1. THE TRAGEDIE OF MACBETH. Actus Primus. Scana Prima. Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches. In Thunder, Lightning, or in Raine? 3. That will be ere the set of Sunne. All. Padock calls anon: faire is foule, and foule is faire, Hover through the fogge and filthie ayre. Scena Secunda. Exeunt. Alarum within. Enter King Malcome, Donalbaine, Lenox, with attendants, meeting a bleeding Captaine. King. What bloody man is that? he can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the Revolt The newest state. Mal. This is the Serjeant, Who like a good and hardie Souldier fought 'Gainst my Captivitie: Haile brave friend; Say to the King, the knowledge of the Broyle, Cap. Doubtfull it stood, As two spent Swimmers, that doe cling together, And choake their Art. The mercilesse Macdonwald (Worthie to be a Rebell, for to that The multiplying Villanies of Nature Doe swarme upon him) from the Westerne Isles And Fortune on his damned Quarry smiling, (Like Valours Minion) carv'd out his passage, Which nev'r shooke hands, nor bad farwell to him, King. O valiant Cousin, worthy Gentleman. Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heeles, King. Dismay'd not this Banquob? our Captaines, Macbeth and Cap. Yes, as Sparrowes, Eagles; Or the Hare, the Lyon : If I say sooth, I must report they were As Cannons over-charg'd with double Cracks, So they doubly redoubled stroakes upon the Foe: I cannot tell but I am faint, My Gashes cry for helpe. King. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds, They smack of Honor both: Goe get him Surgeons. Enter Rosse and Angus. Who comes here? Mal. The worthy Thane of Rosse. Lenox. What a haste lookes through his eyes? So should he looke, that seemes to speake things strange. King. Whence cam'st thou, worthy Thane ? Where the Norweyan Banners flowt the Skie, Norway himselfe, with terrible numbers, The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismall Conflict, Point against Point, rebellious Arme 'gainst Arme, Rosse. That now, Sweno, the Norwayes King, Craves composition. Nor would we deigne him buriall of his men, Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes ynch, Ten thousand Dollars, to our generall use. King. No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our Bosome interest: Goe pronounce his present death, And with his former Title greet Macbeth. |