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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.

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 To go with us into the abbey here, [pains And hear at large discoursed all our for

tunes:

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, COURTE-
ZAN, MERCHANT, ANGELO, and Atten-
dants.

Dro. S. Master, shall I fetch your stuff from shipboard?

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, Dromio:

Come, go with us: we'll look to that anon: Embrace thy brother there, rejoice with him. [Exeunt ANTIPHOLUS S. and E. ADR.

and Luc.

Dro. S. There is a fat friend at your master's house,

That kitchen'd me for you to-day at dinner;
She now shall be my sister, not my wife.
Dro. E. Methinks, you are my glass, and not
my brother:

I see by you, I am a sweet-faced youth.
Will you walk in to see their gossipping?
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.

[ther:

Dro. E. Nay, then thus: We came into the world, like brother and broAnd now let's go hand in hand, not one before another. [Exeunt.

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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 reAs seemeth by his plight, of the revolt [port, The newest state.

Mal. This is the sergeant, Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought 'Gainst my captivity :-Hail, brave friend! Say to the king the knowledge of the broil, As thou didst leave it.

Sold. Doubtfully it stood;

[wald

As two spent swimmers, that do cling together,
And choke their art. The merciless Macdon-
(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 ;+
And fortune, on his damned quarrel‡ smiling,

* Tumult.

+1 c. Supplied with light and heavy armed troops. + Cause.

Show'd like a rebel's whore: But all's too weak:

[name,) Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that Which smok'd with bloody execution, Like valour's minion,

Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave; And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to [chaps, Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

him,

Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break; [come, So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to 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.

Dun. Dismay'd not this

Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
Sold. Yes;

As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion.
If I say sooth,t 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,+
I cannot tell :-

But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.
Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy
wounds;

The opposite to comfort. + Truth. Make another Golgotha as memorable as the first,

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Mal. 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.

Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict:
Till that Bellona's bridegroom,+ lapp'd in proof,;
Confronted him with self-comparisons,
Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm,
Curbing his lavish spirit: And, to conclude,
The victory fell on us;-

Dun. Great happiness! Rosse. That now

[tion;

Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composi-
Nor would we deign him burial of his men,
Till he disbursed, at Saint 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.

won.

Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath [Exeunt. SCENE III.—A Heath.—Thunder.-Enter the three WITCHES.

1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? 2 Witch. Killing swine.

3 Witch. Sister, where thou?

J Witch. A Sailor's wife had chesnuts in

her lap,

And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd:Give me, quoth I:

[cries.

Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon|| Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the

Tiger:

But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
And, like a rat without a tail,

I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

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' the shipman's card.¶ I will drain him dry as hay: Sleep shall, neither night nor day, Hang upon his pent-house lid; He shall live a man forbid :** Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine, Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine: Though his bark cannot be lost, Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd. Look what I have.

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, a drum;

Macbeth doth come.

* Mock.

[Drum within.

+Shakspeare means Mars.

1 Defended by armour of proof. Avaunt, begone. Sailor's chart.

A scurvy woman fed on offals.

** Accursed.

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.

Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores?-What are these,

So wither'd, and so wild in their attire;
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught
That man may question? You seem to under-
stand me,

By each at once her choppy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips: You should be women,
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so.

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

[truth, Things that do sound so fair?—I'the name of Are ye fantastical† or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great pre

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Bun. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's here?

Enter ROSSE and ANGUS.

Rosse. 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: Silenc'd 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 honour,

[dor: He bade me, from him, call thee thane of CawIn which addition, hail, most worthy thane! For it is thine.

Ban. What, can the devil speak true?

Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt. Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,

Without my stir.

Ban. New honours come upon him Like our strange garments; cleave not to their But with the aid of use. [mould, [day.

Macb. Come what come may; Time and the hour* runs through the roughest Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.

Macb. Give me your favour:+-my dull brain was wrought [pains With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your Are register'd where every day I turn The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the king.[time, Think upon what hath chanc'd: and, at more The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak Our free hearts each to other.

