Third Witch. Anon. ΙΟ All. Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air. [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 Mal. Doubtful it stood; Ser. As two spent swimmers, that do cling together And choke their art. The merciless Macdon An English Doctor. A Porter. LADY MACBbeth. LADY MACDUFF. Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth. HECATE. Three Witches. Apparitions. Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, and Messengers. SCENE: Scotland: England. 21 Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; passage 20 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! Ser. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break, So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to wounds; They smack of honour both. Go get him sur[Exit Sergeant, attended. geons. Who comes here? Mal. Enter Ross. The worthy thane of Ross. Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! That seems to speak things strange. God save the king! Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky Assisted by that most disloyal traitor Dun. Ross. Great happiness! 50 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. 60 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. Sec. Witch. I'll give thee a wind. 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: Look what I have. Sec. Witch. Show me, show me. First Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, ΙΟ 20 All. The weird sisters, hand in hand, Thrice to thine and thrice to mine Enter MACBETH and BANQUO. Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Ban. How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these 40 So wither'd and so wild in their attire, By each at once her choppy finger laying Macb. 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, that shalt be king hereafter! 50 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 That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not. First Witch. Hail! Sec. Witch. Hail! Third Witch. Hail! 60 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! Mach. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me 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 Macb. Your children shall be kings. not so? Ban. To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here? Enter Ross and ANGUS. Ross. The king hath happily received, Macbeth, The news of thy Thy personal ven Ccess; and when he reads 90 in the rebels' fight, His wonders and his praises do contend We are sent 100 Not pay thee. ΙΙΟ Ang. With those of Norway, or did line the rebel Macb. [Aside] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor! The greatest is behind. [To Ross and Angus] Thanks for your pains. [To Ban.] Do you not hope your children shall be kings, When those that gave the thane of Cawdor The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king. Think upon what hath chanced, and, at more time, The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak Ban. Very gladly. Mach. Till then, enough. Come, friends. [Exeunt. Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONAL- Mal. My liege, They are not yet come back. But I have spoke With one that saw him die: who did report That very frankly he confess'd his treasons, Implored your highness' pardon and set forth A deep repentance: nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 'twere a careless trifle. 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. 10 Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, Ross, and ANGUS. The sin of my ingratitude even now To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved, That the proportion both of thanks and payment Might have been mine! only I have left to say, 20 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 Safe toward your love and honour. Welcome hither: 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 40 Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter Macb. The rest is labour, which is not used for you: I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful My worthy Cawdor! Macb. [Aside] The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, [Exit. Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant, And in his commendations I am fed ; [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE V. Inverness. Macbeth's castle. Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter. Lady M. They met me in the day of success: and I have learned by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all-hailed me "Thane of Cawdor;" by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with " Hail, king that shalt be!" This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell. Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be 20 The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thouldst have, great Glamis, That which cries Thus thou must do, if thou have it; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Enter a Messenger. 30 Is not thy master with him? who, were't so, Mess. So please you, it is true: our thane is coming: One of my fellows had the speed of him, He brings great.news. Give him tending; [Exit Messenger. The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood; Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances 50 You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, SCENE VI. Before Macbeth's castle. Hautboys and torches. Enter DUNCAN, 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 loved 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 observed, SCENE VII. 30 [Exeunt. Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice Enter LADY MACBETH, How now! what news? 20 Lady M. He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber? Macb. Hath he ask'd for me? Lady M. Know you not he has? 30 Macb. We will proceed no further in this business: He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Prithee, peace: 40 I dare do all that may become a man; Macbeth's castle. Hautboys and torches. Enter a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and service, and pass over the stage. Then enter MACBETH. Maeb. If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: if the assassination ness noW If we should fail? Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know |