Fleance, Son to Banquo. Siward, Earl of Northumberland, General of the English forces: Young Siward, his Son, Seyton, an Officer attending on Macbeth. An English Doctor. A Scotch Doctor. A Soldier. A Porter. An old Man. Lady Macbeth. Lady Macduff. Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth. 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 Eng. land; through the rest of the play, in Scot land; and, chiefly, at Macbeth's castle. MACBETH. ACT I. SCENE I. An open place. - Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches. 1. Witch. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? 2. Witch. When the hurly-burly's done, d When the battle's lost and won: 3. Witch. 1. Witch. That will be ere the set of sun. 2. Witch. Upon the heath: 3. Witch. There to meet with Macbeth. 1. Witch. I come, Gray-malkin! All. Paddock calls: Anon. 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. Dun. What bloody man is that? He can re port, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state. Mal. This is the serjeant, Who like a good and hardy soldier fought Sol. Doubtful it stood: As two spent swimmers, that do cling together, And choke their art. The merciless Macdon wald (Worthy to be a rebel: for, to that, Do swarm upon him,) from the western isles For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that name,) Like valour's minion, carved out his passage, Till he fac'd the slave: Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Till he unseam'd him from the naye to the chops, And fix'd his head upon our battlements. come, Discomfort swells." mark: Mark, king of Scotland, 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? Yes; As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion. Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe: I cannot tell: But I am faint, my gashes cry for help. Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds; get They smack of honour both : Go, him sur[Exit Soldier, attended.] geons, Enter Rosse and ANGUS. Who comes here? Mal. The worthy thane of Rosse. Len. What a haste looks through his eyes? That seems to speak things strange. Rosse. God save the king! Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane? Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky, Norway himself, with terrible numbers, The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict: 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 3 Sweno, the Norway's king, craves composition; Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall greet Macbeth. Rosse. I'll see it done. Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath [Exeunt.] |