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Aut. I know, you are now, sir, a gentleman born. Clo. Ay, and have been so any time these four hours. Shep. And so have I, boy.

Cle. So you have:-but I was a gentleman born before my father: for the king's son took me by the hand, and called me, brother; and then the two kings called my father, brother; and then the prince, my brother, and the princess. my sister, called my father, father: and so we wept: and there was the first gentleman-like tears that ever we shed.

Shep. We may live, son, to shed many more.

Cla. Ay; or else 'twere hard luck, being in so pre

posterous estate as we are.

Aut. I humbly beseech you, sir, to pardon me all the faults I have coramitted to your worship, and to give me your good report to the prince my master. Shep. 'Pr'ythee, son, do; for we must be gentle, now we are gentlemen.

Cla. Thou wilt amend thy life?

Aut. Ay, an it like your good worship.

Clo. Give me thy hand: I will swear to the prince, thou art as honest a true fellow as any is in Bohemia. Shep. You may say it, but not swear it.

Cla. Not swear it, now I am a gentleman? Let boors and franklins say it, I'll swear it.

Shep. How if it be false, son?

Cla. If it be ne'er so false, a true gentleman may swear it, in the behalf of his friend :-And I'll swear to the prince, thou art a tall fellow of thy hands, and that thou wilt not be drunk; but I know, thou art no tall fellow of thy hands, and that thou wilt be drunk; but I'll swear it and I would, thou wouldst be a tall fellow of thy hands.

Aut. I will prove so, sir, to my power.

Cia. Ay, by any means prove a tall fellow: If I do not wonder, how thou darest venture to be drunk, not being a tall fellow, trust me not.-Hark! the kings and the princes, our kindred, are going to see the queen's picture. Come, follow us: we'll be thy good [Exeunt.

masters.

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Pau.

As she liv'd peerless,

So her dead likeness, I do well believe,

Excels whatever yet you look'd upon,

Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it

Lonely, apart: But here it is: prepare

To see the life as lively mock'd, as ever

Still sleep mock'd death: behold; and say, 'tis well.

[Pau. undraws a curtain, and discovers a statue.

I like your silence, it the more shows off

Your wonder: But yet speak ;-first, you, my liege.

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Leo.

As now she might have done,

So much to my good comfort, as it is
Now piercing to my soul. O, thus she stood,
Even with such life of majesty. (warm life,
As now it coldly stands,) when first I woo'd her!
I am asham'd: Does not the stone rebuke me,
For being more stone than it ?-0, royal piece,
There's magic in thy majesty; which has
My evils conjur'd to remembrance; and
From thy admiring daughter took the spirits,
Standing like stone with thee!

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Let him, that was the cause of this, have power
To take off so much grief from you, as he
Will piece up in himself.
Pau.

Indeed, my lord,
If I had thought, the sight of my poor image
Would thus have wrought you, (for the stone is mine,)
I'd not have show'd it.

Leo.

Do not draw the curtain.

Pau. No longer shall you gaze on't; lest your fancy May think anon, it moves.

Leo.

Let be, let be.

Would I were dead, but that, methinks, already-
What was he, that did make it ?-See, my lord,

Would you not deem, it breath'd? and that those veins

Did verily bear blood?

Pol.

Masterly done:

The very life seems warın upon her lip.

Leo. The fixure of her eye has motion in't,

As we are mock'd with art.

Pau.

I'll draw the curtain;

My lord's almost so far transported, that

He'll think anon, it lives.

Leo.

O sweet Paulina,

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'Tis time; descend; be stone no more; approach;
Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come;
I'll fill your grave up: stir; nay, come away;
Bequeath to death your numbness, for from him
Dear life redeems you. You perceive, she stirs:

[Hermione comes down from the pedestal.
Start not: her actions shall be holy, as,
You hear, my spell is lawful: do not shun her,
Until you see her die again; for then
You kill her double: Nay, present your hand:
When she was young, you woo'd her; now, in age,
Is she become the suitor.
Leo.

O, she's warm!

If this be magic, let it be an art

Lawful as eating.

Pol.

She embraces him.

