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Mer. Besides, I will be sworn, these ears of mire Ant. E. I never saw my father in my life. Heard you confess, you had the chain of him, Æge. But seven years since, in Syracusa, boy, After you first forswore it on the mart,

Thou know'st, we parted: but, perhaps, my son, And, thereupon I drew my sword on you ;

Thou sham’st to acknowledge me in misery. And then you fled into this abbey here,

Ant. E. The duke, and all that know me in the From whence, I think, you are come by miracle.

Ant. E. I never came within these abbey walls, Can witness with me that it is not so;
Nor ever didst thou draw thy sword on me; I ne'er saw Syracusa in my life.
I never saw the chain, so help me heaven !

Duke. I tell thee, Syracusan, twenty year:
And this is false, you burden me withal.

Have I been patron to Antipholus,
Duke. What an intricate impeach is this ! During which time he ne'er saw Syracusa :
I think, you all have drank of Circe's cup.

I see, thy age and dangers make thee dote.
If here you hous’d him, here he would have been :
If he were mad, he would not plead so coldly :-

Enter the Abbess, with ANTIPHOLUS Syracusa.i,

and Dromo Syracusan. You say, he dined at home; the goldsmith here Denies that saying: - Sirrah, what say you ?

Abb. Most mighty Duke, behold a man much Dro. E. Sir, he dined with her there, at the

[AU gather to see him. Porcupine.

Adr. I see two husbands, or mine eyes deceive Cour. He did; and from my finger snatch'd that ring.

Duke. One of these men is genius to the other ; Ant. E. 'Tis true, my liege, this ring I had of And so of these : Which is the natural man, her.

And which the spirit? Who deciphers them ? Duke. Saw'st thou him enter at the abbey here? Dro. S. I, sir, am Dromio; command him away. Cour. As sure, my liege, as I do see your grace.

Dro. E. I, sir, am Dromio; pray, let me stay. Duke. Why, this is strange:

Go call the abbess Ant. S. Ægeon, art thou not ? or else his ghost ?

Dro. S. O, my old master, who hath bound him I think, you are all mated, or stark mad.

here? [Erit an Attendant. Abb. Whoever bound him, I will loose his bonds, Ege. Most mighty duke, vouchsafe me speak a And gain a husband by his liberty : word,

Speak, old Ægeon, if thou be'st the man Haply, I see a friend will save my life,

That had'st a wife once called Æmilia, And pay the sum that may deliver me.

That bore thee at a burden two fair sons : Duke. Speak freely, Syracusan, what thou wilt. O, if thou be'st the same Ægeon, speak,

Æge. Is not your name, sir, call's Antipholus ? And speak unto the same Æmilia! And is not that your bondman Dromio ?

Æge. If I dream not, thou art Æmilia; Dro. E. Within this hour, I was his bondman, If thou art she, tell me, where is that son sir,

That floated with thee on the fatal raft? **he, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords : Abb. By men of Epidamnum, he, and I, Now am I Dromio, and his man, unbound.

And the twin Dromio, all were taken up : Æge. I am sure, you both of you

remember me. But, by and by, rude fishermen of Corinth Dro. E. Ourselves we do remember, sir, by you ; By force took Dromio, and my son from them, For lately we were bound, as you are now,

And me they left with those of Epidamnum: You are not Pinch's patient, are you, sir?

What then became of them, I cannot tell ; Æge. Why look you strange on me? you know I, to this fortune that you see me in. me well.

Duke. Why, here begins his morning story right Ant. E. I never saw you in my life, till now. These two Antipholus's, these two so like, Æge. Oh! grief hath chang'd me, since

And these two Dromio's, one in semblance,
me last;

Besides her urging of her wreck at sea, —
And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand, These are the parents to these children,
Have written strange defeatures in my face : Which accidentally are met together.
But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice? Antipholus, thou cam’st from Corinth first.
Ant. E. Neither.

Ant. s. No, sir, not I; I came from Syracuse.
Dromio, nor thou ?

Duke. Stay, stand apart; I know not which i: Dro. E. No, trust me, sir, nor I.

which. Æge.

