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The Tragedie of Macbeth. King. No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceiue Our Bosome interest: Goe pronounce his present death, And with his former Title greet Macbeth. Rosse.
[85]
Ile see it done.
King. What he hath lost, Noble Macbeth hath wonne. Exeunt.
Scena Tertia. [Act 1, Scene 3] Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 1. Where hast thou beene, Sister? 2. Killing Swine. 3. Sister, where thou? 1.
[90]
A Saylors Wife had Chestnuts in her Lappe, And mouncht, & mouncht, and mouncht: Giue me, quoth I. Aroynt thee, Witch, the rumpe‑fed Ronyon cryes. Her Husband's to Aleppo gone, Master o'th' Tiger:
[95]
But in a Syue Ile thither sayle, And like a Rat without a tayle, Ile doe, Ile doe, and Ile doe.
2. Ile giue thee a Winde. 1. Th'art kinde. 3.
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And I another.
1. I my selfe haue all the other, And the very Ports they blow, All the Quarters that they know, I'th'Ship‑mans Card.
[105]
Ile dreyne him drie as Hay: Sleepe shall neyther Night nor Day Hang vpon his Pent‑house Lid: He shall liue a man forbid: Wearie Seu'nights, nine times nine,
[110]
Shall he dwindle, peake, and pine: Though his Barke cannot be lost, Yet it shall be Tempest‑tost. Looke what I haue.
2. Shew me, shew me. 1.
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Here I haue a Pilots Thumbe, Wrackt, as homeward he did come.
Drum within. 3. A Drumme, a Drumme: Macbeth doth come. All. The weyward Sisters, hand in hand,
[120]
Posters of the Sea and Land, Thus doe goe, about, about, Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, And thrice againe, to make vp nine. Peace, the Charme's wound vp.
Enter Macbeth and Banquo. Macb.
[125]
So foule and faire a day I haue not seene.
Banquo. How farre is't call'd to Soris? What are these, So wither'd, and so wilde in their attyre, That looke not like th'Inhabitants o'th'Earth, And yet are on't? Liue you, or are you aught
[130]
hat man may question? you seeme to vnderstand me, each at once her choppie finger laying on her skinnie Lips: you should be Women, d yet your Beards forbid me to interprete you are so.

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Mac.
[135]
Speake if you can: what are you?
1. All haile Macbeth, haile to thee Thane of Glamis. 2. All haile Macbeth, haile to thee Thane of Cawdor. 3. All haile Macbeth, that shalt be King hereafter. Banq. Good Sir, why doe you start, and seeme to feare
[140]
Things that doe sound so faire? i'th'name of truth Are ye fantasticall, or that indeed Which outwardly ye shew? My Noble Partner You greet with present Grace, and great prediction Of Noble hauing, and of Royall hope,
[145]
That he seemes wrapt withall: to me you speake not. If you can looke into the Seedes of Time, And say, which Graine will grow, and which will not, Speake then to me, who neyther begge, nor feare Your fauors, nor your hate.
1.
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Hayle.
2. Hayle. 3. Hayle. 1. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 2. Not so happy, yet much happyer. 3.
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Thou shalt get Kings, though thou be none: So all haile Macbeth, and Banquo.
1. Banquo, and Macbeth, all haile. Macb. Stay you imperfect Speakers, tell me more: By Sinells death, I know I am Thane of Glamis,
[160]
But how, of Cawdor? the Thane of Cawdor liues A prosperous Gentleman: And to be King, Stands not within the prospect of beleefe, No more then to be Cawdor. Say from whence You owe this strange Intelligence, or why
[165]
Vpon this blasted Heath you stop our way With such Prophetique greeting? Speake, I charge you.
Witches vanish. Banq. The Earth hath bubbles, as the Water ha's, And these are of them: whither are they vanish'd? Macb.
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Into the Ayre: and what seem'd corporall, Melted, as breath into the Winde. Would they had stay'd.
