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The Tragedy of Macbeth ACT ISCENE I. A desert place.Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches First Witch When shall we three meet againIn thunder, lightning, or in rain?Second Witch When the hurlyburlys done,When the battles lost and won.Third Witch That will be ere the set of sun.First Witch Where the place?Second Witch Upon the heath.Third Witch There to meet with Macbeth.First Witch I come, Graymalkin!Second Witch Paddock calls.Third Witch Anon.ALL Fair is foul, and foul is fair:Hover through the fog and filthy air.ExeuntSCENE II. A camp near Forres.Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant DUNCAN What bloody man is that? He can report,As seemeth by his plight, of the revoltThe newest state.MALCOLM This is the sergeantWho like a good and hardy soldier foughtGainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!Say to the king the knowledge of the broilAs thou didst leave it.Sergeant Doubtful it stood;As two spent swimmers, that do cling togetherAnd choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald-Worthy to be a rebel, for to thatThe multiplying villanies of natureDo swarm upon him-from the western islesOf kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,Showd like a rebels whore: but alls too weak:For brave Macbeth-well he deserves that name-Disdaining fortune, with his brandishd steel,Which smoked with bloody execution,Like valours minion carved out his passageTill he faced the slave;Which neer shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,Till he unseamd him from the nave to the chaps,And fixd his head upon our battlements.DUNCAN O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!Sergeant As whence the sun gins his reflectionShipwrecking storms and direful thunders break,So from that spring whence comfort seemd to comeDiscomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:No sooner justice had with valour armdCompelld these skipping kerns to trust their heels,But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage,With furbishd arms and new supplies of menBegan a fresh assault.DUNCAN Dismayd not thisOur captains, Macbeth and Banquo?Sergeant Yes;As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.If I say sooth, I must report they wereAs cannons overcharged with double cracks, so theyDoubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,Or memorise another Golgotha,I cannot tell.But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.DUNCAN So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons.Exit Sergeant, attendedWho comes here?Enter ROSSMALCOLM The worthy thane of Ross.LENNOX What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he lookThat seems to speak things strange.ROSS God save the king!DUNCAN Whence camest thou, worthy thane?ROSS From Fife, great king;Where the Norweyan banners flout the skyAnd fan our people cold. Norway himself,With terrible numbers,Assisted by that most disloyal traitorThe thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict;Till that Bellonas bridegroom, lappd 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.DUNCAN Great happiness!ROSS That nowSweno, the Norways king, craves composition:Nor would we deign him burial of his menTill he disbursed at Saint Colmes inchTen thousand dollars to our general use.DUNCAN No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceiveOur bosom interest: go pronounce his present death,And with his former title greet Macbeth.ROSS Ill see it done.DUNCAN What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won.ExeuntSCENE III. A heath near Forres.Thunder. Enter the three Witches First Witch Where hast thou been, sister?Second Witch Killing swine.Third Witch Sister, where thou?First Witch A sailors wife had chestnuts in her lap,And munchd, and munchd, and munchd:-Give me, quoth I:Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries.Her husbands to Aleppo gone, master o the Tiger:But in a sieve Ill thither sail,And, like a rat without a tail,Ill do, Ill do, and Ill do.Second Witch Ill give thee a wind.First Witch Thourt kind.Third Witch And I another.First Witch I myself have all the other,And the very ports they blow,All the quarters that they knowI the shipmans card.I will drain him dry as hay:Sleep shall neither night nor dayHang upon his pent-house lid;He shall live a man forbid:Weary sennights nine times nineShall he dwindle, peak and pine:Though his bark cannot be lost,Yet it shall be tempest-tost.Look what I have.Second Witch Show me, show me.First Witch Here I have a pilots thumb,Wreckd as homeward he did come.Drum withinThird Witch A drum, a drum!Macbeth doth come.ALL The weird sisters, hand in hand,Posters of the sea and land,Thus do go about, about:Thrice to thine and thrice to mineAnd thrice again, to make up nine.Peace! the charms wound up.Enter MACBETH and BANQUOMACBETH So foul and fair a day I have not seen.BANQUO How far ist calld to Forres? What are theseSo witherd and so wild in their attire,That look not like the inhabitants o the earth,And yet are ont? Live you? or are you aughtThat man may question? You seem to understand me,By each at once her chappy finger layingUpon her skinny lips: you should be women,And yet your beards forbid me to interpretThat you are so.MACBETH Speak, if you can: what are you?First Witch All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!Second Witch All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!Third Witch All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!BANQUO Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fearThings that do sound so fair? I the name of truth,Are ye fantastical, or that indeedWhich outwardly ye show? My noble partnerYou greet with present grace and great predictionOf noble having and of royal hope,That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not.If you can look into the seeds of time,And say which grain will grow and which will not,Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fearYour favours nor your hate.First Witch Hail!Second Witch Hail!Third Witch Hail!First Witch Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.Second Witch Not so happy, yet much happier.Third Witch Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!First Witch Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!MACBETH Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:By Sinels death I know I am thane of Glamis;But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives,A prosperous gentleman; and to be kingStands not within the prospect of belief,No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whenceYou owe this strange intelligence? or whyUpon this blasted heath you stop our wayWith such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you.Witches vanishBANQUO The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,And these are of them. Whither are they vanishd?MACBETH Into the air; and what seemd corporal meltedAs breath into the wind. Would they had