Ban. Very gladly.

Macb. Till then, enough.--Come, friends. [Exeunt.

Flourish.

SCENE IV.-Fores.-A Room in the Palace.
Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONAL-
BAIN, LENOX, and ATTENDANTS.
Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are
Those in commission yet return'd? [not
Mal. My liege,

Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives; Why do They are not yet come back. But I have spoke

you dress me

In borrow'd robes?

Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet; But under heavy judgement bears that life Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was Combin'd with Norway; or did line the rebel With hidden help and vantage; or that with both

He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not; But treasons capital, confess'd, and prov'd, Have overthrown him.

Macb. Glamis, the thane of Cawdor: The greatest is behind.-Thanks for your pains.

Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to
Promis'd no less to them?
[me,

Ban. That, trusted home,
Might yet enkindlet you unto the crown,
Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange:
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths;
Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.-
Cousins, a word, I pray you.

Macb. Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentle-
This supernatural soliciting
[men.-

Cannot be ill; cannot be good:-If ill,
Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Caw-

dor:

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With one that saw him die: who did report,
That very frankly he confess'd his treasons;
Implor'd your highness' pardon; and set forth
A deep repentance: nothing in his life
As one that had been studied in his death,
Became him, like the leaving it; he died
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,

As 'twere a careless trifle.

Dun. There's no art,

To find the mind's construction in the face:
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust.-O worthiest cousin!
Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSSE, and ANGUS.
The sin of my ingratitude even now
Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before,
That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less de-
That the proportion both of thanks and pay-
serv'd;
[ment
Might have been mine! only I have left to say,
More is thy due than more than all can pay.

Macb. The services 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
Which do but what they should, by doing every
[thing

Safe toward your love and honour.
Dun. Welcome hither:

I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
Tomake 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.

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,

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We will establish our estate upon
[ter,
Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereaf-
The prince of Cumberland: which honour must
Not, unaccompanied, invest him only,
But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
On all deservers.-From hence to Inverness,
And bind us further to you.

Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd
for you:

I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful The hearing of my wife with your approach; So, humbly take my leave.

Dun. My worthy Cawdor!

Macb. The prince of Cumberland! That is
a step,

On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap,
[Aside.
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 va-
And in his commendations I am fed; [liant;*
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.

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promis'd:-Yet do I fear thy nature;

It is too full o'the milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way: Thou would'st be Art not without ambition; but without [great; The illness should attend it. What thou would'st highly, [false, That would'st thou holily; would'st not play And yet would'st wrongly win: thou'd'st have, great Glamis, [have it; That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou And that which rather thou dost fear to do, Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round,§ Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.What is your tidings?

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One of my fellows had the speed of him;
Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely
Than would make up his message. [more
Lady M. Give him tending,
He brings great news. The raven himself is
hoarse,
[Exit ATTENDANT.
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, come, you
spirits

That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here;
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,"
Stop up the access and passage to remorse ;†
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect, and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring
ministers,

Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick
night,

And pall; thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; [dark, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the To cry, Hold, Hold!-Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!

Enter MАСВЕТН.

Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!
Thy letters have transported me beyond
This ignorant present, and I feel now
The future in the instant.

Duncan comes here to-night.
Macb. My dearest love,

Lady M. And when goes hence?
Macb. To-morrow,-as he purposes.
Lady M. O, never

Shall sun that morrow see!
Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men
May read strange matters:-To beguile the
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
time,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the inno-
cent flower,

But be the serpent under it. He that's coming
Must be provided for: and you shall put
This night's great business into my despatch;
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom,
Macb. We will speak further.
Lady M. Only look up clear;
To alter favour ever is to fear:
Leave all the rest to me.

[Exeunt.

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Wrap as in a mantle. Knife anciently meant a sword or dagger. I. e. Beyond the present time, which is according to the process of nature ignorant of the future. Look, countenauce. ** Convenient corner.

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