Macbeth

Macbeth
By William Shakespeare.




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Dramatis Personae


Duncan, king of Scotland


Malcolm, his son


Donalbain, his son


Macbeth, general of the king’s army


Banquo, general of the king’s army


Macduff, nobleman of Scotland


Lennox, nobleman of Scotland


Ross, nobleman of Scotland


Menteith, nobleman of Scotland


Angus, nobleman of Scotland


Caithness, nobleman of Scotland


Fleance, son to Banquo


Siward, Earl of Northumberland, general of the English forces


Young Siward, his son


Seyton, an officer attending on Macbeth


Boy, son to Macduff


An English doctor


A Scotch doctor


A soldier


A porter


An old man


Lady Macbeth


Lady Macduff


Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth


Hecate


Three Witches


Apparitions


Lords, gentlemen, officers, soldiers, murderers, attendants, and messengers


Scene: Scotland; England.


Macbeth


Act I

Scene I
A desert place.




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
Upon the heath.


Third Witch
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. Exeunt.






Scene II
A camp near Forres.




Alarum within. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant.


Duncan

What bloody man is that? He can report,

As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt

The newest state.



Malcolm

This is the sergeant

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

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 whore: but all’s too weak:

For brave Macbeth⁠—well he deserves that name⁠—

Disdaining fortune, with his brandish’d steel,

Which smoked with bloody execution,

Like valour’s minion carved out his passage

Till he faced 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

Shipwrecking 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;

As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.

If I say sooth, I must report they were

As cannons overcharged 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.

But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.



Duncan

So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;

They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons. Exit Sergeant, attended.

Who comes here?




Enter Ross.


Malcolm
The worthy thane of Ross.


Lennox

What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look

That seems to speak things strange.



Ross
God save the king!


Duncan
Whence camest thou, worthy thane?


Ross

From Fife, great king;

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
Great happiness!


Ross

That now

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.



Duncan

No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive

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 near Forres.




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