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Enter MACBETH and BANQUO.
Mac. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores* ?-What are these, So wither'd, and so wild in their attire; That look not like the inhabitants o’the earth, 130 And yet are on't?-_Live you? or are you aught *That man may question? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips :-You should be women, And yet your beards #forbid me to interpret That you are so.
Mac. Speak, if you can ;—What are you? 1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth* ! hail to thee, thane
of Glamis* ! 2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane
Cawdor* ! 3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter.
140 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 shew? 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.
1 Witch. Hail !
3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo !
1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail ! 159
Mac. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more : * By Sinel's death, I know, 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 U on this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetick greeting !--Speak, I charge you.
[Witches vanilh. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, 169 And these are of them :-Whither are they vanish d ?
Mac. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal, melted As breath into the wind.-'Would they had staid !
Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak about?
Mac. Your children shall be kings.
Enter Rosse, and ANGUS.
Rosse. The king hath happily receiv’d, Macbeth, 180
Ang. We are sent,
Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour,
Ban. What, can the devil speak true?
dress me In borrow'd robes ?
Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet ;
With hidden help and vantage; or that with both
Mac. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor :
you not hope your children shall be kings, When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, Promis'd no less to them?
Ban. That, trusted home*, * Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Besides the thane of Cawdor.
But 'tis strange: And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths; Win us with honest trifles, to betray us In deepest consequence.-Cousins, a word I pray you.
Mac. Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the *swelling act Of the imperial theme.-I thank you, gentlemen. * This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill; cannot be good :--If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor: If good, *why do I yield to that suggestion 230 Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature? Present fears * Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my *single state of man, that *function В ііі
Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is,
Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt.
stir. Ban. New honours come Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould, But with the aid of use.
Mac. Come what come may ; *Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. Mac. Give me your favour :-*my dull brain was
wrought With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains Are register'd where every day I turn The leaf to read them.—Let us toward the king.
what hath chanc'd ; and, at more time, The interim having weigh'd it', let us speak Our free hearts each to other.
Ban. Very gladly.
Flourish. Enter King, MALCOL11, DONALBAIN,
LENOx, and Attendants.