Ege. If I dream not, thou art Emilia; 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 right;" 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. 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 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 Arst scene of this play. Abb. Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pain 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, GEON, Courtezan, Merchant, ANGELO, and Attendanta Dro. S. Master, shall I fetch your stuff from ship-board? Ant. E. Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou Dro. S. Your goods that iv & lost sir, in the Ant. S. He speaks to me; I am your master, Come, go with us: we'll look to that ar on: Dro. S. There is a fat friend at your master' That kitchen'd me for you to-day at dinner; Dro. E. Methinks you are my glass, and not my I see by you, I am a sweet-faced youth. Dr. S. Not I, sir; you are my elder. Dro. E. Nay, then thus: We came into the world, like brother and brother And now let's go hand in hand, not ze befint [ELO another 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. '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, 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 Carv'd out his passage, till he faced the slave, Dun. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection. So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to com Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: No sooner justice had, with valor arm'd i. e. Supplied with light and heavy armed troops That seems to speak things strange. Rosse. Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky, Norway himself, with terrible numbers, The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict: Dun. Great happiness! Rosse. That now Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; Nor would we deign him burial of his men, Till he disbursed, at St. Colmes' inch, Ten thousand dollars to our general use. Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest :-Go, pronounce his death, And with his former title greet Macbeth. Rosse. I'll see it done. Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. [Exeunt. SCENE M.-A Heath. 1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? 2 Witch. Killing swine. 3 Witch. Sister, where thou? 1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd: Give me, quoth I: Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon' cries. 3 Witch. A drum, a drum; Macbeth doth come. [Drum within All. The weird sisters,' hand in hand, Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, Enter MACBETH and BANQUO. So wither'd, and so wild in their attire; By each at once her choppy finger laying Mach. 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 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! • Compass. • Accursed. Supernatural, spiritual. 1 Prophetie sisters. Estate. • Abstracted 1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail! Mach. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis: But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman; and, to be king, Stands not within the prospect of belief, No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence You owe this strange intelligence? or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting?-Speak, I charge [Witches vanish. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them :-Whither are they vanish'd? Macb. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal, melted you. As breath into the wind.-'Would they had staid! Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak about? Or have we eaten of the insane root, Macb. Your children shall be kings. You shall be king. Enter Rosse and ANGUS. fosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, The news of thy success: and when he reads Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, His wonders and his praises do contend, Which should be thine, or his: Silenced with that, In viewing o'er the rest o' the self-same day, He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, Strange images of death. As thick as tale,' Came post with post; and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, And pour'd them down before him. 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 honor, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor: In which addition, hail, most worthy thane! For it is thine. As happy prologues to the swelling act Cannot be ill; cannot be good:-If ill, New honors come upon him Like our strange garments, cleave' not to then mould, But with the aid of use. wrought With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the king.- [Exeunt They are not yet come back. But I have spoke Dun. Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSSE, and ANGUS, Might have been mine! only I have left to say, More is thy due than more than all can pay. Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part Is to receive our duties: and our duties Are to your throne and state, children, and servants; Which do but what they should, by doing every thing, Safe toward your love and honor. Dun. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labor 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. There if I grow, The harvest is your own. Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, Macb. The rest is labor, which is not used for you: Dun. My worthy Cawdor! Macb. The prince of Cumberland!-That is a step, [Aside. On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap, It is a banquet to me. Let us after him, 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 The illness should attend it. What thou woulds 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. Attend. So please you, it is true; our thane is coming: One of my fellows had the speed of him; Lady M. Give him tending He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse My dearest love, Duncan comes here to night. O, never Shall sun that morrow see! But be the serpent under it. He that's coming • Diadem. Deadly, murderous. Wrap as in a mantle. • Supernatura Pity. |