PERSONS REPRESENTED.

Donalba’n, } his Sons.

} Generals of the King's Army.

DUNCAN, King of Scotland.
MALCOLM,
MACBETH,
BANQUO
MACDUFF,
LENOx,
Rosse,
MENTETH,

Noblemen of Scotland.
Angus,
CATHNESS,
FLEANCE, Son to Banquo.
SEYWARD, Earl of Northumberland, General of the

English Forces.
Young SEYWARD, his Son.
Seyton, un Officer attending on Macbeth.
Son to Macduff.
An English Doctor. A Scotch Doctor.
A Soldier. A Porter. An old Man.

LADY MACBETH.
LADY MACDUFF.
Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth.
Hecate, and three Witches.
Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers,

Attendants, and Messengers.
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.

SCENE I. An open Pluce.
Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches.

1 Witch.
HEN shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain ?

2 Witch. When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won.

3 Witch. That will be ere the set of sun. 1 Witch. Where the place ? 2 Witch.

Upon the heath. 3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth. 1 Witch. I come, Graymalkin! 2 Witch.

Paddock calls. 3 Witch,

Anon. All. Fair is foul, and foul is fair. Hover through the fog and filthy air.

[Witches vanish. SCENE II. A Camp near Fores. Alarum within. Enter King DUNCAN, MALCOLM,

DONALBAIN, LENOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier.

Duncan,

is that? ,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
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 thy' knowledge of the broil,
As thou did'st leave it.
Sold.

Doubtful 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 villainies of nature
Do swarm upon him-from the Western Isles
Of Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied ;
And Fortune, on his damned quarrel? smiling,
Shew'd like a rebel’s whore. But all's too weak;
For brave Macbeth-well be deserves that name-
Disdaining Fortune, with bis brandish'd steel,
Which smok'd with bloody execution,
Like Valour's minion,
Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave;

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Which never 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 reflection Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break; So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,