I am sure, thou dost. Ant. E. I came from Corinth, my most gracious Dro. E. Ay, 'sir ? but I am sure, I do not ; and

lord. whatsoever a man denies, you are now bound to

Dro. E. And I with him. believe him.

Ant. E. Brought to this town by that most faÆge. Not know my voice! O, time's extremity!

mous warrior Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor tongue, Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle. In seven short years, that here my only son

Adr. Which of you two did dine with me to-day? Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares ?

Ant. S. I, gentle mistress. Though now this grained face of mine be hid


And are not you my husband ? In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,

Ant. E. No, I say nay to that. And all the conduits of my blood froze up;

Ant. S. And so do I, yet did she call me sc ; Yet hath my night of life some memory,

And this fair gentlewoman, her sister here,
My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left, Did call me brother :- What I told you then,
My dull deaf ears a little use to hear :

I hope, I shall have leisure to make good ;
Af these old witnesses (I cannot err,)

If this be not a dream I see and hear. Tell me, thou art my son Antipholus.

Ang. That is the chain, sir, which you had of Tar

you saw

Ant. s. I think it be, sir; I deny it not.

Duke. With all my heart, I'll gossip at this feasi. Ant. E. And you, sir, for this chain arrested me. [Ereunt DUKE, Abbess, Ægeon, Courtezan, Ang. I think I did, sir ; I deny it not.

Merchant, Angelo, and Attendants, Adr. I sent you money, sir, to be your bail, Dro. S. Master, shall I fetch your stuff from By Dromio; but I think he brought it not.

shipboard ? Dro. E. No, none by me.

Ant. E. Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou Ant. S. This purse of ducats I receiv'd from you,

embark'd ? And Dromio my man did bring them me :

Dro. S. Your goods, that lay at host, sir, in the I see, we still did meet each other's man,

Centaur. And I was ta'en for him, and he for me,

Ant. S. He speaks to me; I am your master, And thereupon these Errors are arose.

Dromio : Ant. E. These ducats pawn I for my father here. Come, go with us; we'll look to that anon : Duke. It shall not need, thy father hath his life. Embrace thy brother there, rejoice with him. Cour. Sir, I must have that diamond from you. (Ereunt AntiPHOLUS S. and E., Adr. and Luc. Ant. E. There, take it; and much thanks for Dro. S. There is a fat friend at your master's my good cheer.

house, Abb. Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains, That kitchend me for you to-day at dinner; To go with us into the abbey here,

She now shall be my sister, not my wife. And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes : - Dro. E. Methinks, you are my glass, and not And all that are assembled in this place,

my brother : That by this sympathized one day's error

I see by you, I am a sweet-faced youth. Have suffer'd wrong, go, keep us company, Will you walk in to see their gossiping ? And we shall make full satisfaction.

Dro. S. Not I, sir; you are my elder. Twenty-five years have I but gone in travail

Dro. E. That's a question : how shall we try it? Of you, my sons; nor, till this present hour,

Dro. S. We will draw cuts for the senior : till My heavy burdens are delivered :

then, lead thou first. The duke, my husband, and my children both, Dro. E. Nay, then thus : And you the calendars of their nativity,

We came into the world like brother and brother : Go to a gossip's feast, and go with me;

And now let's go hand in hand, not one betore After so long grief, such nativity!





DUSAN, King of Scotland.

Young Siward, his son. MALCOLM,

SEYTON, an officer attending on Macbeth his sons. DONALBAIN,

Son to Macduff: MACBETH, ,

An English Doctor. A Scotch Doctor.
generals of the King's army.

A Soldier. A Porter. An old Man.


Lady MacdufF. MENTETH, noblemen of Scotland.

Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth

HECATE, and three Witches.
FLEANIK, sun to Banquo.

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers,

Attendants, and Messengers.
Siward, Earl of Northumberland, general of the
English forces.

The Ghost of Banquo, and several other Apparitivna 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 Place. Thunder and Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought

'Gainst my captivity : – Hail, brave friend!

Say to the king the knowledge of the broil,
Enter three Witches.

As thou didst leave it. 1 Witch. When shall we three meet again


Doubtfully it stood ; In thunder, lightning, or in rain ?

