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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 seven-nights, 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. 2. Witch. Show me, show me. 1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd, as homeward he did come. [A March at a Distance. 3 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. 2. Witch. Thrice to thine,— 3 Witch. And thrice to mine,— 1 Witch. And thrice again,_ All. To make up nine. 1 Witch. Peace;—the charm's wound up.
Enter MACBETH, BANQuo, and the Army.
Macb. Command they make a halt upon the heath.
[Within..] Halt, halt, halt.
Macb. 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, 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.
1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth ! hail to thee, thane of Glamis 2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth ! hail to thee, thane of Cawdor? 3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth ! that shall 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. 1. Witch. Hail! 2 JWitch. Hail! 3 Witch. Hail! 1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. 3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be
none. All. So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo! Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail [Going. Macb. Stay,+you imperfect speakers, tell me more :
By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis;
With such prophetic greeting?—
Enter MACDUFF and LENox.
Macd. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth,
Len. We are sent,
Macd. And, for an earnest of a greater honour,
Ban. What! can the devil speak true?
In borrow'd robes?
Macd. Who was the thane, lives yet;
Macb. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor:
Ban. That, trusted home,
Macb. 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 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 Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is, But what is not.
Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt.
Macb. If chance will have me king; why, chance may crown me, Without my stir. Ban. New honours come upon him, Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould, But with the aid of use. Macb. Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. Macb. 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.— Think upon 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.
Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends. [March-Ereunt.
Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.
Enter KING DUNCAN, Don ALBAIN, MALcol M, Rosse, and Two CHAMBERLAINs.
King. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not