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• Macbeth: Dramatis Personæ.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: a Desert Heath.
• Scene Ii.—: a Camp Near Forres.
• Scene Iii.—: a Heath.
• Scene Iv.—: Forres. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene V.—: Inverness.macbeth’scastle.
• Scene Vi.—: the Same. Before the Castle.
• Scene Vii.—: the Same. a Room In the Castle.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: Inverness. Court Within the Castle.
• Scene Ii.—: the Same.
• Scene Iii.—: the Same.
• Scene Iv.—: the Same. Without the Castle.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: Forres. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene Ii.—: the Same. Another Room In the Palace.
• Scene Iii —: the Same. a Park, With a Road Leading to the Palace.
• Scene Iv.—: the Same. a Room of State In the Palace.
• Scene V.—: a Heath.
• Scene Vi.—: Forres. a Room In the Palace.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: a Cavern. In the Middle, a Boiling Cauldron.
• Scene Ii.—: Fife.macduff’scastle.
• Scene Iii.—: England. Before Theking’spalace.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: Dunsinane. a Room In the Castle.
• Scene Ii.—: the Country Near Dunsinane.
• Scene Iii.—: Dunsinane. a Room In the Castle.
• Scene Iv.—: Country Near Birnam Wood.
• Scene V.—: Dunsinane. Within the Castle.
• Scene Vi.—: the Same. a Plain Before the Castle.
• Scene Vii.—: the Same. Another Part of the Plain.

Scene VI.—

The Same. Before the Castle.

Hautboys and torches. EnterDuncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Lennox, Macduff, Ross, Angus,and Attendants.

Dun.

This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air

Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself

Unto our gentle senses.

Ban.

This guest of summer,

The temple-haunting martlet, does approve

By his lov’d mansionry that the heaven’s breath

Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,

Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird

Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle:

Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ’d

The air is delicate.

EnterLady Macbeth.

Dun.

See, see, our honour’d hostess!

The love that follows us sometime is our trouble,

Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you

How you shall bid God ’eyld us for your pains,

And thank us for your trouble.

Lady M.

All our service,

In every point twice done, and then done double,

Were poor and single business, to contend

Against those honours deep and broad wherewith

Your majesty loads our house: for those of old,

And the late dignities heap’d up to them,

We rest your hermits.

Dun.

Where’s the Thane of Cawdor?

We cours’d him at the heels, and had a purpose

To be his purveyor; but he rides well,

And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him

To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,

We are your guest to-night.

Lady M.

Your servants ever

Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt,

To make their audit at your highness’ pleasure,

Still to return your own.

Dun.

Give me your hand;

Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly,

And shall continue our graces towards him.

By your leave, hostess.

[Exeunt.