Dun. Ross. That now Great happiness! Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; 60 Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death, Ross. I'll see it done. Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. [Exeunt. Scene III, A heath. 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 mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'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. Third Witch. And I another. First Witch. I myself have all the other; All the quarters that they know 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, Wreck'd as homeward he did come. Third Witch. A drum, a drum! 10 20 [Drum within. 30 Macbeth doth come. All. The weird sisters, hand in hand, Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, Enter Macbeth and Banquo. Mach. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Macb. 40 That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, Upon her skinny lips: you should be women, 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 ! 50 Ban. Good sir, why do you start, and seem to fear Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And 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! 60 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! By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis; 70 Say from whence No more than to be Cawdor. Upon this blasted heath you stop our way Ban. The earth hath bubbles as the water has, And these are of them: whither are they vanish'd? 80 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? Enter Ross and Angus. Who's here? Ross. The king hath happily received, Macbeth, Which should be thine or his silenced with that, 90 |