Banq. Were such things here, as we doe speake about? Or haue we eaten on the insane Root,
[175]
That takes the Reason Prisoner?
Macb. Your Children shall be Kings. Banq. You shall be King. Macb. And Thane of Cawdor too: went it not so? Banq. Toth'selfe‑same tune and words: who's here? Enter Rosse and ngus. Rosse.
[180]
The King hath happily receiu'd, Macbeth, The newes of thy successe: and when he reades Thy personall Venture in the Rebels sight, His Wonders and his Prayses doe contend, Which should be thine, or his: silenc'd with that,
[185]
In viewing o're the rest o'th'selfe‑same day, He findes thee in the stout Norweyan Rankes, Nothing afeard of what thy selfe didst make Strange Images of death, as thick as Tale Can post with post, and euery one did beare
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Thy prayses in his Kingdomes great defence, And powr'd them downe before him.
Ang. Wee are sent, To giue thee from our Royall Master thanks, Onely to harrold thee into his sight,
[195]
Not pay thee.
Rosse. And for an earnest of a greater Honor, He bad me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor: In

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Scena Tertia. [Act 1, Scene 3] Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 1. Where hast thou beene, Sister? 2. Killing Swine. 3. Sister, where thou? 1.
[90]
A Saylors Wife had Chestnuts in her Lappe, And mouncht, & mouncht, and mouncht: Giue me, quoth I. Aroynt thee, Witch, the rumpe‑fed Ronyon cryes. Her Husband's to Aleppo gone, Master o'th' Tiger:
[95]
But in a Syue Ile thither sayle, And like a Rat without a tayle, Ile doe, Ile doe, and Ile doe.
2. Ile giue thee a Winde. 1. Th'art kinde. 3.
[100]
And I another.
1. I my selfe haue all the other, And the very Ports they blow, All the Quarters that they know, I'th'Ship‑mans Card.
[105]
Ile dreyne him drie as Hay: Sleepe shall neyther Night nor Day Hang vpon his Pent‑house Lid: He shall liue a man forbid: Wearie Seu'nights, nine times nine,
[110]
Shall he dwindle, peake, and pine: Though his Barke cannot be lost, Yet it shall be Tempest‑tost. Looke what I haue.
2. Shew me, shew me. 1.
[115]
Here I haue a Pilots Thumbe, Wrackt, as homeward he did come.
Drum within. 3. A Drumme, a Drumme: Macbeth doth come. All. The weyward Sisters, hand in hand,
[120]
Posters of the Sea and Land, Thus doe goe, about, about, Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, And thrice againe, to make vp nine. Peace, the Charme's wound vp.
Enter Macbeth and Banquo. Macb.
[125]
So foule and faire a day I haue not seene.
Banquo. How farre is't call'd to Soris? What are these, So wither'd, and so wilde in their attyre, That looke not like th'Inhabitants o'th'Earth, And yet are on't? Liue you, or are you aught
[130]
hat man may question? you seeme to vnderstand me, each at once her choppie finger laying on her skinnie Lips: you should be Women, d yet your Beards forbid me to interprete you are so.
Mac.
[135]
Speake if you can: what are you?
1. All haile Macbeth, haile to thee Thane of Glamis. 2. All haile Macbeth, haile to thee Thane of Cawdor. 3. All haile Macbeth, that shalt be King hereafter. Banq. Good Sir, why doe you start, and seeme to feare
[140]
Things that doe sound so faire? i'th'name of truth Are ye fantasticall, or that indeed Which outwardly ye shew? My Noble Partner You greet with present Grace, and great prediction Of Noble hauing, and of Royall hope,
[145]
That he seemes wrapt withall: to me you speake not. If you can looke into the Seedes of Time, And say, which Graine will grow, and which will not, Speake then to me, who neyther begge, nor feare Your fauors, nor your hate.
1.
[150]
Hayle.
2. Hayle. 3. Hayle. 1. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 2. Not so happy, yet much happyer. 3.
[155]
Thou shalt get Kings, though thou be none: So all haile Macbeth, and Banquo.