stayd!BANQUO Were such things here as we do speak about?Or have we eaten on the insane rootThat takes the reason prisoner?MACBETH Your children shall be kings.BANQUO You shall be king.MACBETH And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?BANQUO To the selfsame tune and words. Whos here?Enter ROSS and ANGUSROSS The king hath happily received, Macbeth,The news of thy success; and when he readsThy personal venture in the rebels fight,His wonders and his praises do contendWhich should be thine or his: silenced with that,In viewing oer the rest o the selfsame day,He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,Strange images of death. As thick as hailCame post with post; and every one did bearThy praises in his kingdoms great defence,And pourd them down before him.ANGUS We are sentTo give thee from our royal master thanks;Only to herald thee into his sight,Not pay thee.ROSS And, for an earnest of a greater honour,He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!For it is thine.BANQUO What, can the devil speak true?MACBETH The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress meIn borrowd robes?ANGUS Who was the thane lives yet;But under heavy judgment bears that lifeWhich he deserves to lose. Whether he was combinedWith those of Norway, or did line the rebelWith hidden help and vantage, or that with bothHe labourd in his countrys wreck, I know not;But treasons capital, confessd and proved,Have overthrown him.MACBETH Aside Glamis, and thane of Cawdor!The greatest is behind.To ROSS and ANGUSThanks for your pains.To BANQUODo you not hope your children shall be kings,When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to mePromised no less to them?BANQUO That trusted homeMight yet enkindle 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 betraysIn deepest consequence.Cousins, a word, I pray you.MACBETH Aside Two truths are told,As happy prologues to the swelling actOf the imperial theme.-I thank you, gentlemen.AsideCannot be ill, cannot be good: if ill,Why hath it given me earnest of success,Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor:If good, why do I yield to that suggestionWhose horrid image doth unfix my hairAnd make my seated heart knock at my ribs,Against the use of nature? Present fearsAre less than horrible imaginings:My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of man that functionIs smotherd in surmise, and nothing isBut what is not.BANQUO Look, how our partners rapt.MACBETH Aside If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,Without my stir.BANQUO New horrors come upon him,Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mouldBut with the aid of use.MACBETH Aside Come what come may,Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.BANQUO Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.MACBETH Give me your favour: my dull brain was wroughtWith things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your painsAre registerd where every day I turnThe leaf to read them. Let us toward the king.Think upon what hath chanced, and, at more time,The interim having weighd it, let us speakOur free hearts each to other.BANQUO Very gladly.MACBETH Till then, enough. Come, friends.ExeuntSCENE IV. Forres. The palace.Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, and Attendants DUNCAN Is execution done on Cawdor? Are notThose in commission yet returnd?MALCOLM My liege,They are not yet come back. But I have spokeWith one that saw him die: who did reportThat very frankly he confessd his treasons,Implored your highness pardon and set forthA deep repentance: nothing in his lifeBecame him like the leaving it; he diedAs one that had been studied in his deathTo throw away the dearest thing he owed,As twere a careless trifle.DUNCAN Theres no artTo find the minds construction in the face:He was a gentleman on whom I builtAn absolute trust.Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSS, and ANGUSO worthiest cousin!The sin of my ingratitude even nowWas heavy on me: thou art so far beforeThat swiftest wing of recompense is slowTo overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved,That the proportion both of thanks and paymentMight have been mine! only I have left to say,More is thy due than more than all can pay.MACBETH The service and the loyalty I owe,In doing it, pays itself. Your highness partIs to receive our duties; and our dutiesAre to your throne and state children and servants,Which do but what they should, by doing every thingSafe toward your love and honour.DUNCAN Welcome hither:I have begun to plant thee, and will labourTo make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,That hast no less deserved, nor must be knownNo less to have done so, let me enfold theeAnd hold thee to my heart.BANQUO There if I grow,The harvest is your own.DUNCAN My plenteous joys,Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselvesIn drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes,And you whose places are the nearest, knowWe will establish our estate uponOur eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafterThe Prince of Cumberland; which honour mustNot unaccompanied invest him only,But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shineOn all deservers. From hence to Inverness,And bind us further to you.MACBETH The rest is labour, which is not used for you:Ill be myself the harbinger and make joyfulThe hearing of my wife with your approach;So humbly take my leave.DUNCAN My worthy Cawdor!MACBETH Aside The Prince of Cumberland! that is a stepOn which I must fall down, or else oerleap,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.ExitDUNCAN True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant,And in his commendations I am fed;It is a banquet to me. Lets after him,Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:It is a peerless kinsman.Flourish. ExeuntSCENE V. Inverness. Macbeths castle.Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter LADY MACBETH They met me in the day of success: and I havelearned by the perfectest report, they have more inthem than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desireto question them further, they made themselves air,into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt inthe wonder of it, came missives from the king, whoall-hailed me Thane of Cawdor; by which title,before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referredme to the coming on of time, with Hail, king thatshalt be! This have I thought good to deliverthee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thoumightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by beingignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay itto thy heart, and farewell.Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt beWhat thou art promised: yet do I fear thy nature;It is too full o the milk of human kindnessTo catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great;Art not without ambition, but withoutThe illness should atte