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Compell'd these skipping kerns 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

Yes;

Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

SER.

As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.

If I say sooth, I must report they were

As cannons overcharged with double cracks, so they
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,

I cannot tell.

But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.

DUN. So well thy words become thee as thy

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LEN. What a haste looks through his eyes!

So should he look

That seems to speak things strange.

God save the king!

Ross. DUN. Whence camest thou, worthy thane? Ross. 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, began 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.

Ross.

Great happiness!

That now

Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition;

Nor would we deign him burial of his men
Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch

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.

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Thunder.

Enter the three Witches.

FIRST WITCH. Where hast thou been, sister?

SEC. WITCH. Killing swine.

THIRD WITCH. Sister, where thou ?

FIRST WITCH. A sailor's wife had chestnuts in

her lap,

And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'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.

SEC. WITCH. I'll give thee a wind.

FIRST WITCH. Thou 'rt kind.

THIRD WITCH. And I another.

FIRST 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 se'nnights nine times nine
Shall he dwindle, peak and pine:
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-tost.
Look what I have.

SEC. WITCH. Show me, show me.

FIRST WITCH. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd as homeward he did come. [Drum within. THIRD 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 up.

Enter MACBETH and BANQUO.

MACB. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
BAN. How far is 't called to Forres?

these

So wither'd and so wild in their attire,

What are

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
By each at once her chappy finger laying

Upon her skinny lips: you should be women,
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so.

МАСВ.

[me,

Speak, if you can: what are you? FIRST WITCH. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis !

SEC. WITCH. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee,

thane of Cawdor!

THIRD WITCH. All hail, Macbeth, thou 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 favours nor your hate.

FIRST WITCH. Hail!

SEC. WITCH. Hail!

THIRD WITCH. Hail!

FIRST WITCH. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. SEC. WITCH. Not so happy, yet much happier. THIRD WITCH. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none :

So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!

FIRST WITCH. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail! MACB. 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.

you.

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

As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd! BAN. Were such things here as we do speak about? Or have we eaten on 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 selfsame tune and words. Who's

here?

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