1. Banquo, and Macbeth, all haile. Macb. Stay you imperfect Speakers, tell me more: By Sinells death, I know I am Thane of Glamis,
[160]
But how, of Cawdor? the Thane of Cawdor liues A prosperous Gentleman: And to be King, Stands not within the prospect of beleefe, No more then to be Cawdor. Say from whence You owe this strange Intelligence, or why
[165]
Vpon this blasted Heath you stop our way With such Prophetique greeting? Speake, I charge you.
Witches vanish. Banq. The Earth hath bubbles, as the Water ha's, And these are of them: whither are they vanish'd? Macb.
[170]
Into the Ayre: and what seem'd corporall, Melted, as breath into the Winde. Would they had stay'd.
Banq. Were such things here, as we doe speake about? Or haue we eaten on the insane Root,
[175]
That takes the Reason Prisoner?
Macb. Your Children shall be Kings. Banq. You shall be King. Macb. And Thane of Cawdor too: went it not so? Banq. Toth'selfe‑same tune and words: who's here? Enter Rosse and ngus. Rosse.
[180]
The King hath happily receiu'd, Macbeth, The newes of thy successe: and when he reades Thy personall Venture in the Rebels sight, His Wonders and his Prayses doe contend, Which should be thine, or his: silenc'd with that,
[185]
In viewing o're the rest o'th'selfe‑same day, He findes thee in the stout Norweyan Rankes, Nothing afeard of what thy selfe didst make Strange Images of death, as thick as Tale Can post with post, and euery one did beare
[190]
Thy prayses in his Kingdomes great defence, And powr'd them downe before him.
Ang. Wee are sent, To giue thee from our Royall Master thanks, Onely to harrold thee into his sight,
[195]
Not pay thee.
Rosse. And for an earnest of a greater Honor, He bad me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor: In which addition, haile most worthy Thane, For it is thine. Banq.
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What, can the Deuill speake true?
Macb. The Thane of Cawdor liues: Why doe you dresse me in borrowed Robes? Ang. Who was the Thane, liues yet, But vnder heauie Iudgement beares that Life,
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Which he deserues to loose. Whether he was combin'd with those of Norway, Or did lyne the Rebell with hidden helpe, And vantage; or that with both he labour'd In his Countreyes wracke, I know not:
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But Treasons Capitall, confess'd, and prou'd, Haue ouerthrowne h m.
Macb. Glamys, and Thane of Cawdor: The greatest is behinde. Thankes for your paines. Doe you not hope your Children shall be Kings,
[215]
When those that gaue the Thane of Cawdor to me, Promis'd no lesse to them.
Banq. That trusted home, Might yet enkindle you vnto the Crowne, Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange:
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And oftentimes, to winne vs to our harme, The Instruments of Darknesse tell vs Truths, Winne vs with honest Trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence. Cousins, a word, I pray you.
Macb.
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Two Truths are told, As happy Prologues to the swelling Act Of the Imperiall Theame. I thanke you Gentlemen: This supernaturall solliciting Cannot be ill; cannot be good.
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If ill? why hath it giuen me earnest of successe, Commencing in a Truth ? I am Thane of Cawdor. If good? why doe I yeeld to that suggestion, Whose horrid Image doth vnfixe my Heire, And make my seated Heart knock at my Ribbes,
[235]
Against the vse of Nature? Present Feares Are lesse then horrible Imaginings: My Thought, whose Murther yet is but fantasticall, Shakes so my single state of Man, That Function is smother'd in surmise,
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And nothing is, but what is not.
Banq. Looke how our Partner's rapt. Macb. If Chance will haue me King, Why Chance may Crowne me, Without my stirre. Banq.
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New Honors come vpon him Like our strange Garments, cleaue not to their mould, But with the aid of vse.
Macb. Come what come may, Time, and the Houre, runs through the roughest Day. Banq.
[250]

Worthy Macbeth, wee stay vpon your ley­

sure.

