- Macbeth, Folio 1, 1623 (Old-spelling transcription)
- Macbeth: Modern, Modern
- First Folio
- Brandeis University
- New South Wales
THE TRAGEDIE OF
1 A ct us Primus. Sc oe na Prima.
2 Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches.
3 1. WHen s h all we three meet againe?
4In Thunder, Lightning, or in Raine?
5 2. When the Hurley-burley's done,
6When the Battaile's lo s t , and wonne.
7 3. That will be ere the s et of Sunne.
8 1. Where the place?
9 2. Vpon the Heath.
10 3. There to meet with Macbeth.
11 1. I come, Gray-Malkin.
12 All. Padock calls anon: faire is foule, and foule is faire,
13Houer through the fogge and fi lthie ayre. Exeunt.
14 Scena Secunda.
15 Alarum within. Enter King Malcome, Donal -
16baine, Lenox, with attendants, meeting
17a bleeding Captaine.
18 King. What bloody man is that? he can report,
19As s eemeth by his plight, of the Reuolt
20The newe s t s t ate.
21 Mal. This is the Serieant,
22Who like a good and hardie Souldier fought
23'Gain s t my Captiuitie: Haile braue friend;
24Say to the King, the knowledge of the Broyle,
25As thou did s t leaue it.
26 Cap. Doubtfull it s t ood,
27As two s pent Swimmers, that doe cling together,
28And choake their Art: The mercile s s e Macdonwald
29(Worthie to be a Rebell, for to that
30The multiplying Villanies of Nature
31Doe s warme vpon him) from the We s t erne I s l es
32Of Kernes and Gallowgro s s es is s upply'd,
33And Fortune on his damned Quarry s miling,
34Shew'd like a Rebells Whore: but all's too weake:
35For braue Macbeth (well hee de s erues that Name)
36Di s dayning Fortune, with his brandi s h t Steele,
37Which s moak'd with bloody execution
38(Like Valours Minion) caru'd out his pa s s age,
39Till hee fac'd the Slaue:
40Which neu'r s h ooke hands, nor bad farwell to him,
41Till he vn s eam'd him from the Naue toth'Chops,
42And fi x'd his Head vpon our Battlements.
43 King. O valiant Cou s i n, worthy Gentleman.
44 Cap. As whence the Sunne 'gins his re fl e ct ion,
45Shipwracking Stormes, and direfull Thunders:
46So from that Spring, whence comfort s eem'd to come,
47Di s comfort s wells: Marke King of Scotland, marke,
48No s ooner Iu s t ice had, with Valour arm'd,
49Compell'd the s e skipping Kernes to tru s t their heeles,
50But the Norweyan Lord, s urueying vantage,
51With furbu s h t Armes, and new s upplyes of men,
52Began a fre s h a s s ault.
53 King. Di s may'd not this our Captaines, Macbeth and
54Banquoh?
55 Cap. Yes, as Sparrowes, Eagles;
56Or the Hare, the Lyon:
57If I s ay s ooth, I mu s t report they were
58As Cannons ouer-charg'd with double Cracks,
59So they doubly redoubled s t roakes vpon the Foe:
60Except they meant to bathe in reeking Wounds,
61Or memorize another Golgotha,
62I cannot tell: but I am faint,
63My Ga s h es cry for helpe.
64 King. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds,
65They s mack of Honor both: Goe get him Surgeons.
66 Enter Ro s s e and Angus.
67Who comes here?
68 Mal. The worthy Thane of Ro s s e.
69 Lenox. What a ha s t e lookes through his eyes?
70So s h ould he looke, that s eemes to s peake things s t range.
71 Ro s s e. God s aue the King.
72 King. Whence cam' s t thou, worthy Thane?
73 Ro s s e. From Fi ff e, great King,
74Where the Norweyan Banners fl owt the Skie,
75And fanne our people cold.