As two spent swimmers, that do cling together, 2 Witch. When the hurlyburly's done,

And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald When the battle's lost and won :

(Worthy to be a rebel ; for, to that, 3 Witch. That will be ere set of sun.

The multiplying villainies of nature 1 Witch. Where the place ?

Do swarm upon him,) from the western isles 2 Witch.

Upon the heath :

Of Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied ; 3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth.

And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, 1 Witch. I come, Graymalkin!

Show'd like a rebel's whore : But all's too weak : All. Paddock calls: Anon.

For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that name,) Fair is foul, and foul is fair :

Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, Ilover through the fog and filthy air.

Which smok'd with bloody execution, (Witches vanish. Like valour's minion,

Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave; SCENE II. A Camp near Fores. Alarum And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, within.

Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,

And fix'd his head upon our battlements. Enter king Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Le

Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman ! nox, with Attendants, mecting a bleeding Soldier.

Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflexion Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report, Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break; As secmeth by his plight, of the revolt

So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come, The newest state.

Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: Mal. This is the sergeant,

No sooner justice had, with valour arm’d,

Yes ;

So they

Compell’d these skipping Kernes to trust their heels: 3 Witch. And I another.
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,

1 Witch. I myself have all the citier ;
With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men, And the very ports they blow,
Began a fresh assault.

All the quarters that they know
Dismay'd not this

l'the shipman's card. Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo ?

I will drain him dry as hay : Sold.

Sleep shall, neither night nor day, As sparrows, eagles ; or the hare, the lion.

Hang upon his pent-house lid ;
If I say sooth, I must report they were

He shall live a man forbid :
As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks; Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine,

Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine :
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:

Though his bark cannot be lost, Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd. Or memorize another Golgotha,

Look what I have. I cannot tell :

2 Witch. Show me, show me. But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.

1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy Wreck'd, as homeward he did come. [Drum wilhin. wounds;

3 Witch. A drum, a drum : They smack of honour both : — Go, get him sur

Macbeth doth come.
[Exit Soldier, attended. AU. The weird sisters, hand in hand,

Posters of the sea and land,
Enter Rosse.

Thus do go about, about ;
Who comes here?

Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, Val.

The worthy thane of Rosse. And thrice again, to make up nine : Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So Peace ! — the charm's wound up. should he look,

That seems to speak things strange.

God save the king!

Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane ?

Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores?

What are Rosse. From Fife, great king,

these, Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky,

So wither’d, and so wild in their attire ; And fan our people co!d.

That look not like the inhabitants o'the earth, Norway himself, with terrible numbers,

And yet are on't? Live you ? or are you aught Assisted by that most disloyal traitor

That man may question? You seem to understand The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict :

me, Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,

By each at once her choppy finger laying Confronted him with self-comparisons,

Upon her skinny lips : You should be women, Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm,

And yet your beards forbid me to interpret Curbing his lavish spirit : And, to conclude,

That you are so. The victory fell on us;

Macb. Speak, if you can;

What are you? Dun.

Great happiness!

1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane Rosse. That now

of Glamis ! Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition ;

2 Wich. All hail, Macbeth ! hail tv thee, thane Nor would we deign him burial of his men,

of Cawdor! Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' inch,

3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

hereafter. Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall de Ban. Good sir, why do you start ; and seem to ceive

fear Our bosom interest :- Go, pronounce his death, Things that do sound so fair? -- I'the name of trutli, And with his former title greet Macbeth.

Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Rosse. I'll see it done.

Which outwardly ye show ? My noble partner Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. You greet with present grace, and great prediction

[Ereunt. Of noble having, and of royal hope,

. That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: SCENE III. - A Heath. Thunder.

If you can look into the seeds of time,
Enter the three Witches.

And say, which grain will grow, and which will not;

Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, 1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister?

Your favours, nor your hate. 2 Witch. Killing swine.

I Witch. Hail ! 3 Witch. Sister, where thou ?

2 Witch. Hail ! 1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in hier lap, S Witch. Hail ! And mounch'd and mounch'd, and mounch'd: 1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. Give me, quoth I:

2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries. 3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o‘the 'Tiger : But in a sieve I'll thither sail,

So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! And, like a rat without a tail,

1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail ! I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me 2 Vitch. I'll give thee a wind. 1 Il'itch. Thou art kind.

