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To this dead man than you shall see me pay.
SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field. Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both Armies; then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and Others. Bru. Yet, countrymen, O! yet hold up your heads.
Cato. What bastard doth not? Who will go with me?
I will proclaim my name about the field:
A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;
Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus.
Lucil. O young and noble Cato! art thou down?
Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee!
Vol. What says my lord?
Why, this, Volumnius:
Not so, my lord.
Bru. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; Our enemies have beat us to the pit:
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, 10 Thou know'st that we two went to school together;
Why, now thon diest as bravely as Titinius,
Even for that our love of old, I prithee,
Cli. Fly, fly, my lord! there is no tarrying here.
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
First Sold. I'll tell the news. Here comes Farewell to thee too, Strato. Countrymen,
My heart doth joy that yet in all my life
I found no man but he was true to me.
I shall have glory by this losing day,
Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would
That have but labour'd to attain this hour.
Hence! I will follow.
I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord.
Stra. Give me your hand first: fare you well, my lord.
Bru. Farewell, good Strato. Cæsar, now be still:
I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.
Mes. My master's man. Strato, where is thy
Stra. Free from the bondage you are in,
The conquerors can but make a fire of him ;
That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true.
Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
Mes. How died my master, Strato?
Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it.
Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master.
Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators save only he
Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar;
SCENE III.-A Heath.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
First Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? Second Witch. Killing swine.
Third Witch. Sister, where thou?
First Witch. A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,
And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd: 'Give me,' quoth I:
'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger:
But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
Second Witch. I'll give thee a wind.
Third Witch. And I another.
First Witch. I myself have all the other;
I will drain him dry as hay:
Second Witch. Show me, show me.
Third Witch. A drum! a drum!
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
By Sinel's death I know I am Thane of Glamis;
Macb. Into the air, and what seem'd corporal melted
As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd! Ban. Were such things here as we do speak about?
In borrow'd robes ?
Who was the thane lives yet;
With those of Norway, or did line the rebel
Macb. Aside. Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor:
To BANQUO. Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to
Promis'd no less to them?
Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentlemen. Aside. This supernatural soliciting Cannot 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 suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings; My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man that function Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is Ban. To the self-same tune and words. Who's But what is not. here? Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt. Macb. Aside. If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,
Or have we eaten on the insane root
Macb. Your children shall be kings.
You shall be king. Macb. And Thane of Cawdor too; went it not so?
Enter Ross and ANGUS.
Without my stir.
New honours come upon him, Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould
Ross. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth,
In viewing o'er the rest o' the self-same day,
SCENE IV.-Forres. A Room in the Palace.
Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONAL-
Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
To find the mind's construction in the face:
Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, Ross, and ANGUS.
The sin of my ingratitude even now
That the proportion both of thanks and
Enter Lady MACBETH, reading a letter.
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 them selves air, into which they vanished. Whiles 1 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 greatlessness, 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;
Might have been mine! only I have left to say,
Which do but what they should, by doing every
Safe toward your love and honour.