are met together. Antipholus, thou cam'st from Corinth first. Ant. S. No, sir, not I; I came from Syracuse. Duke. Stay, stand apart; I know not which is which. Ant. E. I came from Corinth, my most gracious lord. Dro. E. And I with him. Ant. E. Brought to this town with that most famous warrior Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle. Ant. S. And so do I, yet did she call me so; Ang. That is the chain, sir, which you had of me. Ant. S. This purse of ducats I received from you, And Dromio my man did bring them me : I see, we still did meet each other's man, And I was ta'en for him, and he for me, And thereupon these Errors are arose. Ant. E. These ducats pawn I for my father here. The morning story is what Egeon tells the Duke in the first scene of this play. 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 pains To go with us into the abbey here, And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes: 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; After so long grief, such nativity. Duke. With all my heart, I'll gossip at this feast. [Exeunt Duke, Abbess, ÆGEON, Courtezan, Merchant, ANGELO, and Attendants. Dro. S. Master, shall I fetch your stuff from ship-board? 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, Come, go with us: we'll look to that anon: [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; Dro. E. Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you, I am a sweet-faced youth. Dro. S. Not I, sir; you are my elder. Dro. E. That's a question: how shall we try it? 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 brother: And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another. [Exeunt. 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 Soldier. A Porter. LADY MACBЕТН. LADY MACDuff. A Scotch Doctor. An old Man. Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth. Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, The Ghost of Banquo, and several 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. ACT I. Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought Sold. The multiplying villanies of nature Do swarm upon him,) from the western isles Like valour's minion, Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave; And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, 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! Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflexion, Dun. What bloody man is that? He can revort, Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break; As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt 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, 2 i. e. Supplied with light and heavy armed troops, Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? 2 Witch. Killing swine. 3 Witch. Sister, where thou? 1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd : Give me, quoth I: Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon7 cries. 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 will drain him dry as hay: 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, drum; Macbeth doth come. [Drum within. 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. So wither'd, and so wild in their attire ; me, 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 to fear Things that do sound so fair?—I'the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner And say, which grain will grow, and which will not; 1 Witch. Hail! 2 Witch. Hail! 3 Witch. Hail! 1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. 3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo! 8 Compass. 9 Accursed. 2 Supernatural, spiritual. 3 Estate. Prophetic sisters. 4 Abstracted. 1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail! No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence As breath into the wind. 'Would they had staid! Or have we eaten of the insane root, Macb. Your children shall be kings. Ban. here? Enter Rosse and ANGUS. Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, Came post with post; and every one did bear We are sent, Ang. Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, Ban. What, can the devil speak true? Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives: Why do you dress me In deepest consequence. Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Cannot be ill; cannot be good: — If ill, Look, how our partner's rapt. Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir. Come what come may; was wrought With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king. — Ban. [Exeunt. Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Those in commission yet return'd? My liege, Mal. In borrow'd robes? Macb. Ban. That, trusted home, Win us with honest trifles, to betray us As fast as they could be counted. A deep repentance: nothing in his life Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSSE, and ANGUS. To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less deserv'd: Might have been mine! only I have left to say, Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labour To make thee full of growing. - Noble Banquo, That hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known No less to have done so, let me infold thee, And hold thee to my heart. Ban. The harvest is your own. There if I grow, 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 My worthy Cawdor! Macb. The prince of Cumberland! That is a step, [Aside. On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap, For in my way it lies. Stars hide your fires! Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. [Exit. Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant ; And in his commendations I am fed ; It is a banquet to me. Let us after him, Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome : It is a peerless kinsman. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE V.-Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's Castle. 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. The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; Attend. The king comes here to-night. Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so, Attend. So please you, it is true; our thane is coming : One of my fellows had the speed of him; Give him tending, Lady M. He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse, [Exit Attendant. That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan 8 You wait on nature's mischief: Come, thick night, Shall sun that morrow see! 3 Messengers. 8 Wrap as in a mantle. |