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Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition ;
60 Till he disbursed, at Saint Colme's inch,
Ten thousand dollars to our general use.
Our bosom interest : go pronounce his present death,
And with his former title greet Macbeth.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
First Witch. Where hast thou been, sister ? .
«Give me,' quoth I:
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger;
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.
And the very ports they blow,
Look what I have.
Wreck'd as homeward he did come. [Drum within. Third Witch. A drum, a drum!
30 Macbeth doth come.
All. The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,
Enter Macbeth and Banquo.
So wither'd, and so wild in their attire,
That you are 80.
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 !
Ban. Good sir, why do you start, and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair ? I'the name of truth,
and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear 60
Your favours nor your hate. First Witch. Hail ! 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
So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo !
By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis ;
No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence
[Witches vanish. 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 sot 80 ? Ban. To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here?
Enter Ross and Angus.
The news of thy success : and when he reads 90