Ang. That is the chain, Sir, which you had of me. Ant. S. I think it be, Sir; 1 deny it not. Ant. E. And you, Sir, for this chain arrested me. Ang. I think I did, Sir; I deny it not. Adr. I sent you money, Sir, to be your bail, By Dromio; but I think he brought it not. Dro. E. No, none by me. Ant. S. This purse of ducats I receiv'd from you, And Dromio my man did bring them me : 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 1 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; [Exeunt DUKE, ABBESS, ÆGEON, COURTE- 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; I see by you, I am a sweet-faced youth. 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. 3 Witch. That will be ere set of sun. 1 Witch. Where the place? 2 Witch. Upon the heath: 3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth. Fair is foul, and foul is fair: 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. 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? As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion. Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe: But I am faint, my gashes cry for help. Mal. The worthy thane of Rosse. That seems to speak things strange. Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane? Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky, Norway himself, with terrible numbers, Dun. Great happiness! [tion; Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composi- Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest:-Go, pronounce his death, 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, 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. ! Defended by armour of proof. 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 ; 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 [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 diction Of noble having, and of royal hope, [not: Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, 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! 1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail! Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: Avaunt, begone. ↑ Estate. A scurvy woman fed on offals. Sailor's chart. ** Accursed. The root which makes insane. 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 In viewing o'er the rest o'the self-same day, 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 ho nour, [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, Mucb. Come what come may; [day. Time and the hour* runs through the roughest Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. SCENE IV.-Fores.-A Room in the Palace. [not 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? 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 [me, Promis'd no less to them? 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, Cannot be ill; cannot be good:-If ill, dor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion|| With one that saw him die: who did report, As 'twere a careless trifle. Dun. There's no art, To find the mind's construction in the face: Macb. The services and the loyalty I owe, 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, We will establish our estate upon Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd 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 On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap, SCENE V.-Inverness.-A Room in 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 missivest 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, tidings? One of my fellows had the speed of him; That tend on mortal* thoughts, unsex me here; And pall; thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! Enter MACBeth. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Duncan comes here to-night. Lady M. And when goes hence? Shall sun that morrow see! Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the inno cent flower, But be the serpent under it. He that's coming [Exeunt. |