Brutus. Farewell, good Strato.-[He runs on his sword.] Caesar, now be still;

I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.

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[Dies.

Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and Army.

Octavius. What man is that?

Messala. My master's man. Strato, where is thy master? Strato. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala ; The conquerors can but make a fire of him;

For Brutus only overcame himself,

And no man else hath honour by his death.

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Lucilius. So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus,

That thou hast prov'd Lucilius' saying true.

Octavius. All that serv'd Brutus, I will entertain them. 60 Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?

Strato. Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.

Octavius. Do so, good Messala.

Messala. How died my master, Strato?

Strato. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Messala. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master.

Antony. This was the noblest Roman of them all;
All the conspirators save only he

Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
He only, in a general honest thought

And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle, and the elements

So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up

And say to all the world, 'This was a man!'
Octavius. According to his virtue let us use him,
With all respect and rites of burial.

Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.
So, call the field to rest; and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day.

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LADY MACDuff.

FLEANCE, Son to Banquo.
SIWARD, Earl of Northumberland,
General of the English Forces.
YOUNG SIWARD, his Son.

SEYTON, an Officer attending
Macbeth.

Gentlewoman attending on Lady
Macbeth.

HECATE and Three Witches.
Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Sol-
diers, Murderers, Attendants,
and Messengers. The Ghost of
Banquo, and other Appari-
tions.

SCENE.-Scotland; England.

ACT I.

SCENE I.-A desert Heath.

Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches.
First Witch. When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

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

Third Witch. That will be ere the set of sun.
First Witch. Where the place?

Second Witch.

Third Witch.

Upon the heath.

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.

SCENE II.-A Camp near Forres.

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Alarum within. Enter KING DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant.

Duncan. What bloody man is that?

As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt

He can report,

This is the sergeant

The newest state.
Malcolm.
Who, like a good and hardy soldier fought
'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil
As thou didst leave it.

Sergeant.

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

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The multiplying villanies of nature

Do swarm upon him-from the western isles

Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;

And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,

Show'd like a rebel's jade; but all 's too weak ;

For brave Macbeth,-well he deserves that name,—
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
Which smok'd with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion carv'd 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 nave to the chaps,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

Duncan. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
Sergeant. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection
Shipwracking storms and direful thunders break,
So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come
Discomfort swells. Mark, King of Scotland, mark :
No sooner justice had with valour arm'd

Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels,
But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage,
With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men
Began a fresh assault.

Duncan.

Dismay'd not this Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo ? Sergeant.

Yes;

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As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks;
So they

Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:

Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,

I cannot tell

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They smack of honour both. Go,

But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.

Duncan. So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;

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[Exit Sergeant, attended.

get him

surgeons.

Enter Ross.

Who comes here?

Malcolm.

Lennox. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should

he look

That seems to speak things strange.

Ross.

The worthy Thane of Ross.

Duncan.

Ross.

God save the king!
Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane?
From Fife, great king;

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Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky
And fan our people cold. Norway himself,
With terrible numbers,

Assisted by that most disloyal traitor,

The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict;
Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd 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.

Ross. That now

Great happiness!

Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition;
Nor would we deign him burial of his men

Till he disbursed, at Saint Colme's Inch,

Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

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Duncan. No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive 65 Our bosom interest. Go pronounce his present death,

And with his former title greet Macbeth.

Ross. I'll see it done.

Duncan.

What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won.

[Exeunt.

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,

'Give me,'

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And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd:

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,

And, like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

First Witch. I myself have all the other;

And the very ports they blow,

All the quarters that they know

First Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb,

Wrack'd as homeward he did come.

Macbeth doth come.

Third Witch. A drum! a drum!

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.

[Drum within.

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Macbeth. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Banquo. How far is't call'd to Forres?

So wither'd and so wild in their attire,

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What are these,

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That look not like th' inhabitants o' the earth,

And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught

That man may question? You seem to understand me,
By each at once her choppy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips: you should be women,

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