МАСВЕТН. ACT THE FIRST. SCENE I. The open Country. Thunder and Lightning. Three WITCHES discovered. 1 Witch. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain ? 2 Witch. When the hurly-burly's done, When the battle's lost and won. 3 Witch. That will be ere th' set of sun. 2 Witch. Upon the heath. 2 Witch. Macbeth. 1 Witch. I come, Gray-malkin. 2 Witch. Paddock calls. 1 Witch. Anon. All. Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air. [Noise of a Cat. [Noise of a Toad. [Thunder and Lightning.-Exeunt severally.. SCENE II. The Palace at Fores. Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. Enter KING DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENOX, ROSSE, and ATTENDANTS, meeting a bleeding OFFICER. King. What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state. Mal. This is the sergeant, Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought Off. Doubtfully it stood; As two spent swimmers, that do cling together, Of Kernes and Gallow-glasses is supply'd; Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave; King. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! No sooner justice had, with valour arm'd, But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage, King. Dismay'd not this. Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo ? As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion.— King. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds; They smack of honour both :-Go, get him surgeons. [Exeunt OFFICER, and two ATTENDANTS. Who comes here? Mal. The worthy thane of Fife. Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! That seems to speak things strange. Enter MACDuff. Macd. God save the king! King. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane? Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky, Norway himself, with terrible numbers, The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict: Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, King. Great happiness! Macd. That now Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; King. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest:-Go, pronounce his present death, And with his former title greet Macbeth. Macd. I'll see it done. [Exeunt MACDUFF and LENOX. King. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. [Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Exeunt. SCENE III. A Heath. Thunder and Lightning. Enter the three WITCHES. 1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? 2 Witch. Killing swine. 3 Witch. Sister, where thou? 1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, And mouncht, and mouncht, and mouncht:-" Give me," quoth I. "Aroint thee, witch!" the rump-fed ronyon cries. 2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind. 3 Witch. And I another. 1 Witch. I myself have all the other; And the very ports they blow, All the quarters that they know |