Cam. She hangs about his neck;

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Thou should'st a husband take by my consent,
As I by thine, a wife: this is a match,

And made between's hy vows. Thou hast found mine;
But how, is to be question'd: for I saw her,
As I thought, dead; and have, in vain, said many
A prayer upon her grave: I'll not seek far
(For him, I partly know his mind.) to find thee
An honourable husband :-Come, Camillo,
And take her by the hand: whose worth, and honesty
Is richly noted; and here justified
By us, a pair of kings.-Let's from this place.-
What?-Look upon my brother:-both your pardons,
That e'er 1 put between your holy looks
My ill suspicion. This your son-in-law,

[Embracing her. And son unto the king, (whom, heavens directing.)
Is troth-plight to your daughter.-Good Paulina,
Lead us from hence; where we may leisurely
Each one demand, and answer to his part
Perform'd in this wide gap of time, sinee first
We were dissever'd: Hastily lead away.

If she pertain to life, let her speak too.

Pol. Ay, and make't manifest where she has liv'd,

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Show'd like a rebel's whore: But all's too weak: For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that name.)

SCENE 1.- An open Place. Thunder and Lightning. Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,

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Enter three Witches.

1 Witch.

HEN shall we three meet again

In thunder, lightning, or in rain? 2 Witch. When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won:

3 Witch. That will be ere set of sun.

1 Witch. Where the place?

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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 is supplied;

Aral fortune on bis damned quarrel smiling,

Which smok'd with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion,

Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave;
And 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.

Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
Sol. As whence the sun 'gins his reflexion
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 Kernes to trust their heels,
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,
With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men,
Began a fresh assault.

Dun.

Dismay'd not this

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Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look,

That seems to speak things strange.
Rosse.

Enter Macbeth and Banquo

Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores?-What are these, So wither'd, and so wild in their attire; That look not like the inhabitants' the earth, From Fife, great king. And yet are on't-Live you? or are you aught

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

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.

Rosse. That now

Great happiness!

Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition;

Nor would we deign him burial of his men,

Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' inch,

Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

Our bosom interest :-Go, pronounce his death,

And with his former title greet Macbeth.

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.

Macb.

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

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Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive

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,

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Rosse. I'll see it done.

Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.

SCENE III-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 chesnuts in her lap,

And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd:

Give me, quoth I:

Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon eries.

Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master of 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.

2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind.

1 Witch. Thou art kind.

3 Witch. And I another.

1 Witch. I myself have all the other;

And the very ports they blow,
All the quarters that they know
I' the shipman's card.

I will drain him dry as hay:

Sleep shall, neither night nor day,
Hang upon his pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid:

Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd.
Look what I have.

2 Witch. Show me, show me.

1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb,

Wreck'd, as homeward he did come. [Drum within.

3 Witch. A drum, a drum;

Macbeth doth come.

All. The weird sisters, hand in hand,

Posters of the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about;
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again, to make up nine:
Peace! the charm's wound ap.

And say, which grain will grow, and which will not; Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear,

Your favours, nor your hate.

1 Witch. Hail!

2 Witch. Hait!

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!

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 you. [Witches vanish

Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them:-Whither are they vanish'd? Mach. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal

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Mach.

Glamis, and thane of Cawdor:

The greatest is behind.-Thanks for your pains.-
Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me,
Promis'd no less to them?
Ban.

That, trusted home,
Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange :
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths;

Win us with honest trifles, to betray us

In deepest consequence.

Cousins, a word, I pray you.

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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 Cawdor:
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.

Mard. If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,

Without my stir.

Ban.

New honours come upon him

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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'd;
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 honour.

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I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
To make thee full of growing.-Noble Banque,
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.

The harvest is your own.
Dun.

There if I grow,

My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
In drops 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 honour 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.

Mach. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you
I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful

Like our strange garments; cleave not to their mould, The hearing of my wife with your approach;

But with the aid of use.
Mach.

Come what come may;
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
Mach. Give me your favour-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 chane'd; and, at more time,
The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak

So, humbly take my leave.
Dun.

My worthy Cawdor!

Mach. The prince of Cumberland! That is a step,
On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, [Aside.
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.
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,

[Exit.

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