William Shakespeare


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When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
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Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
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False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
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But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
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Yet here’s a spot
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Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings:
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The multiplying villanies
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Mine eyes are made the fools o’ the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest
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And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray’s
In deepest consequence.
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And all-thing unbecoming.
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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
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
Scene II. A camp near Forres.

Alarum within. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant
What bloody man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.
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.
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.
O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
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.
Dismay’d not this
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
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 memorise another Golgotha,
I cannot tell.
But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.
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
The worthy thane of Ross.
What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look
That seems to speak things strange.
God save the king!
Whence camest thou, worthy thane?
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.
Great happiness!
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.
No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death,
And with his former title greet Macbeth.
I’ll see it done.
What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won.
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
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I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.
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When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
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That will be ere the set of sun.
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Hecate , Queen of the Witches.
Boy, Son of Macduff.
Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth.
An English Doctor.
A Scottish Doctor.
A Sergeant.
A Porter.
An Old Man.
The Ghost of Banquo and other Apparitions.
Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murtherers, Attendants, and Messengers
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Characters of the Play
Duncan , King of Scotland.
Macbeth , Thane of Glamis and Cawdor, a general in the King's army.
Lady Macbeth , his wife.
Macduff , Thane of Fife, a nobleman of Scotland.
Lady Macduff , his wife.
Malcolm , elder son of Duncan.
Donalbain , younger son of Duncan.
Banquo , Thane of Lochaber, a general in the King's army.
Fleance , his son.
Lennox , Ross , Menteith , Angus , Caithness , noblemen of Scotland.
Siward , Earl of Northumberland, general of the English forces.
Young Siward , his son.
Seyton , attendant to Macbeth.
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Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing
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What’s done cannot be undone
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You see, her eyes are open.
Ay, but their sense is shut
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