Bru. Sit thee down, Clitus; slaying is the word; Cli. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world. Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius. Cli. O Dardanius! Dar. O Clitus! [Whispers. I'll rather kill myself. [Whispers. Shall I do such a deed? 10 Cli. What ill request did Brutus make to thee? Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. Bru. Why, this, Volumnius: Vol. Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, 20 [Low alarums. Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. [Alarum still. Cli. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here. Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; My heart doth joy that yet in all my life I shall have glory by this losing day Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, 30 40 [Alarum. Cry within, "Fly, fly, fly!" Cli. Fly, my lord, fly. Bru. Hence! I will follow. [Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius. I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: Stra. Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord. Bru. Farewell, good Strato. [Runs on his sword.] Cœsar, now be still: I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. 50 [Dies. Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and the army. Oct. What man is that? Mes. My master's man. Strato, where is thy master? Stra. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala: The conquerors can but make a fire of him; For Brutus only overcame himself, Lucil. So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus, And no man else hath honour by his death. That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true. Oct. All that served Brutus, I will entertain them. 60 Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me? Mes. How died my master, Strato? Stra. I held the sword, and he did run on it. Mes. Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master. Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar; And common good to all, made one of them. Oct. According to his virtues let us use him, 70 80 [Exeunt. SCENE I. A desert place. Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches. First Witch. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? Sec. Witch. When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won. T'hird Witch. That will be ere the set of sun. Sec. Witch. Upon the heath. Third Witch. There to meet with Macbeth. First Witch. I come, Graymalkin! Sec. Witch. Paddock calls. Third Witch. Anon. All. Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air. 10 [Exeunt. SCENE II. A camp near Forres. Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant. Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt Who like a good and hardy soldier fought As two spent swimmers, that do cling together Worthy to be a rebel, for to that The multiplying villanies of nature Do swarm upon him-from the western isles 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- 10 Like valour's minion carved out his passage 20 And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Dun. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels, Dun. Dismay'd not this Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? Ser. Yes; As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. As cannons overcharged with double cracks, so they 30 Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, I cannot tell. But I am faint, my gashes cry for help. Dun. So well thy words become thee as thy wounds; They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons. 40 [Exit Sergeant, attended. Who comes here? Enter Ross. Mal. The worthy thane of Ross. Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look That seems to speak things strange. God save the king! Dun. Whence camest thou, worthy thane? From Fife, great king; Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky Assisted by that most disloyal traitor The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict; Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, Dun. Ross. 50 Great happiness! That now 60 Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; Ten thousand dollars to our general use. Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death, And with his former title greet Macbeth. Ross. I'll see it done. Dun. What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won. SCENE III. A heath near Forres. Thunder. Enter the three Witches. First Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? Sec. Witch. Killing swine. Third Witch. Sister, where thou? [Exeunt. First Witch. A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, |