Macb. Giue me your fauour: My dull Braine was wrought with things forgotten. Kinde Gentlemen, your paines are registred,
[255]
Where euery day I turne the Leafe, To reade them. Let vs toward the King: thinke vpon What hath chanc'd: and at more time, The Interim hauing weigh'd it, let vs speake
[260]
Our free Hearts each to other.
Banq. Very gladly. Macb. Till then enough: Come friends. Exeunt.
 

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      <l n="121">Thus doe goe, about, about,</l>
      <l n="122">Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,</l>
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      <l n="126">How farre is't call'd to Soris? What are these,</l>
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      <l n="161">A prosperous Gentleman: And to be King,</l>
      <l n="162">Stands not within the prospect of beleefe,</l>
      <l n="163">No more then to be Cawdor. Say from whence</l>
      <l n="164">You owe this strange Intelligence, or why</l>
      <l n="165">Vpon this blasted Heath you stop our way</l>
      <l n="166">With such Prophetique greeting?</l>
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      <l n="168">The Earth hath bubbles, as the Water ha's,</l>
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      <l n="170">Into the Ayre: and what seem'd corporall,</l>
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      <l n="172">Would they had stay'd.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-mac-ban">
      <speaker rend="italic">Banq.</speaker>
      <l n="173">Were such things here, as we doe speake about?</l>
      <l n="174">Or haue we eaten on the insane Root,</l>
      <l n="175">That takes the Reason Prisoner?</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="176">Your Children shall be Kings.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Banq.</speaker>
      <l n="177">You shall be King.</l>
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      <l n="178">And<hi rend="italic">Thane</hi>of Cawdor too: went it not so?</l>
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      <l n="179">Toth'selfe‑same tune and words: who's here?</l>
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   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Rosse and<gap extent="1"
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   <sp who="#F-mac-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rosse.</speaker>
      <l n="180">The King hath happily receiu'd,<hi rend="italic">Macbeth</hi>,</l>
      <l n="181">The newes of thy successe: and when he reades</l>
      <l n="182">Thy personall Venture in the Rebels sight,</l>
      <l n="183">His Wonders and his Prayses doe contend,</l>
      <l n="184">Which should be thine, or his: silenc'd with that,</l>
      <l n="185">In viewing o're the rest o'th'selfe‑same day,</l>
      <l n="186">He findes thee in the stout Norweyan Rankes,</l>
      <l n="187">Nothing afeard of what thy selfe didst make</l>
      <l n="188">Strange Images of death, as thick as Tale</l>
      <l n="189">Can post with post, and euery one did beare</l>
      <l n="190">Thy prayses in his Kingdomes great defence,</l>
      <l n="191">And powr'd them downe before him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-ang">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ang.</speaker>
      <l n="192">Wee are sent,</l>
      <l n="193">To giue thee from our Royall Master thanks,</l>
      <l n="194">Onely to harrold thee into his sight,</l>
      <l n="195">Not pay thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rosse.</speaker>
      <l n="196">And for an earnest of a greater Honor,</l>
      <l n="197">He bad me, from him, call thee<hi rend="italic">Thane</hi>of Cawdor:</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0743-0.jpg" n="133"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="198">In which addition, haile most worthy<hi rend="italic">Thane</hi>,</l>
      <l n="199">For it is thine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-ban">
      <speaker rend="italic">Banq.</speaker>
      <l n="200">What, can the Deuill speake true?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="201">The<hi rend="italic">Thane</hi>of Cawdor liues:</l>
      <l n="202">Why doe you dresse me in borrowed Robes?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-ang">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ang.</speaker>
      <l n="203">Who was the<hi rend="italic">Thane</hi>, liues yet,</l>
      <l n="204">But vnder heauie Iudgement beares that Life,</l>
      <l n="205">Which he deserues to loose.</l>
      <l n="206">Whether he was combin'd with those of Norway,</l>
      <l n="207">Or did lyne the Rebell with hidden helpe,</l>
      <l n="208">And vantage; or that with both he labour'd</l>
      <l n="209">In his Countreyes wracke, I know not:</l>
      <l n="210">But Treasons Capitall, confess'd, and prou'd,</l>
      <l n="211">Haue ouerthrowne h<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="absent"
              agent="hole"
              resp="#ES"/>m.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="212">Glamys, and<hi rend="italic">Thane</hi>of Cawdor:</l>
      <l n="213">The greatest is behinde. Thankes for your paines.</l>
      <l n="214">Doe you not hope your Children shall be Kings,</l>
      <l n="215">When those that gaue the<hi rend="italic">Thane</hi>of Cawdor to me,</l>
      <l n="216">Promis'd no lesse to them.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-ban">
      <speaker rend="italic">Banq.</speaker>
      <l n="217">That trusted home,</l>
      <l n="218">Might yet enkindle you vnto the Crowne,</l>
      <l n="219">Besides the<hi rend="italic">Thane</hi>of Cawdor. But 'tis strange:</l>
      <l n="220">And oftentimes, to winne vs to our harme,</l>
      <l n="221">The Instruments of Darknesse tell vs Truths,</l>
      <l n="222">Winne vs with honest Trifles, to betray's</l>
      <l n="223">In deepest consequence.</l>
      <l n="224">Cousins, a word, I pray you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="225">Two Truths are told,</l>
      <l n="226">As happy Prologues to the swelling Act</l>
      <l n="227">Of the Imperiall Theame. I thanke you Gentlemen:</l>
      <l n="228">This supernaturall solliciting</l>
      <l n="229">Cannot be ill; cannot be good.</l>
      <l n="230">If ill? why hath it giuen me earnest of successe,</l>
      <l n="231">Commencing in a Truth<c rend="italic">?</c>I am<hi rend="italic">Thane</hi>of Cawdor.</l>
      <l n="232">If good? why doe I yeeld to that suggestion,</l>
      <l n="233">Whose horrid Image doth vnfixe my Heire,</l>
      <l n="234">And make my seated Heart knock at my Ribbes,</l>
      <l n="235">Against the vse of Nature? Present Feares</l>
      <l n="236">Are lesse then horrible Imaginings:</l>
      <l n="237">My Thought, whose Murther yet is but fantasticall,</l>
      <l n="238">Shakes so my single state of Man,</l>
      <l n="239">That Function is smother'd in surmise,</l>
      <l n="240">And nothing is, but what is not.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-ban">
      <speaker rend="italic">Banq.</speaker>
      <l n="241">Looke how our Partner's rapt.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="242">If Chance will haue me King,</l>
      <l n="243">Why Chance may Crowne me,</l>
      <l n="244">Without my stirre.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-ban">
      <speaker rend="italic">Banq.</speaker>
      <l n="245">New Honors come vpon him</l>
      <l n="246">Like our strange Garments, cleaue not to their mould,</l>
      <l n="247">But with the aid of vse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="248">Come what come may,</l>
      <l n="249">Time, and the Houre, runs through the roughest Day.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-ban">
      <speaker rend="italic">Banq.</speaker>
      <p n="250">Worthy<hi rend="italic">Macbeth</hi>, wee stay vpon your ley­
      <lb n="251"/>sure.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="252">Giue me your fauour:</l>
      <l n="253">My dull Braine was wrought with things forgotten.</l>
      <l n="254">Kinde Gentlemen, your paines are registred,</l>
      <l n="255">Where euery day I turne the Leafe,</l>
      <l n="256">To reade them.</l>
      <l n="257">Let vs toward the King: thinke vpon</l>
      <l n="258">What hath chanc'd: and at more time,</l>
      <l n="259">The<hi rend="italic">Interim</hi>hauing weigh'd it, let vs speake</l>
      <l n="260">Our free Hearts each to other.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-ban">
      <speaker rend="italic">Banq.</speaker>
      <l n="261">Very gladly.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="262">Till then enough:</l>
      <l n="263">Come friends.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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