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Macbeth (Folio 1, 1623)
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THE TRAGEDIE OF
MACBETH.
1 Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.
2Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches.
4In Thunder, Lightning, or in Raine?
52. When the Hurley-burley's done,
6When the Battaile's lost, and wonne.
81. Where the place?
92. Vpon the Heath.
103. There to meet with Macbeth.
111. I come, Gray-Malkin.
12All. Padock calls anon: faire is foule, and foule is faire,
14 Scena Secunda.
15Alarum within. Enter King Malcome, Donal-
16baine, Lenox, with attendants, meeting
17a bleeding Captaine.
18King. What bloody man is that? he can report,
19As seemeth by his plight, of the Reuolt
21Mal. This is the Serieant,
22Who like a good and hardie Souldier fought
23'Gainst my Captiuitie: Haile braue friend;
24Say to the King, the knowledge of the Broyle,
25As thou didst leaue it.
27As two spent Swimmers, that doe cling together,
28And choake their Art: The mercilesse Macdonwald
29(Worthie to be a Rebell, for to that
30The multiplying Villanies of Nature
33And Fortune on his damned Quarry smiling,
34Shew'd like a Rebells Whore: but all's too weake:
35For braue Macbeth (well hee deserues that Name)
37Which smoak'd with bloody execution
38(Like Valours Minion) caru'd out his passage,
39Till hee fac'd the Slaue:
40Which neu'r shooke hands, nor bad farwell to him,
41Till he vnseam'd him from the Naue toth'Chops,
42And fix'd his Head vpon our Battlements.
45Shipwracking Stormes, and direfull Thunders:
46So from that Spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,
50But the Norweyan Lord, surueying vantage,
54Banquoh?
55Cap. Yes, as Sparrowes, Eagles;
56Or the Hare, the Lyon:
58As Cannons ouer-charg'd with double Cracks,
59So they doubly redoubled stroakes vpon the Foe:
60Except they meant to bathe in reeking Wounds,
61Or memorize another Golgotha,
62I cannot tell: but I am faint,
63My Gashes cry for helpe.
64King. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds,
65They smack of Honor both: Goe get him Surgeons.
66Enter Rosse and Angus.
67Who comes here?
74Where the Norweyan Banners flowt the Skie,
75And fanne our people cold.
76Norway himselfe, with terrible numbers,
79Till that Bellona's Bridegroome, lapt in proofe,
83The Victorie fell on vs.
85Rosse. That now Sweno, the Norwayes King,
86Craues composition:
87Nor would we deigne him buriall of his men,
88Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes ynch,
King. No