76Norway him s elfe, with terrible numbers,
77A s s i s t ed by that mo s t di s l oyall Traytor,
78The Thane of Cawdor, began a di s mall Con fl i ct ,
79Till that Bellona's Bridegroome, lapt in proofe,
80Confronted him with s elfe-compari s ons,
81Point again s t Point, rebellious Arme 'gain s t Arme,
82Curbing his laui s h s pirit: and to conclude,
83The Vi ct orie fell on vs.
84 King. Great happine s s e.
85 Ro s s e. That now Sweno, the Norwayes King,
86Craues compo s i tion:
87Nor would we deigne him buriall of his men,
88Till he disbur s ed, at Saint Colmes ynch,
89Ten thou s and Dollars, to our generall v s e.
132 The Tragedie of Macbeth.
90 King. No more that Thane of Cawdor s h all deceiue
91Our Bo s ome intere s t : Goe pronounce his pre s ent death,
92And with his former Title greet Macbeth.
93 Ro s s e. Ile s ee it done.
94 King. What he hath lo s t , Noble Macbeth hath wonne.
95 Exeunt.
96 Scena Tertia.
97 Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
98 1. Where ha s t thou beene, Si s t er?
99 2. Killing Swine.
100 3. Si s t er, where thou?
101 1. A Saylors Wife had Che s t nuts in her Lappe,
102And mouncht, & mouncht, and mouncht:
103Giue me, quoth I.
104Aroynt thee, Witch, the rumpe-fed Ronyon cryes.
105Her Husband's to Aleppo gone, Ma s t er o'th' Tiger:
106But in a Syue Ile thither s ayle,
107And like a Rat without a tayle,
108Ile doe, Ile doe, and Ile doe.
109 2. Ile giue thee a Winde.
110 1. Th'art kinde.
111 3. And I another.
112 1. I my s elfe haue all the other,
113And the very Ports they blow,
114All the Quarters that they know,
115i'th'Ship-mans Card.
116Ile dreyne him drie as Hay:
117Sleepe s h all neyther Night nor Day
118Hang vpon his Pent-hou s e Lid:
119He s h all liue a man forbid:
120Wearie Seu'nights, nine times nine,
121Shall he dwindle, peake, and pine:
122Though his Barke cannot be lo s t ,
123Yet it s h all be Tempe s t -to s t .
124Looke what I haue.
125 2. Shew me, s h ew me.
126 1. Here I haue a Pilots Thumbe,
127Wrackt, as homeward he did come. Drum within.
128 3. A Drumme, a Drumme:
129Macbeth doth come.
130 All. The weyward Si s t ers, hand in hand,
131Po s t ers of the Sea and Land,
132Thus doe goe, about, about,
133Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
134And thrice againe, to make vp nine.
135Peace, the Charme's wound vp.
136 Enter Macbeth and Banquo.
137 Macb. So foule and faire a day I haue not s eene.
138 Banquo. How farre is't call'd to Soris? What are the s e,
139So wither'd, and s o wilde in their attyre,
140That looke not like th'Inhabitants o'th'Earth,
141And yet are on't? Liue you, or are you aught
142That man may que s t ion? you s eeme to vnder s t and me,
143By each at once her choppie fi nger laying
144Vpon her skinnie Lips: you s h ould be Women,
145And yet your Beards forbid me to interprete
146That you are s o.
147 Mac. Speake if you can: what are you?
148 1. All haile Macbeth, haile to thee Thane of Glamis.
149 2. All haile Macbeth, haile to thee Thane of Cawdor.
150 3. All haile Macbeth, that s h alt be King hereafter.
151 Banq. Good Sir, why doe you s t art, and s eeme to feare
152Things that doe s ound s o faire? i'th'name of truth
153Are ye fanta s t icall, or that indeed
154Which outwardly ye s h ew? My Noble Partner
155You greet with pre s ent Grace, and great predi ct ion
156Of Noble hauing, and of Royall hope,
157That he s eemes wrapt withall: to me you s peake not.
158If you can looke into the Seedes of Time,
159And s ay, which Graine will grow, and which will not,
160Speake then to me, who neyther begge, nor feare
161Your fauors, nor your hate.
