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Mer. Besides, I will be sworn, these ears of mine
Duke. What an intricate impeach is this! I think, you all have drank of Circe's cup. If here you hous'd him, here he would have been: If he were mad, he would not plead so coldly: You say, he dined at home; the goldsmith here Denies that saying: - Sirrah, what say you?
Dro. E. Sir, he dined with her there, at the Porcupine.
Cour. He did; and from my finger snatch'd that ring.
Ant. E. 'Tis true, my liege, this ring I had of
Duke. Saw'st thou him enter at the abbey here? Cour. As sure, my liege, as I do see your grace. Duke. Why, this is strange : - Go call the abbess hither;
I think, you are all mated, or stark mad.
[Exit an Attendant. Ege. Most mighty duke, vouchsafe me speak a word,
Haply, I see a friend will save my life,
Duke. Speak freely, Syracusan, what thou wilt. Ege. Is not your name, sir, call'd Antipholus? And is not that your bondman Dromio?
Dro. E. Within this hour, I was his bondman, sir,
"the, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords: Now am I Dromio, and his man, unbound.
Ege. I am sure, you both of you remember me. Dro. E. Ourselves we do remember, sir, by you; For lately we were bound, as you are now. You are not Pinch's patient, are you, sir?
Ege. Why look you strange on me? you know me well.
Ant. E. I never saw you in my life, till now. Ege. Oh! grief hath chang'd me, since you saw me last;
And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand,
Dromio, nor thou? Dro. E. No, trust me, sir, nor I. Ege. I am sure, thou dost. Dro. E. Ay, sir? but I am sure, I do not; and whatsoever a man denies, you are now bound to believe him.
Ant. E. I never saw my father in my life. Ege. But seven years since, in Syracusa, boy, Thou know'st, we parted: but, perhaps, my son, Thou sham'st to acknowledge me in misery.
Ant. E. The duke, and all that know me in the city,
Ege. Not know my voice! O, time's extremity! Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor tongue, In seven short years, that here my only son Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares? Though now this grained face of mine be hid In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, And all the conduits of my blood froze up; Yet hath my night of life some memory, My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left, My dull deaf ears a little use to hear : All these old witnesses (I cannot err,) Tell me, thou art my son Antipholus.
Can witness with me that it is not so;
I ne'er saw Syracusa in my life.
Duke. I tell thee, Syracusan, twenty years Have I been patron to Antipholus,
During which time he ne'er saw Syracusa :
see, thy age and dangers make thee dote. Enter the Abbess, with ANTIPHOLUS Syracusa.i, and DROMIO Syracusan.
Abb. Most mighty Duke, behold a man much wrong'd. [All gather to see him. Adr. I see two husbands, or mine eyes deceive
Abb. By men of Epidamnum, he, and I,
Duke. Why, here begins his morning story right
Ant. S. No, sir, not I; I came from Syracuse. Duke. Stay, stand apart; I know not which is which.
Ant. E. I came from Corinth, my most gracious lord.
Dro. E. And I with him.
Ant. E. Brought to this town by that most famous warrior
Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle.
Ant. S. And so do I, yet did she call me so ;
Ang. That is the chain, sir, which you had of me
Ant. S. I think it be, sir; I deny it not.
Ant. S. This purse of ducats I receiv'd from you,
Ant. E. These ducats pawn I for my father here.
Duke. With all my heart, I'll gossip at this feast. [Exeunt DUKE, Abbess, ÆGEON, Courtezan, Merchant, ANGELO, and Attendants. Dro. S. Master, shall I fetch your stuff from shipboard?
Ant. E. Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou embark'd?
Dro. S. Your goods, that lay at host, sir, in the
Ant. S. He speaks to me; I am your master,
Come, go with us; we'll look to that anon:
Dro. E. Methinks, you are my glass, and not
I see by you, I am a sweet-faced youth.
Abb. Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains, That kitchen'd me for you to-day at dinner;
Dro. S. Not I, sir; you are my elder.
Dro. E. Nay, then thus:
We came into the world like brother and brother:
DUCAN, King of Scotland.
FLEANCE, Son to Banquo.
generals of the King's army.
noblemen of Scotland.
Enter three Witches.
1 Witch. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
2 Witch. When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won :
open Place. Thunder and Lightning.
3 Witch. That will be ere set of sun.
1 Witch. Where the place?
3 Witoh. There to meet with Macbeth.
1 Witch. I come, Graymalkin!
All. Paddock calls: Anon.
The Ghost of Banquo, and several other Apparitions in the end of the Fourth Act, lies in ENGLAND; through the rest of the Play, in SCOTLAND: and, chiefly, at MACBETH's Castle.
Upon the heath:
[Witches vanish. 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 report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.
This is the sergeant,
Young SIWARD, his son.
SEYTON, an officer attending on Macbeth.
An English Doctor.
A Scotch Doctor.
Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth
Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers,
Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought
Doubtfully it stood;
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together,
Do swarm upon him,) from the western isles
Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave;
Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
3 Witch. And I another.
1 Witch. I myself have all the other;
And the very ports they blow,
All the quarters that they know I'the shipman's card.
I will drain him dry as hay:
2 Witch. Show me, show me.
1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd, as homeward he did come. [Drum within. 3 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 mine, And thrice again, to make up nine: Peace! the charm's wound up.
2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!
3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter.
Ban. Good sir, why do you start; and scem to
fear Things that do sound so fair?--I'the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of 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 fear,
Your favours, nor your hate.
1 Witch. Hail!
2 Witch. Hail!
But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives,
Speak, I charge [Witches vanish. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them: Whither are they vanish'd? Macb. Into the air: and what seem'd corporal, melted
As breath into the wind. -'Would they had staid! Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten of the insane root,
Macb. Your children shall be kings.
Enter Rosse and ANGUS.
Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, The news of thy success: and when he reads Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, His wonders and his praises do contend, Which should be thine, or his: Silenc'd with that, In viewing o'er the rest o'the self-same day, He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, Strange images of death. As thick as gale, Came post with post; and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, And pour'd them down before him.
Ang. We are sent, To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee.
Rosse. 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.
What, can the devil speak true? Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives; Why do you dress me
In borrow'd robes?
Glamis, and thane of Cawdor:
The greatest is behind. Thanks for your pains. Do you not hope your children shall be kings, When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, Promis'd no less to them?
That, trusted home,
Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentlemen.-This supernatural soliciting
Cannot be ill; cannot be good : — If ill,
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Look, how our partner's rapt. Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance
may crown me,
Without my stir.
New honours come upon him Like our strange garments; cleave not to their mould,
But with the aid of use.
Come what come may; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
Macb. Give me your favour : -
was wrought With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
Are register'd where every day I turn
The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king. -
Macb. Till then, enough.
-my dull brain
[Exeunt. SCENE IV. Fores. A Room in the Palace. Flourish.
Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN