Ege. If I dream not, thou art Emilia; If thou art she, tell me where is that son That floated with thee on the fatal raft?

Abb. By men of Epidamnum, he and I, And the twin Dromio, all were taken up; But, by and by, rude fishermen of Corinth By force took Dromio and my son from them, And me they left with those of Epidamnum : What then became of them I cannot tell; I, to this fortune that you see me in. Duke. Why, here begins his morning story right;" These two Antipholus's, these two so like, And these two Dromios, one in semblance,Besides her urging of her wreck at sea,These are the parents to these children, Which accidentally are met together Antipholus, thou cam'st from Corinth first.

Ant. S. No, sir, not I; I came from Syracuse. Duke. Stay, stand apart; I know not which is which.

Ant. E. I came from Corinth, my most gracious lord.

Dro. E. And I with him.

Ant. E. Brought to this town with that most famous warrior

Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle.
Adr. Which of you two did dine with me to-day?
Ant. S. I, gentle mistress.
Adr.
And are not you my husband?
Ant. E. No, I say nay to that.
Ant. S. And so do I, yet did she call me so;
And this fair gentlewoman, her sister here,
Did call me brother:-What I told you then,
I hope, I shall have leisure to make good;
If this be not a dream, I see, and hear.

Ang. That is the chain, sir, which you had of me.
Ant. S. I think it be, sir; I deny it not.
Ant. E. And you, sir, for this chain, arrested me.
Ang. I think I did, sir; I deny it not.
Adr. I sent you money, sir, to be your bail,
By Dromio; but I think he brought it not.
Dro. E. No, none by me.

Ant. S. This purse of ducats I received from you, And Dromio my man did bring them me:

I see, we still did meet each other's man,
And I was ta'en for him, and he for me,
I

And thereupon these Errors are arose.

Ant. E. These ducats pawn I for my father here. The morning story is what Egeon tells the Duke in the Arst scene of this play.

Abb. Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pain To go with us into the abbey here, And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes:-And all that are assembled in this place, That by this sympathized one day's error Have suffer'd wrong, go, keep us company, And we shall make full satisfaction.Twenty-five years have I but gone in travail Of you, my sons; nor, till this present hour, My heavy burdens are delivered:The duke, my husband, and my children both, And you the calendars of their nativity, Go to a gossip's feast, and go with me; After so long grief, such nativity.

Duke. With all my heart, I'll gossip at this feast. [Exeunt Duke, Abbess, GEON, Courtezan, Merchant, ANGELO, and Attendanta Dro. S. Master, shall I fetch your stuff from ship-board?

Ant. E. Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou
embark'd?

Dro. S. Your goods that iv & lost sir, in the
Centaur.

Ant. S. He speaks to me; I am your master,
Dromio:

Come, go with us: we'll look to that ar on:
Embrace thy brother there, rejoice with him.
[Exeunt ANTIPHOLUS S. and E., Ana,
and Luc.

Dro. S. There is a fat friend at your master'
house,

That kitchen'd me for you to-day at dinner;
She now shall be my sister, not my wife.

Dro. E. Methinks you are my glass, and not my
brother:

I see by you, I am a sweet-faced youth.
Will you walk in to see their gossiping'

Dr. S. Not I, sir; you are my elder.
Dro. E. That's a question: how shall we try it!
Dro. S. We will draw cuts for the senior: till
then, lead thou first.

Dro. E. Nay, then thus:

We came into the world, like brother and brother And now let's go hand in hand, not ze befint [ELO

another

'Gainst my captivity:-Hail, brave friend! Say to the king the knowledge of the broil, As thou didst leave it.

Sold.

Doubtfully 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 Kernes and Gallowglasses was 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 smok'd with bloody execution,
Like valor's minion,

Carv'd out his passage, till he faced the slave,
And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chapa
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

Dun. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection. So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to com Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: No sooner justice had, with valor arm'd

i. e. Supplied with light and heavy armed troops
819

That seems to speak things strange.

Rosse.
God save the king;
Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane?
Rosse.
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, 'gan 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;-

Dun.

Great happiness!

Rosse. That now Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; Nor would we deign him burial of his men, Till he disbursed, at St. Colmes' inch, Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest :-Go, pronounce his death, And with his former title greet Macbeth. Rosse. I'll see it done.

Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath

won.

[Exeunt.

SCENE M.-A Heath.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.

1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister?

2 Witch. Killing swine.

3 Witch. Sister, where thou?

1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd: Give me, quoth I:

Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon' cries.
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the Tiger:
But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
And, like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

3 Witch. A drum, a drum; Macbeth doth come.

[Drum within

All. The weird sisters,' hand in hand,
Thus do go about, about;
Posters of the sea and land,

Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again, to make up nine:
Peace!-the charm's wound up.

Enter MACBETH and BANQUO.
Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seel
Ban. How far is't call'd to Forres?--What are
these,

So wither'd, and so wild in their attire;
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught
That man may question? You seem to understand
me,

By each at once her choppy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips :-You should be women,
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so.

Mach. Speak, if you can:-What are you! 1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!

2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!

3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king

hereafter.

Ban. Good sir, why do you start and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair ?--I'the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed

Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner
You greet with present grace, and great prediction
Of noble having, and of royal hope,
That he seems rapt' withal; to me you speak not:
If you can look into the seeds of time.
And say, which grain will grow, and which will not
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear,
Your favors, nor your hate.

1 Witch. Hail!

2 Witch. Hail!

3 Witch. Hail!

1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater

2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier.

3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be

none:

So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo!

• Compass. • Accursed. Supernatural, spiritual.

1 Prophetie sisters. Estate. • Abstracted

1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail! Mach. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis: But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman; and, to be king, Stands not within the prospect of belief, No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence You owe this strange intelligence? or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting?-Speak, I charge [Witches vanish. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them :-Whither are they vanish'd? Macb. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal, melted

you.

As breath into the wind.-'Would they had staid! Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak about?

Or have we eaten of the insane root,
That takes the reason prisoner?

Macb. Your children shall be kings.
Ban.

You shall be king.
Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so?
Ban. To the self-same tune and words. Who's
here?

Enter Rosse and ANGUS.

fosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, The news of thy success: and when he reads Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, His wonders and his praises do contend, Which should be thine, or his: Silenced with that, In viewing o'er the rest o' the self-same day, He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, Strange images of death. As thick as tale,' Came post with post; and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, And pour'd them down before him. Ang. We are sent, To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee.

Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honor, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor: In which addition, hail, most worthy thane! For it is thine.

As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentlemen→→→
This supernatural soliciting

Cannot be ill; cannot be good:-If ill,
Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Ca vdor
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs
Against the use of nature? Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings:
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical
Shakes so my single state of man, that function
Is smother'd in surmise: and nothing is,
But what is not.
Ban.
Look, how our partner's rapt.
Mach. If chance will have me king, why, chanc
may crown me,
Without my stir.
Ban.

New honors come upon him Like our strange garments, cleave' not to then mould,

But with the aid of use.
Macb.
Come what come may;
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day
Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
Macb. Give me your favor:-my dull brain was

wrought

With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
Are register'd where every day I turn

The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the king.-
Think upon what hath chanced: and, at more time
The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak
Our free hearts each to other.
Ban.
Very gladly.
Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends.

[Exeunt
SCENE IV.-Forres. A Room in the Palace.
Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN
LENOX, and Attendants.
Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
Those in commission yet return'd?
Mal.

They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
My liege,
With one that saw him die: who did report,
Implor'd your highness' pardon; and set fort
That very frankly he confess'd his treasons;
A deep repentance: nothing in his life
Became him, like the leaving it; he died
As one that had been studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd.'
As 'twere a careless trifle.

Dun.
There's no art,
To find the mind's construction in the face.
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust.-O worthiest cousin!

Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSSE, and ANGUS,
The sin of my ingratitude even now
Was heavy on me; Thou art so far before,
That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less deserv
That the proportion both of thanks and payment

Might have been mine! only I have left to say, More is thy due than more than all can pay.

Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part Is to receive our duties: and our duties Are to your throne and state, children, and servants; Which do but what they should, by doing every thing, Safe toward your love and honor. Dun. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labor To make thee full of growing.-Noble Banquo, That hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known No less to have done so, let me infold thee, And hold thee to my heart. Ban.

There if I grow,

The harvest is your own.
Dun.
My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
In urops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
And you whose places are the nearest, know,
We will establish our estate upon

Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter,
The prince of Cumberland: which honor must
Not, unaccompanied, invest him only,
But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
On all deservers. From hence to Inverness,
And bind us further to you.

Macb. The rest is labor, which is not used for you:
I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful
The hearing of my wife with your approach;
So, humbly take my leave.

Dun.

My worthy Cawdor! Macb. The prince of Cumberland!-That is a step, [Aside.

On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap,
For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires!
Let not light see my black and deep desires:
The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be,
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. [Exit.
Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant;
And in his commendations I am fed;

It is a banquet to me. Let us after him,
Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:
It is a peerless kinsman. [Flourish. Exeunt.
SCENE V.-Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's
Castle.

Enter Lady MACBETH, reading a letter. Lady M. They met me in the day of success; and I have learned by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves-air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all hailed me, Thane of Cawdor; by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with, Hail, king that shalt be! This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness; that thou mightest not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
What thou art promised:-Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness,
To catch the nearest way: Thou wouldst be great;
Art not without ambition; but without

The illness should attend it. What thou woulds highly,

That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win; thou'dst have, great
Glamis,

That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it;
And that which rather thou dost fear to do,
Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;
And chastise with the valor of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round,"
Which fate and metaphysical' aid doth seem
To have thee crown'd withal.-What is your tidings!
Enter an Attendant.

Attend. The king comes here to-night.
Lady M.
Thou'rt mad to say it:
Is not thy master with him? who, were't so,
Would have inform'd for preparation.

Attend. So please you, it is true; our thane is

coming:

One of my fellows had the speed of him;
Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
Than would make up his message.

Lady M.

Give him tending

He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse
[Exit Attendant
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here;
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse;'
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect, and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief: Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell!
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes;
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry, Hold, hold!Great Glamis! worthy
Cawdor!

My dearest love,
And when goes hence!
Macb. To-morrow,-as he purposes.
Lady M.

Duncan comes here to night.
Lady M.

O, never

Shall sun that morrow see!
Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men
May read strange matters:-To beguile the time,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocen
flower,

But be the serpent under it. He that's coming
Must be provided for: and you shall put
This night's great business into my despatch;
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
Mach. We will speak further.

• Diadem.

Deadly, murderous. Wrap as in a mantle.

• Supernatura Pity.