By Sinel's death, I know, I am thene of Glamis ;



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But how of Cawdor? tlie thane of Cawdor lives, Of the imperial theme.- I thank you, gentlemen.--
A prosperous gentleman ; and, to be king,

This supernatural soliciting
Stands not within the prospect of beli.f,

Cannot be ill; cannot be good :- Ifill,
No inore than to be Cawilor. Say, from whence Why hath it given me carnest of success,
You owe this strange intelligence? or wliy Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawder :
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way

If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
With such prophetick greeting ? - Speak, I charge Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,

[Witches vanish. And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Bun. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, Against the use of nature ? Present fears
And these are of them: Whither are they vanish'd ? Are less than horrible imaginings :
Macb. Into the air : and what seem'd corporal, My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,

Shakes so my single state of man, that function
As breath into the wind. -- 'Would they had staid ! Is smother'd in surmise ; and nothing is,
Bun. Were such things here, as we do speak But what is not.


Look, how our partner's rapt. Or have we eaten of the insane root,

Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance That takes the reason prisoner?

may crown me, Macb. Your children shall be kings.

Without my stir.
You shall be king. Ban.

New honox's come upon him díacb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so ? Like our strange garments; cleave not to their Ban. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's


But with the aid of use.

Come what come may;
Enter Rosse anul ANGUS.

Time and the hour runs through the roughest day,
Russe. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your
The news of thy success : and when he reads

leisure. Tay personal venture in the rebels' fight,

Alacó. Give me your favour : -

- my dull brain liis wonders and his praises do content,

was wrought Which should be thine, or his : Silenc'd with that, With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your In viewing o'er the rest o’the self-same day,

pains Ile finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,

Are register'd where every day I turn Nothing ateard of what thyself diilst make,

The leaf to read them. -- Let us toward the king. -
Strange images of death. As thick as tale,

Think upon what hath chanc'd ; and, at more time,
Came post with post; and every one did bear The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak
Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,

Our free hearts each to other.
And pour'd them down before him.


Very gladly.

We are sent,
Macb. Till theri, erough,

Coine, friends.
To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;

[Ereune. To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee. Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour,

SCENE IV. Fores. A Room in the Palace. He bade me, from himn, call thee thane of Cawdor:

Flourish. Enter Duncan, MALCOLM, Donalbain,
In which addition, hail, most worthy thane !

LENOx, and Attendants.
For it is thine.

What, can the devil speak true? Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives; Why do you Those in commission yet return'd ?
dress me


My liege, In borrow'd robes?

They are not yet come back. But I have spoke Ang.

Who was the thane, lives yet ; With one that saw him die : who did report
But under hieavy judgment bears that life

That very frankly he confess'd his treasons ;
Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was Implor'd your highness' pardon; and set forth
Combin'd with Norway; or did line the rebel A deep repentance : nothing in his life
With hidden help and vantage; or that with both Became him, like the leaving it; he died
Ile labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not ; As one that had been studied in his death,
But treasons capital, confess'd, and prov'd,

To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,
Have overthrown him.

As 'twere a careless trifle.
Glamis, and thane of Cawdor : Dun. .

There's no art,
The greatest is behind. – Thanks for your pains. To find the mind's construction in the face :
Do you not hope your children shall be kings, He was a gentleman on whom I built
When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, An absolute trust, () worthiest cousin !
Promis'd no less to them?

Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, Rosse, and AngI'S.

That, trusted home, Jlight yet enkindle you unto the crown,

The sin of my ingratitude even now Besides the thane of Cawdor.

But 'tis strange :

Was heavy on me : Thou art so far before, And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

That swiftest wing of recompense is slow The instruments of darkness tell us truths

To overtake thee. 'Would thou last less deseridi Win us with honest trifles, to betray us

That the proportion both of thanks and payinent In deepest consequences.

Might have been mine! only I nave left to say, Cousins, a word, I pray you.

More is thy due than more than all can pay. dlach.

Two truths art cold, Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, As happy prologues to the swelling act

In doing it, pays itself.

Your lighness' part



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