That hath been breeder of thefe dire events.

Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him:
There let him ftand, and rave and cry for food:
If any one relieves or pities him,

For the offence he dies: this is our doom.
Some ftay to see him faftned in the earth.

Aar. O why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb?
I am no baby, I, that with base prayers
I should repent the evil I have done :
Ten thousand worse than ever yet I did,
Would I perform, if I might have my will:
If one good deed in all my life I did,

I do repent it from my very foul.

Luc. Some loving friends convey the Emp❜ror hence, And give him burial in his father's grave. My father and Lavinia fhall forthwith Be clofed in our houfhold's monument: As for that heinous tygrefs Tamora,

:

No funeral rites, nor man in mournful weeds,
No mournful bell fhall ring her burial;
But throw her forth to beafts and birds of prey
Her life was beaft-like, and devoid of pity,
And being fo, fhe fhall have like want of it.
See juftice done on Aaron that damn'd Moor,
From whom our heavy haps had their beginning;
Then afterwards, we'll order well the state,
That like events may ne'er it ruinate.

[Exeunt omnes.

THE

TRAGEDY.

OF

MACBETH.

CATHNESS,

FLEANCE, Son to Banquo.

SIWARD, General of the English Forces.
Young SIWARD bis Son.

SEYTON, an Officer attending on Macbeth.
Son to Macduff.

Doctor.

Lady MACBETH.

Lady MACDUFF.

Gentlewomen attending on Lady Macbeth.
HECATE, and three other Witches..

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers and Attendants.

The Ghoft of Banquo, and feveral other Apparitions.

SCENE in the end of the fourth Act lyes in England, through the reft of the Play in Scotland, and chiefly at Macbeth's Caftle.

Suppos'd to be true biftory; taken from Hector Boetius, other Scotifh Chroniclers.

and

MAC

MACBETH.

ACT I

SCENE I.

An open Heath.

Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches.
HEN fhall we three meet again

1 Witch.

W

In thunder, lightning, and in rain? 2 Witch. When the hurly-burly's done, When the battel's loft and won. Witch. That will be ere fet of fun. I Witch. Where the place?

3

2 Witch. Upon the heath.

3 Witch. There I go to meet Macbeth. 1 Witch. I come, I come, Grimalkin

2 Witch. Padocke calls.

anon!

All. Fair is foul, and foul is fair,

Hover through fog and filthy air.

[They rife from the stage, and fly away. SCENE II. The Palace at Foris.

Enter King, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Captain.

King. What bloody man is that? he can report, As feemeth by his plight, of the revolt

The newest state.

Mal. This is the ferjeant, who

Like a right good and hardy foldier fought

'Gainft my captivity. Hail, hail, brave friend!
Say to the King the knowledge of the broil,
As thou didft leave it.

Cap. Doubtful long it stood;

As two spent swimmers that do cling together,

And

And choak their art: the mercilefs Macdonel
(Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
The multiplying villainies of nature
Do fwarm upon him) from the western ifles
With Kerns and Gallow-glaffes was fupply'd,
And fortune on his damned quarrel fmiling,
Shew'd like the rebel's whore. But all too weak &
For brave Macbeth (well he deferves that name)
Difdaining fortune, with his brandisht steel
Which fmoak'd with bloody execution,
Like Valour's minion carved out his paffage,
'Till he had fac'd the flave,

Who ne'er shook hands nor bid farewel to him,
"Till he unfeam'd him from the nape to th' chops,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

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King. Oh valiant coufin! worthy gentleman!
Cap. As whence the fun gives his reflection,
Shipwrecking ftorms and direful thunders break;
So from that fpring whence comfort feem'd to come,
Discomfort fwell'd. Mark, King of Scotland, mark;
No fooner Juftice had, with valour arm'd,
Compell'd these skipping Kerns to trust their heels,
But the Norweyan Lord furveying vantage,

With furbisht arms and new fupplies of men
Began a fresh affault.

King Difmay'd not this

Our captains, brave Macbeth and Banque?
Cap. Yes,

As fparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.
If I fay footh, I muft report they were
As cannons over-charg'd; with double cracks,
So they redoubled ftroaks 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

King. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds They Imack of honour both. Go, get him furgeons.

By this is meant the Rainbow the ftrongest and most remarkable reflection of any the fun gives,